Chapter 39 : All Good Things
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Heather finally managed to get out of the door. She wasn’t sure where she wanted to go. All she knew was that she had to find Sirius. She prayed that he was able to find the Potters and make sure they were safe. Hopefully he had found Dumbledore too, and told him. A twinge of guilt ran through her as she realized that she should stay at home in case the Head Master tried to contact her. She ignored it, however. The anxiety over her friend’s safety had become unbearable. She slammed her feet to the ground one by one, trying to find a place to apparate that would be out of the sight of the many muggle houses that surrounded her. She didn’t get very far, however, when she heard a rather large commotion down another street. She ignored the yelling and screaming until a small piece of it filled her senses like a terrifying poison.
“You traitor! You traitor! They’re dead now! THEY’RE DEAD!” an insane voice was screaming. Heather’s eyes widened. She knew that voice all too well. Sirius!
“I’m sorry, Sirius. You don’t understand! The circumstances!” Peter blabbered.
“I don’t give a damn about circumstances! YOU BETRAYED YOUR FRIENDS!” Sirius bellowed, his wand raised high into the air. He ignored the muttering of the gathering crowd. They all looked on with some amusement. Most of them didn’t understand the threat the sticks the men had in their hands posed. What were they going to do to do? Poke each other?
“Do you know why? Sirius? Did you ever bother to ask me why?” Peter yelled, growing red in the face. “You and your pathetic Order killed the one thing in my life that I loved. I’ve never had anything, Sirius. And the one thing I did have, it was taken away from me!”
“What the hell are you talking about, Peter? Nothing was ever ripped from you! We were your friends! We helped you out of every scrape! We even forgave you the most unforgivable things!” Sirius yelled meaningfully. “And how do you repay us!”
Peter shuffled backwards as Sirius’ temper rose. He knew Sirius would most likely kill him, but he had a plan. He watched as more and more people crowded around them, wondering if they should intervene. They were all muggles. That wouldn’t do. He needed to wait until a witch or wizard got there. Then he could start screaming his lies. Until that time, he needed to keep Sirius at bay.
“Sirius, I didn’t know where else to turn. I–” Peter began.
“JAMES! LILY!” Sirius interrupted, his whole body shaking. “They never did anything wrong, and you–”
But it was Peter’s turn to interrupt. He had just seen an Auror trying to fight his way through the crowd. It was time to start the show....
“You killed them! You killed Lily and James!” Peter screamed at the top of his lungs. Sirius was taken off guard by this change in the conversation. “MY FRIENDS! YOU KILLED LILY AND JAMES POTTER! YOU SOLD THEM TO THE DARK LORD!” Sirius’ eyes filled with rage, and his raised wand was shaking in his hand. He pulled it up, about to curse the little bastard to within an inch of his life. Before he could get a spell out, however, a huge explosion engulfed the surroundings. He was knocked off his feet, and screams filled the air. His head pounded, and he was having trouble holding onto sane thoughts. People were running everywhere, screaming and crying. Sirius slowly stood up, looking around for Peter. He didn’t see him. He had disappeared!
Then he spotted something. No, he realized! Peter hadn’t vanished.... A large rat was scuttling through the crowd, running as fast as its little legs would carry it. “Peter,” Sirius hissed. He raised his wand, about to kill the little murderer.
“Expelliarmus!” said a new voice. He turned and saw an Auror pointing his wand straight at him. His eyes widened. Why was he aiming at him and not at the rat?! Then he realized what Peter had done, and quite cleverly, he had to admit. This man thought that he was the culprit!
“I’m not the one you want,” Sirius yelled, but the Auror ignored him. He was jerked around by three strong men as hand-cuffs slammed across his wrists. Everything struck him then. This was insane! He was insane! Realization of what would come next overwhelmed him. Pain and frustration welled up inside him to such a magnitude that he burst out laughing. The Auror looked incredibly surprised, but Sirius couldn’t stop himself from laughing. Tears rolled down his face, his heart broke, and he knew that he would most likely be in Azkaban for the rest of his life. Still, he laughed on, most-likely for the last time of his existence.
