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Chapter 8 : A true romantic
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“You hear it?” Kira asked, astonished as she pulled on her cloak.

Heather nodded, referring to her hearing the spider’s pleas of mercy in Moody’s classroom. “No one else did, did they?” she asked

Kira shook her head, “At least I didn’t…”

Heather sighed, opening her potions book again; she had been trying to identify the potion Moody had been drinking. Even though Kira tried to insist that he wasn’t drinking anything but a strong gin and it was her imagination. But Heather knew it wasn’t, she knew that the enhanced smell, sight and physical ability wasn’t her imagination. Heather hadn’t read much about it, but she knew she was different. It was always there, when she was younger learning came easy to her, but Kira was much taller. But that changed when they got older, Heather was now almost a foot taller than Kira and grasping concepts much quicker. She read that it had something to do with their food, at younger ages they put their brains to work. But once older they took more nutrients out of food, growing stronger but still keeping that intelligence capability.

“Has Lupin written you back about it?” Kira asked,

Heather closed the book and shook her head, “No…I’m worried…the last I heard from him was when he sent me Max.”

When they entered the candlelit Great Hall it was almost full. The Goblet of Fire had been moved; it was now standing in front of Dumbledore’s empty chair at the teachers’ table.

“I hope Cedric gets it,” Kira said

“Didn’t anyone in Ravenclaw enter?” Heather asked

“A few, who all ended up with beards like Fred and George had.” Kira said

Heather grinned at the image of the twins striding down the hall with long gray beards hanging from their chins. The Halloween feast seemed to take much longer than usual. Perhaps because it was their second feast in two days, Heather was now wishing for a more simple meal. Many students were craning their necks now, to see if Dumbledore had finished eating to announce the champions.

At long last, the golden plates returned to their original spotless state; there was a sharp upswing in the level of noise within the Hall, which died away almost instantly as Dumbledore got to his feet. On either side of him, Professor Karkaroff and Madame Maxim looked as tense and expect as anyone. Ludo Bagman was beaming and winking at various students. Mr. Crouch however, looked quite uninterested, almost bored.

“Well, the goblet is almost read to make its decision,” said Dumbledore. “I estimate that it requires one more minute. Now, when the champions names are called, I would ask them please come up tot eh top of the Hall, walk along the staff table, and go through into the next chamber” he indicated the door behind the staff table- “where they will be receiving their fist instructions.”

With a wave of his wand the candles hovering above them extinguished and everyone was plunged into semidarkness. Heather looked up, staring at the sky that decorated the ceiling; Isaac was looking too and smiled.

“Cool,” he said

They turned their attention to the Goblet, of Fire which now shone more brightly than anything in the whole Hall. The sparkling bright, bluey-whiteness of flames almost painful on the eyes. Everyone watched, waiting…a few people kept checking their watches. Suddenly the blue flames inside the goblet turned red gain. Sparks began to fly from it. Next moment, a tongue of flame shot into the air, a charred piece of parchment fluttered out of it- the whole room gasped.

Dumbledore caught the piece of parchment and held it at arms length, so that he could read it by the light of the flames, which had turned black to blue-white.

“The champion for Durmstrang,” he read, in a strong, clear voice, “will be Viktor Krum.”

“That figures,” Heather said as the whole room stormed with applause.

The clapping and chatting died down. Now everyone’s attention was focused again on the goblet, which, seconds later, turned red once more. A second piece of parchment shot out of it, propelled by the flames.

“The champion for Beauxbatons,” said Dumbledore “is Fleur Delacour!”

A girl who so resembled a veela got gracefully to her feet, shook her back her sheet of silvery blonde hair, and swept up between the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff tables. Silence fell again when she disappeared behind the wooden door behind the teachers table. The Hogwarts champion was next…

And the Goblet of Fire turned red once more; sparks showered out of it; the tongue of flames shot high into the air, and from its tip Dumbledore pulled the third piece of parchment.

“The Hogwarts champion,” he called, “is Cedric Diggory!”

Every single Hufflepuff had jumped to his or her feet, screaming and stamping, as Cedric made his way past them, grinning broadly, and headed off toward the chamber.

