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Chapter Six~*~Heather's Gift



Heather was sitting alone in the Great Hall. She looked around her and saw empty seats, all that filled them was cold, stale air. She closed her eyes, and pulled her knees up against her chest. She rested her chin on her knees. Taking a deep breath, she looked up at the ceiling. It was bright and sunny out. Birds flew among the clouds, twittering and singing out their beautiful song to her. She knew their song was just for her. Who else could it be for? She was filled with a great happiness.

She smiled brightly, and saw a piano in the middle of the large room. Odd, she hadn’t noticed it there before. She stood up and walked over to it. The sun seemed to brighten as she laid her hand softly on the wooden frame. When she took her hand off, the room darkened. She smiled, and laid her hand flat against the wood. The room brightened once again. She sat on the bench and she was nearly blinded. She almost feared what the light would do if she actually started playing. She sighed deeply and laid her fingers on the keys. The light was so bright, Heather closed her eyes. She was still determined to play, however. She set her foot on the damper pedal, and the light seemed to get so bright she could hear it. She could taste it. She could smell it. She laughed loudly at the blissful feeling. Conjuring up the memory of her favorite song, she struck a note.

As soon as she had hit the note, however, it was as if somebody had turned off the light switch. The room became horribly cold, black, and wet. She looked up at the ceiling and saw that the sun was hiding behind clouds.

"No..." Heather muttered, frowning in consternation. She jumped away from the piano, hoping it might coax the sun out again. Instead, the clouds bunched together, weaving themselves into a tight blanket of misery. It began to rain, and thunder clapped against her ears. Things went completely dark. Heather’s breath quickened. She was terrified. She couldn’t see anything. It wasn’t black, it had no color at all! To call this darkness black would have been too light a color. Then a streak of lightening filled the room for a split second, and she was able to see long enough to realize that somebody was standing right in front of her, staring at her. His nose was almost touching hers, and if he had moved at all he would have bumped into her. She screamed a loud, terrified scream, falling over. Lucius!

Picking herself up off the ground she ran, she didn’t know where she was running, she couldn’t see. Another flash of lightening. Again, Lucius was right next to her, his hands hovering inches from her throat.

"NOO!" Heather cried in terror. But then, she saw something. It was a light. She ran to it, and saw that the light was coming from a person. She breathed her relief. She was safe now. It was Sirius. The light seemed to enfold him. He was not looking at her, however, but at somebody in front of him. Heather turned to see Bellatrix, his cousin. Unknown to Sirius, Bella had a knife hidden behind her back. "Sirius!" Heather cried. She didn’t like his attitude all that much, but she certainly didn’t want him dead! "Sirius! She’s got a knife!" she tried to yell, but suddenly her voice had disappeared. Either that or she had gone temporarily deaf. "Stop!" she mouthed. Bella turned to her then, and pulled the knife out from behind her back. Sirius just smiled at it, as if welcoming it. Heather tried vainly to get to him. What was he doing?!

Then, without warning, Bella slammed the knife into Sirius’ chest. Sirius looked down at the knife and burst out laughing. Slowly, he began to realize that he was dying. No...Heather realized there was only one way to save him...she had to play the piano.

She ran back into the Great Hall, where darkness consumed her once again. She ran forward. Another blast of lightening, and she saw that Lucius was running backwards right in front of her, keeping pace so that she didn’t touch him, but his face only mere inches from hers. He was smiling maniacally. Heather reached out to grab him, but just as she did, darkness regained control, and she grabbed at nothing. Suddenly she slammed into something. She felt it’s hard wood. It was a piano!

She quickly found the bench and sat down. Closing her eyes, she balled up her fists and slammed them into the keys.


"SIRIUS!" Heather yelled, rolling off her bed and onto the ground. She leapt to her feet, her head pounding. She felt awful. Breathing deeply, she felt very much like she had felt when she had passed out right after getting off the Hogwarts Express. Except that this was much worse. She clenched her eyes shut as a wave of nausea claimed her. She clutched at her stomach and ran into the bathroom. The other girls woke to her vomiting.