Heather watched in awe as people screamed and cried. Dead bodies littered the ground. She watched as her fiancé laughed like a madman. She didn’t know what to do. What had just happened? She had seen the explosion, but Peter’s body was nowhere to be seen. Was Sirius’ spell so large that it had completely obliterated him? She covered her mouth with a trembling hand. The man she loved had just killed at least thirteen people! It had been an accident, of course. Sirius could never do such a thing, even if it was going to include killing Peter. But now he wasn’t acting like the Sirius she knew. He was acting like a psycho. She watched as an Auror slapped hand-cuffs on him, and her breath was knocked out of her lungs. They were going to take him to Azkaban!
“NO! SIRIUS!!!” she yelled. She couldn’t think straight. Sirius had killed all of these people! Should he go to Azkaban for it? No, he didn’t mean it. She hovered on indecision until she spotted something out of the corner of her eye. A rat was scurrying away as quickly as it could. Peter! Sirius hadn’t killed Peter at all! She had to decide then. Who did she trust more? Sirius or the Aurors? Had Sirius killed all these people? She stood frozen for long seconds.
It hadn’t been Sirius. He was innocent. Now it made sense. The Potters.... Her heart thudded to a halt in her chest. Peter must have betrayed them! She immediately wanted to kill Peter herself, but now she had more important things to worry about...like the fact that Sirius was being hauled him away for a crime he hadn’t even committed.
“STOP! YOU’VE GOT THE WRONG MAN!” she bellowed, fighting through the crowd. If they took Sirius to Azkaban, he would surely go insane. “SIRIUS!” But, ignoring the rules of secrecy now that so many muggles had seen this already, the Auror holding him captive had dissaperated, taking Sirius with him. “Sirius...” she murmured in disbelief. What should she do now? She couldn’t let Sirius go to Azkaban! He hadn’t done anything wrong.... But how could she prove that? Her heartbeat was going wild, and she thought she might burst into tears. But she didn’t allow herself to do that. If she did that, it would be like she was already giving up.
She would never let this rest. She would go to Dumbledore. She had to get Sirius out. There would certainly be a trial for him, and she would free him. But she needed proof! She just had to think. Now she was having trouble, however, as her brain seemed scrambled. She was feeling very dizzy, and soon she began to realize what was happening.
Damn! Not another one! Not now! She seemed to be having one vision every hour! She quickly moved to the sidewalk, not wanting to have a vision right in the middle of the road. Once on the sidewalk, she sat down, and allowed her own dreams to consume her.
“Please, let it be good news, let it be good....” she drifted off, the sentence still on her tongue.
She sat up, realizing that her vision must be over, except that she wasn’t where she remembered sitting down. She was at home. Not at the home she shared with Sirius, but at the home she had lived in as a child. Her heart contracted, and she thought she’d died. Never had she imagined that she would return to this place. She was standing in the middle of her kitchen. Tears welled up in her eyes as she remembered the last time she had stood here.
“Brings back happy memories, doesn’t it?” said a familiar voice. Heather looked around and tripped backwards. Another Heather was sitting at the kitchen table. She looked different though. She looked... older.
“Are you...” Heather began, but the older Heather nodded.
“I’m you. About sixteen years from now,” she said, smiling happily. Heather didn’t know what to say. It was the most bizarre thing she had ever experience. Sure, she had talked to herself, complaining about housework and so on, but this was a little different, to put it mildly.
“This isn’t a normal vision is it?” she asked. The older Heather looked as though she was thinking.
“Well, I am from the future, but this time you can interact with me. The only reason for that is because I’m having a vision too. I’m having a vision about my future when I’m talking to you in a vision, if that makes any sense. And you’re having a vision about me talking to you in about sixteen years. You’ll understand one day, don’t worry,” she added, seeing her younger self looking ready to vomit.