“Excellent!” Dumbledore called happily at long last. “Well, we now have our three champions. I am sure I can count upon all of you, including the remaining students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang, to give your champions every ounce of support you can muster. By cheering your champion on you will contribute in a very real-”

When Dumbledore stopped Heather knew why, for the goblet of fire once again turned red. Then a flame shot out of the goblet spitting a piece of paper into the air, at which Dumbledore reached for. He held it out and stared at the name written upon it. There was a long pause, during which Dumbledore stared at the slip in his hands, and everyone in the room stared at Dumbledore. And then Dumbledore cleared his throat and read out-

“Harry Potter”

The whole hall in one movement turned to look at Harry, who sat there looking numb. There seemed to be a ringing throughout the hall, everyone was silent, McGonagall got to her feet to talk to Dumbledore.

“Harry Potter!” Dumbledore called again into the thick silence. “Harry! Up here, if you please!”

With a small push from Hermione, Harry stood marching towards the front of the hall, all eyes upon him. Every teacher staring at him like he had just done the most astonishing thing the world. Heather did note that to confound Dumbledore and put your name into that goblet without getting caught was pretty astonishing. Everyone watched as Harry disappeared through the door, once it closed talking broke out.

“How the hell did he do that?” Isaac asked, dumbfounded.

“I have no idea, I mean its Dumbledore how could he break all those wards on the goblet?” Heather asked, both weren’t getting answers as the whole great hall buzzed.

Harry becoming a champion was the talk of the Hogwarts halls for weeks; it was only a start of what was to come. The daily prophet had come by and Heather saw someone she never thought she would meet. Clicking her heels through the hall was none other than Rita Skeeter, the one who wanted to stamp out vampires. She and her photographer were walking Hogwarts and taking a few pictures, interview people and eventually interviewing the champions. Most of the Slytherin’s now walked around with pins which glowed green saying ‘Support Cedric Diggory-the REAL Hogwarts champion!’ then with a press it would read ‘Potter Stinks’.

Heather was having nightmares again; they were horrifically real and woke her nearly every night. She was anxious for any communication with Remus now, she was worried with herself, and so were Kira and Isaac. But the dreams became so frequent they would ask if she was okay constantly. At times even lie, saying she hadn’t woken in the night, when she very well knew she had barely gotten any at all.

It was a stormy Sunday in November, with her homework done and really nothing to do she walked up to the owlery. Kira was in detention, she had forgotten her third homework assignment in potions. Isaac was tagging along; he had never seen the owlery and was still touring Hogwarts since it was so big.

“An owlery,” he said quizzically, “we also used ravens, and they were like owls, taking letters and a loveable family pet.”

“Ravens?” Heather asked, “What else is strange about you my friend?” she asked, even though she yearned to know about his vampire heritage and culture.

“Well…” he said, “I can see Thestrals,”

“Thestrals?” Heather asked, climbing the stairs. “What are they?”

“Huge black skeletal horses, they have bat like wings and are attracted to the smell of blood.” he said, sounding a bit sullen.

“I’ve never seen one,” she said, “are they native to Transylvania?”

“No…” he said, “You can only see them…if you’ve witnessed death. They pull those carriages up to Hogwarts.”

Heather turned on him, worry peaked her emotions as she looked upon him in concern. “Witnessed death?”

He nodded, “I saw my father die at the hands of my mother…” he whispered.

Heather bit her lip, “I didn’t see my mother die…but I found her dead afterwards.”

They continued to walk on in silence side by side, only the howling of the wind as noise among the silence. “Is that what your dreams about?” he asked quietly, “Your mum?”

Heather shrugged, “sort of, I can see her eyes…and bits of my father but not when I was younger. I see him-I think- as he is now, but that’s impossible isn’t it? I haven’t seen my father in years.”

“Not exactly, at least not for us.” Isaac said logically. “See vampires, all kinds, descended from seers. We have the have ability to communicate with mind, transfer feelings to one another and cause mental stress and pain as well as physical. Your father could actually be trying to contact you or spook you in some way.”