"Heather? Are you alright?!" Lily asked, running into the bathroom. Seeing Heather clenched up on the floor, she filled a glass of water. Heather drank it and shook her self metally. she couldn't just sit here! She stood up then, as the other girls piled in.

"I have to go!" Heather said urgently. She had to save Sirius.

"No way! You’re totally sick!" Sara said, but Heather ignored her and, snatching up her wand, ran down the steps in nothing but her shorts and baggy tee-shirt. She slammed through the portrait hole, ignoring the Fat Lady’s complaints. Where should she look? Then she remembered the corridor in her dream. Right next to the Great Hall. Her heart smashed against her chest, as if determined to bang itself to pieces. She gasped horribly, clutching her still sore stomach. Another wave of nausea consumed her and she wretched in a corner. Wiping her mouth, she kept running. She had to get to Sirius before it was too late.

As she ran along, her long hair came out of its scrunchie, and before long it flagged out behind her, as if a banner exclaiming her distress. Finally she rounded a corner and saw Sirius leaning casually against a wall, staring at Bella, who was hiding the knife. Sirius turned to see Heather staring in terror.

"Are you all right?!" he asked, seeing her face, and his own filling with concern. Bella, however, decided to use this new distraction to her advantage. Heather saw her raise the knife in the air.

"Protego!" she yelled. Bella’s knife slammed into the shield that now protected Sirius and bounced back, clattering to the ground. Sirius turned to stare in amazement at the knife. Bella clutch her injured hand, but then took off. Heather screwed up her face. "Stupify!" she yelled, but it merely bounced off the wall. She had missed, and Bella had gotten away.

"You...you just saved my life! How did..." but Sirius stopped as he saw Heather lean against the wall, sliding slowly down to the floor. "What happened to you?!" he asked urgently, rushing to her side. His feelings towards her last name were forgotten, now he cared only for the person that bore it.

"I..." Heather tried to concentrate. Her head was pounding. "I think...I can see the future...or I guess this is the present...I dunno..." she said hoarsely. Sirius just stared.

"What?!" he asked.

"I had a dream just now, that Bella was trying to kill you," Heather said. "And she was!" Sirius stared. How else could she have known? Unless this was some sort of trick she was playing. She was a Malfoy after all. As soon as he thought that he felt terrible. This girl had just saved his life! Is that the way he repaid her?!

"If...if you really can tell the future..." Sirius started.

"I can," Heather assured, clutching her stomach as another bout of pain washed over her. Sirius grabbed her hand.

"I’m taking you to the hospital wing," Sirius said.

"No, they will ask me what’s wrong. I can’t tell anybody about this. I can’t believe I just told you!" she said in horror. Sirius looked away.

"Look, I know I’ve been an ass. But your secret is safe with me," he promised, and Heather couldn’t help but believe him. Her head reeled. If Lucius realized that she could tell the future, he would without a doubt use that to his advantage...

"What will I tell them?" she asked. Sirius thought for a second, and then grinned.

"You can just tell them you ate too much at the feast. There is no way they can deny that. I’d never seen somebody eat like that! Even James!" Heather laughed, but then stopped as her head throbbed. Sirius frowned. "Come on," he said and he picked her up in his arms as if she weighed nothing. Heather couldn’t help but smile, she felt safer already.


A/N: Alrighty, well, what did you think? Personally, this is one of my favorite chapters. Things FINALLY start moving with these two. Whether it will last...who but Trelawny can tell? Well...me, but that's not the point. The point is to review. If you don't I will send Bella knocking on your door!!! BWAHA. Lol, alright, so I won't do that, but just review? Not even a third of the people that read actually review after they read the story. Does it really suck so bad you can't put it into words? Or is it so phenomanol that you're in shock and can't type?

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