“So why am I seeing this? What is the point?” the younger asked the older.
“I’ve come to tell you that there is a way you can save Sirius, though it will take time! Fifteen years, to be exact. In fifteen years, something will happen to Sirius in the Ministry of Magic. It’s in the Department of Mysteries. It will only happen, however, if you live in the Veil,” the older Heather said wisely.
“The Veil? How? When? Where? I’m so confused!” Heather replied, running her hands through her hair. The older Heather nodded.
“You will live inside the Veil, for fifteen years, with the other residents. In June of the year 1996, Sirius will join you in the Veil for the rest of your lives. You will be isolated completely from the rest of the world, but you will be together, and happy. This is the choice I’ve made, but you must make your own choice. The fifteen years you will spend in this place will be very trying, and you’ll be unsure everyday of your life if you will ever see Sirius again. You must decide if it’s worth it.”
“What happens if I choose not to live in a Veil?” Heather asked her future. She was trembling now.
“I don’t know, as I didn’t choose that path,” she answered. Then she smiled. “I remember how you’re feeling, and I’m glad I’m through with it,” she whispered. “Will you choose the path I have chosen? Will you wait for him? Or will you let fate decide everything?”
Silence fell over the kitchen, and Heather joined herself at the table. She was thinking hard. She looked around, her emotions running away with her imagination. What if all this was a scam, a lie? What if none of this was real?
“It’s real. You can trust me on that,” the older Heather said reassuringly.
“Can you read my mind or something?!” Heather screamed in fear. The older Heather laughed.
“I’m you, remember? I remember this like it was yesterday. I know exactly what’s going through your head.”
“What does this Veil do?” the present-day Heather finally asked. Her future smiled, nodding.
“It is another option for the privileged. Some people, if they are lucky, are granted the option of living inside a Veil. It is a peaceful village, created many years ago. Mostly wizards who wish to give up the rest of their lives to study. It’s a place full of knowledge, and understanding. It’s a place where people keep to themselves. You’ll be lonely, for those years,” she explained.
“How do I get in?” the young Heather asked, getting more and more nervous.
“You must enlist his help,” she whispered.
“His,” she said impatiently. Heather still didn’t understand.
“What’s his name?” she attempted.
“He doesn’t have one!” and then she understood. It was the little blue-haired man! The one she called Orin!
“Where do I find him?”
“He will find you. I sent him to help.”
“You mean he’s been following me around these past months because you sent him?” Heather asked her wiser self in awe.
“He’s quite annoying, isn’t he?” she replied with a laugh. The younger nodded, rolling her eyes. “He will lead you to the Veil, and take care of all the arrangements. All you need to do is agree,” she muttered. Heather was thinking too hard now. Should she do it? She wanted to see Sirius again, obviously. But she would have to wait by herself for fifteen years. That was a long time! Would it be worth it....
“I’ve made my decision,” she finally said. The older Heather nodded, smiling.
“I know you have,” she whispered. “If you’re ready to leave, you know the way out.”
“The door,” the younger Heather said, standing up. She didn’t have much time. She smiled. “See you later,” she said.
“Much later,” the older Heather replied, also standing up from the table. Heather was just about to open the door when her future stopped her. “By the way, her name is Emma,” she whispered.
“Who?” asked the younger, confused.
Heather opened her eyes, and she took a little while to adjust. It didn’t take her long, however, to see cat-like eyes staring at her. She leapt up into the air.
“Tyde! What on earth are you doing here?” she said, picking him up. She dropped him again, however, when he began to answer her.
“I see you’ve decided your path,” he said, his ears twitching. She practically fell over, her eyes bugging out of her head. Her nerves were pulled tight, and she didn’t feel like dealing with anything else.
“Who are you?” she stammered.
“I can’t tell you,” he said. That did it. Heather picked up that cat again and held it at arms length, glaring intensely at it.