They reached the owlery; with this newfound information Heather prayed to Merlin that Remus had sent her a letter. She looked up and clicked her tongue, from the beams above Max soared down landing on her arm. She smiled, tied to his leg was a rolled up letter, she took it and let him sit upon her shoulder.


I am so sorry I haven’t been writing you back. I’ve been so busy, but your last letter concerned me. Hearing that spider, I’m sad to say I’m not sure at the moment what it was; it could have been your imagination, lack of sleep anything. If it happens again go strait to Dumbledore. As for these dreams, they’re puzzling too. Along with your dreams and hearing voices and Harry becoming a champion I’ve heard many other things and rumors of things going wrong. Stay safe Heather, don’t go causing or looking for trouble. I trust you with your word.

Love, Remus

It was exactly what Heather was expecting but at least he had written back. She didn’t like it when he said she was ‘hearing voices’ and not to go ‘causing’ trouble. She and Isaac descended the stairs to go see if Kira was out of detention yet. The tasks were kept secret from everyone, even the champions whom only had clues to what it was. The task was only a few days away, the only thing Heather and her friend new about it was that it was being held in the Quidditch field. Heather had managed to buy a daily prophet from a barn owl and thumb through the articles, it was then one caught her eye.

I suppose I get my strength from my parents. I know they’d be very proud of me if they could see me now…Yes, sometimes at night I still cry about them, I’m not ashamed to admit it…I know nothing will hurt me during the tournament, because they are watching over me…

Heather knew this was Rita Skeeter, plus Harry didn’t seem the type to unload so much information on one reporter; let alone this kind of information.

Harry has at last found love at Hogwarts. His close friend, Colin Creevy, says that Harry is rarely seen out of company of one Hermione Granger, a stunningly pretty Muggle -born girl who, like Harry, is one of the top students in school.

Heather sat back and thought, remembering a Colin Creevy being called up to get sorted as a first year; rather soaking wet. She severely doubted he was one of Harry’s close friends, hell she didn’t even have at first years that were her friends. She sighed folding up the paper and putting it on her side table, she felt sorry for Harry; it wasn’t like he wanted to be in the tournament.

The first task was dragons, there Harry stood in the middle of the Quidditch stadium facing one of the most dangerous dragons yet. She was crouched low over her eggs, her wings half furled, her evil, yellow eyes staring down at him. A monstrous, scaly, black lizard, trashing her spiked tail, leaving yard-long gouge marks in the hard ground.

“Accio Firebolt!” Harry yelled

Heather looked back to Hogwarts, knowing that he couldn’t have brought his broom with him and saw it. A shimmering gold, glittering across the sky and to the stadium a firebolt. With a faint whistle it flew and hovered right in front of Harry who swung his leg over and pushed off. Harry made several attempts toward the golden eggs, once getting caught on the arm by her tail, but she refused to move. She didn’t go any higher than a few feet above her eggs, unwilling to leave them unprotected.

Higher and higher Harry went, pulling her further away from the egg, with success he got her far enough away. He nosedived down catching her off guard and seizing the golden egg, he sped up and into the air holding the egg in his hand. The crowd gave an enormous cheer as he landed and was greeted by a few teachers; dragon keepers got hold of the horntail.

“I bet Hermione or someone helped him with that!” Kira said, clapping. “Cheating is common in the tournament, dad said.”

The next task wasn’t for three months, but that excitement would be replaced by the Yule Ball. A traditional part of the Triwizard Tournament and an opportunity to socialize with others from foreign schools.

“We have to dance?” Heather asked, as Flitwick was announce this to the Ravenclaws in the common room.

“Yes, Ms. Smith, all of you. I suggest you have a partner as well,”

Kira and Heather sat in their beds, Kira rambling on about dresses, earrings, shoes and nail polish.

“But what about partners?” Heather interrupted. “We’re nothing but a good pair of shoes if were sitting there alone.”

“True, I guess we’ll have to wait till someone asks.” Kira said, it was then a barn owl flew into the window landing upon her bed. “Thanks,” she said throwing the owl a tart candy and taking the letter.

“Whose it from?” Heather asked, petting Max as he cooed softly on her shoulder.

“Neville,” Kira said, “He’s in my divination class, nervous fellow, and I helped him once in the class. Looks like he needs help again, should I help him?”