“Listen to me, cat. I’ve witnessed murders, my fiancé has just been dragged off to Azkaban for something he didn’t do, Lily is dead, James is dead, Harry is Merlin-knows-where, I’ve had two visions in the same day and one of them includes talking to myself from the future about my...baby...” she trailed, off, her eyes widening in realization as she laid a hand on her stomach.
“Well, the day isn’t over yet! Anyways, what I meant, dear girl, is that I can’t tell you my name because I don’t have one!” and with that, Tyde turned into the orange-eyed man.
“Orin!” Heather gasped, throwing the man from her as thoughts of a child left her in shock.
“My name isn’t Orin, young girl. Today, my name is Kale,” he said self-importantly.
“Fine, Kale, whatever. In the future I told myself that I needed to find you and–” she tried to explain, but he held up a hand for silence.
“I know. I understand. You’re the one who sent me, remember?” he asked. Heather just shrugged. She was so confused right now, she didn’t really care. She just wanted somebody to tell her what to do. She didn’t want to think of the why, or understand the how.
“Yes, well I’ve made my decision,” she said.
“I know. I’ve been through all of this before,” he said, smiling as she looked ready to strangle him. “What we need to do is get you into the Veil. Do you remember that?” Heather nodded numbly. “It will be a portal to a separate little world. A perfect world, but only you and the select few will exist in it, until somebody else happens upon it. That somebody will be Sirius Black.”
“I don’t understand how you know this for certain!” Heather argued.
“Because it has already happened in the future, don’t you see?” Kale said patiently. “Since you have the power of visions, and prophecies, you can connect with the past in the form of the future!”
Heather continued to look puzzled, but Kale only smiled.
“Come, we must meet a friend of mine. He will show you the way to the Veil,” Kale said, grabbing her hand and dragging her along.
“Wait, why do we have to meet your friend? Why can’t I just go into the Veil?” she asked. Kale let out a loud laugh.
“It is highly guarded. Don’t be so impatient! My friend Broderick will let you in if I tell him to. He trusts me more than any other being.”
Silence grew then as Heather tried to sort it all out in her mind. “Kale?” she asked finally, as they walked along.
“What would you have done if I had decided not to go into the Veil?”
“You wouldn’t have chosen that path,” he said, smiling.
“But what if I had?” she asked impatiently.
“You wouldn’t have,” he answered. She finally gave up, rubbing her hands to her temples. This was all moving too fast for her. She shouldn’t have to make such decisions in a split second! She needed more time. She wanted to ask why they were walking to the Ministry, instead of apparating, but decided she was grateful for the cool night air. Besides, Kale would most likely tell her to quit being impatient. The sound of Sirius’ laughing echoed throughout her ears.
“If I leave now, what will everybody be told?” she asked.
“You will be reported as dead,” Kale said sadly, looking up at her. Heather nodded.
“Right..... Let’s hurry though. We’re wasting precious time,” she whispered. Kale smiled.
“Hey, Kale. I don’t understand why I have to go into the Veil now.”
“What do you think will become of you once Sirius is in Azkaban?” Kale asked wisely.
“I don’t know, but maybe I could just try and get Sirius out of Azkaban at the trial,” she said.
“There will be no trial,” Kale said sadly.
“There will be no trial,” he repeated. Heather’s brows furrowed. “This world is falling apart, and wizards are losing their composure. Even Bartemius Crouch, who will sentence Sirius to a life-time of pain and torture without a trial.”
“That’s disgusting,” she hissed in return. Kale nodded his agreement. “But that still doesn’t explain why I can’t just go into the Veil when Sirius does. Why do I have to go fifteen years in advance?”
Kale sighed. “You don’t know this yet, but Alice and Frank are not as safe and whole as you might think.”
“What do you mean?” Heather asked urgently. “They aren’t....”
“They are not dead. Worse,” Kale said with tears in his eyes. “They were tortured. That is why you couldn’t find Dumbledore. He was tending to their broken bodies. Neville, their son, I’m glad to say is perfectly alright.”
Heather’s eyes filled with tears.
“They’ve been driven to insanity,” Kale muttered. Heather let out a sob. “This will happen to you if you stay here. You’re not safe. Voldemort has been diminished, but he isn’t completely defeated. His followers are still at large, and you will most definitely be one of their targets. They are going to want answers. They don’t understand why Voldemort is no longer strong, and they will torture the answers out of you.”
“Is this for certain?” she asked.
“Nothing is certain,” Kale answered. “But it is highly likely. Nobody will come to your defense, either. You were connected to a murderer, in the eyes of the wizarding world. And besides,” he said, smiling now. “You wouldn’t want to risk anything in your condition.”
“What do you mean?” she asked, confused. Kale stopped walking, and looked at her.
“You don’t want to hurt the baby,” he whispered. Heather froze. Then her own words came back to her once again. In her vision, she had told herself that her child would be named Emma. She didn’t think it could possibly be now....
“I’m pregnant...” she said in a hoarse whisper. He nodded, his wrinkled eyes crackling with orange joy. She thought of a child growing inside her, exposed to this world and being dragged into a war. She pictured herself being tortured...and what that would do to her child. “Emma....”
“Are you ready?” Kale asked, and held out his hand. Heather looked confused.
“I thought we were going to walk,” she said.
“Only until you had time to think. I wouldn’t dream of rushing things. But now you understand, and you’ve decided with distinction. Let us meet with Broderick.”
Heather spun on her feet, trying not to stumble. She steadied herself by grabbing onto a cool glass desk. Its cold feeling penetrated her sweaty palms, calming her. She looked around, and saw Kale floating a little off the ground like a miniature Genie. Her eyes pushed out of her head as she looked around. She was standing in what looked like an office, but it wasn’t an ordinary office. Everything in it was made from ice! She pulled her hand away from the desk that she had thought was glass. The chairs were ice, and the floor was ice. It was the most unwelcome room she had ever entered.
“Rhin,” the man said in a very toneless voice. He swept from his seat and stood straight.
“Hello, Broderick. I hate to inform you, however, that my name is not Rhin today, but Kale!”
“Kale,” the man repeated, and if not for the shine of great knowledge in his eyes, Heather might have thought him daft. She read on the name plate he had on his desk ‘Broderick Bode.’
“I’m sure you didn’t forget our appointment this evening?” Kale said kindly.
“Of course not,” Broderick said blankly. Then his eyes shot to Heather. “Malfoy,” he said with no emotion. Heather couldn’t tell if he approved of her or not. She decided she didn’t like this man. He was too secretive!
“I prefer that you call me Heather,” she said in the same cold voice he used. It could almost be called mocking him. He sensed it and his lips twitched slightly.
“We would like to begin. You remember what I asked you to do?” Kale said. Broderick nodded thickly.
“Come,” he said. As Heather and Kale followed, Heather whispered to him.
“How do you know this guy?” she asked. She could tell Broderick was listening intently, but she didn’t really care.
“I helped him out of a tight spot,” Kale said. Broderick got very stiff then. “But I will not go into details.” The big hulking man visibly relaxed. Silence grew as they walked down narrow hallways, and passed at least a hundred different doors. Some from which odd noises were coming.
“Are we almost there?” Heather dared to whisper. Kale smiled and nodded, but said nothing. Many minutes later they reached a rather boring looking door. Broderick opened it without ceremony, and stood aside as Heather and Kale entered. Once Broderick had closed the door, all was black, and Heather heard an odd scraping noise. She realized that the doors were rearranging themselves! How would they find their way now? Once the noise stopped, the lights clicked back on. Broderick did not show any signs of discouragement as he made a beeline to the door his narrow eyes were glaring at. Heather followed him with great trepidation, with Kale smiling softly, as if he was returning home.