“What’s it with?” Heather asked

Kira read it over once, “Those dream diary’s we have to do,” she looked to the time and shrugged, “I have time, see you”


Heather got bored and decided to go to the library, she had been reading about potions and decided Kira was right. Moody was probably just drinking gin, which would explain his strange manor and customs. She signed the book back in and decided to go find something interesting, maybe a book of dresses. She stood in the many allies of the library, the light was dim and it was warm and cozy. Suddenly a hand came to her shoulder, interrupting her comfort and making her jump out of her skin. She whirled around to Isaac, who had a shocked look no his face and smile sheepishly.

“Hi,” he said

“Blimey, don’t do that!” she hissed.

“Sorry,” he said, “I’ve been looking for you, I…”

She smiled, “well you found me, what does Kira need me?”

“No, I-I was just wondering…if-that is your not taken in such-if you would go-if you like, no pressure-”

“Just say it!” she said grabbing his arms.

“If you would go to the ball with me?” he said quickly and let out a long sigh before looking at her again.

She stared at him and smiled, “Sure, I would love too, and Kira and I are going to Hogsmead tomorrow to get dresses.”

He gave a great smile, his fangs gleaming in the light, “Great, see you then!”

“Bye,” she said with a slight wave as he walked down the aisle nearly tripping over himself as he hit the bookshelf.

Heather smiled as he muttered “Corner there, right,” and disappeared round the corner sheepishly.

The ball was coming fast; it was during Christmas break and almost every fourth year and up was staying at Hogwarts. She-before she knew about the Yule Ball- planned to go back to Lupin’s but because of his absence and the ball she decided to stay. Now she even had a date, which was a good thing, all she needed was dress. She left the library empty handed and made her way back into the common room. She found Kira laying face down in her bed and asked how studying with Neville went.

“Okay…sort of…” Kira said, sitting up, looking quiet puzzled.

“What do you mean sort of?” Heather asked

“Neville…he…asked me to the Yule Ball…” she said. “Neville all this time I thought he was dogging me because he was doing poorly in class.”

“He asked you?” Heather asked with a grin spreading across her face.

“Don’t you dare laugh!” Kira snapped, “Besides at least I have a date.”

Heather laughed, “Don’t go there I have one too.”

“Yeah who?” Kira asked

“Isaac just asked me in the library, now we shall need dresses, Hogsmead tomorrow?” Heather asked.

“Yeah…how come you get the good looking ones?” Kira asked as Heather launched a pillow at her.

The Hogwarts staff continued to keep up the castle in effort to impress the guest that now stayed with them. When the decorations when up they were stunning. Everlasting icicles had been attached to the banisters of the marble staircase; the usual twelve Christmas trees in the Great hall were bedecked with everything from luminous holly berries to real, hooting, golden owls. The suits of armor had all been bewitched to sing carols whenever anyone passed them, it was quite something to hear “O Come, All Ye Faithful” sung by an empty helmet that only knew a few of the words. The next day Kira, Heather and Isaac went off into Hogsmead in search of dresses; Neville had already some made from his grandmother.

“I really would love to see you in red; it would match your eyes and everything.” Kira said as they filtered through dresses.

“Fine, whatever you say,” Heather said, she had never been much for shopping. “How come it’s so simple with you,” she said to Isaac

“Guys don’t need to pick between thousands of different color.” Isaac told her as he sat in a comfy armchair.

Eventually Heather’s dress was narrowed down between a few; Kira had found her ‘dream dress’ already. Heather walked out of the dressing room in a white dress and turned to the mirror, noting she looked like a carton of milk.

“Yeah, your skin is paler than it is, try the next one.” Kira said

Heather walked back out getting bored, this time in a black dress, covered in lace accompanied by lace gloves. She cringed and could picture herself returning from the dead in this dress.

“Go try the red one, please!” Kira said ushering her back in.

Heather sighed as she zipped up the back of the dress and walked outside to face the mirror once again. It was a wine red dress styled with a strapless diamante and bustle back along with elbow length gloves.

“Wow…” this time it wasn’t Kira, it was Isaac who was staring intently at her. “You look beautiful.”