Heather nearly fell over as she walked into the huge room. It like a roman amphitheatre, with seats all around the sides, and a huge stone dais right in the middle. On the dais she expected there to be a grand thrown, but instead, a large arch stood tall and leering at her. A silky cloth hung from it, and was swaying lightly in the non-existent breeze. Her breath left her chest then, as she realized there was no turning back.
“I think we can handle the rest ourselves, thank you, Broderick,” Kale whispered, and Broderick grunted a farewell before leaving. Heather was of a mind to yell at him that, never-mind, she didn’t really want to go through the veil. She was terrified. The reality of it all hit her then. She would live in that veil for fifteen years, with nobody to talk to except people or great knowledge, or with a good reason to be there. What good reason did she have to go there? Her future had told her that only the privileged got to go in. Why was she so privileged?
“Because you hold a great power beyond anybody in that veil,” Kale explained. Heather was so flustered, she didn’t bother to ask if he’d read her mind or not. “The power you hold is love. You love Sirius so much, you’re willing to give up fifteen years of your life for him.”
“He’ll have a daughter...” she whispered, laying a hand to her stomach. “All those years, he’ll have no idea. If only there was a way I could tell him!”
“It’s best he doesn’t know,” Kale comforted, laying a hand on her shoulder, and guiding her towards the dais. As they neared, Heather distinctly heard voices. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up.
“Who is talking?” she asked, nervously. Kale listened, and then grinned.
“It’s the residents. Notice how you instantly want to go in there?” he asked. Heather nodded, resisting the urge to fall through the veil. “They do get lonely in there, so they try and persuade people to join them. Some of them were good friends of mine,” he added with a chuckle. “In fact, I’m certain I hear Dan in there!” he put a hand to his ear. Heather laughed, but it was nervous, and humorless. “Well now, dear girl, now or never!”
“Right now?” Heather asked, her voice choking up. Kale nodded. She took a deep breath, closing her eyes. She played with the engagement ring on her finger as sweet memories washed over her.
“I owe you so much...I...” she broke off. She didn’t want to admit her love to him. If he didn’t love her back, she didn’t want to feel that terrible rejection. He had never actually said the words to her. She looked away hurriedly. Sirius seemed to be reading her mind. He placed his hand under her chin, urging her to look him in the eye.
“I love you, Heather Malfoy,” he said softly. Heather smiled, tears in her eyes.
“I love you too,” she muttered, and he pulled her slowly into a warm, tender kiss.
Heather laughed out loud, remembering the night they had confessed their feelings towards each other. It seemed like hundreds of years ago. Her heart ached, and she took a deep breath. Turning to face her future, she stepped towards the whispering veil, while her heart fluttered madly in her chest. This had to be the biggest decision she would ever make. But the way she saw it, she had decided the minute Sirius had been hauled off to Azkaban...the minute she had lost everything.... But now she had gained so much. She had gained a second chance...and a daughter. A warm smile drifted across her lips.
The voices still beckoned, seemingly getting louder and louder. Slowly, she looked down at the ring on her finger. She brought it to her lips. She remembered herself saying she would be lonely, but now didn’t agree. Sirius had not left her alone. He had left her with all the memories of the past, and the promise of a future.
“We did it, Sirius,” she muttered, feeling as if he could hear her. “It doesn’t look like it yet, but we beat the bad guys.” She put a foot in the veil, and felt her fear leaving her. This was her path, and there was no turning back...no regrets.... “I’ll be waiting for you,” she whispered. Then she smiled to herself, and thought of the child now growing withing her. “We both will,” and with that, she laid a hand on her stomach, closed her eyes, and stepped into a new life, leaving it all behind, and taking it all with her. Her heart was set, her mind was steady, but most of all, her love for Sirius Black was as strong as ever.
A/N: TADAA! That’s my story! Big thanks to everybody who stayed with the story, and to those who took the time to review! I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it=0) Now, I Have one last request, before we part (unless I decide to write a sequel or another story, that is) Leave me a review answering me this: What was your favorite chapter? I’d greatly appreciate it. Oh, and by the way........ FLAMINGO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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