“Thank you,” Heather said, feeling her face blush.

Kira looked between them, “Aw, lovebirds, are you getting the dress?” she asked quickly as Heather went to retort.

“Yes,” Heather sighed, “I’m getting this one.”

A few days later herself and Kira were getting ready, Kira was nervous but Heather begged to differ that she was more nervous than Neville.

“He told me he asked Hermione before, but she is going with someone else.” Kira said, placing two chopsticks in her hair. She was wearing a dark purple dress that matched with the chopsticks their mum gave her.

Heather was wearing her red dress which made her eyes stand out strikingly; the gloves went up to her elbows and were accented by a diamond bracelet. Heather walked downstairs as Kira put on her shoes and met Isaac. He stood near the fire, his hands behind his back as he gazed at the flame, dressed in a dashing suit. He was wearing a black tux with a white undershirt and a red tie which brought out his gleaming eyes; what she liked most was his black hair slicked back. He looked up and smiled at her, walking towards her and taking her hand as she stepped down the last stair.

“You look great,” she said

“As do you, ready?” he asked,

“Yes, well, almost Kira is still getting on her shoes.”

They walked out of the portrait hole and found Neville waiting; he was wearing a tux as well with a crispt white undershirt and deep purple tie. Heather couldn’t help but smile as he saw his eyes light up when Kira walked through the door.

The walls of the Hall had been covered in sparkling frost, with hundreds of garlands of mistletoe and it crossing the starry black ceiling. The house tables had vanished; instead, there were about a hundred smaller, lantern-lit ones, each seating about a dozen people. Dumbledore smiled happily as the champions approached the top table.

“Look how jealous he is,” Kira hissed in her ear as she caught a glance of Ron; his eyes narrowed at Hermione and Krum.

Unlike Dumbledore Karkaroff wore and expression similar to Ron’s as he watched Krum and Hermione draw nearer. Ludo Bagman, tonight in robes of bright purple with large yellow stars, was clapping as enthusiastically as any of the students; and Madame Maxime, who had changed her usual uniform of black stain for a flowing gown of lavender silk, was applauding them politely.

After eating a band by the name of The Weird Sisters trooped onto the stage to wildly enthusiastic applause; they were all extremely hairy and dressed in black robes that had been artfully ripped and torn. They picked up their instruments and began to play, as on cue all the champions took to the floor. The band struck up a slow, mournful tune, after a while others began to filter onto the dance floor. Neville sheepishly asked Kira if she wanted to dance and they made their way to the edges.

“Come on,” Isaac said, taking Heather’s hand.

“I can’t dance,” Heather hissed at him.

But Isaac merely smiled charmingly at her and took her hand, his other around her waist and they began to twirl. Heather couldn’t help but grin as she saw Madame Maxime pass dancing with Dumbledore who look very short next to her. Mad-eye Moody was doing an extremely ungainly two-step with Professor Sinister, who was nervously avoiding his wooden leg. When he pasted Heather looked him strait in the eye and a green light flashed before her eyes, she could hear yelling. But it faded within the instant as Isaac drew close to her and whispered in her ear “Hold onto my shoulders…”

With his warning both his hands went to her waist and lifted her up, she with her hands on his shoulder looked down at him as he twirled her in the air before letting her down gracefully. Heather, for that moment, had completely forgot about her failing potions class, her vampirism, and Moody. That night she was in her own world, with Isaac, someone who understood her completely.

“See, you can dance,” Isaac said,

“Where did you learn that?” she asked as he ladled punch into two glasses.

“My dad, he uses to do that with my mother.” he said quietly.

Heather could tell he was happy he could do that, it seemed to be one connection between him and his father. They turned in early, as the band raged on and others danced she Kira Neville and Isaac returned to the Ravenclaw common room. Heather and Isaac went in leaving Kira and Neville to chat outside.

“Have a good time?” Isaac asked

Heather nodded, “With you yes, I did.”

“Good, see you tomorrow in potions?” he asked, she nodded and he grinned kissing her once on the cheek then on the hand before disappearing up to his dormitory.

Heather walked upstairs to hers grinning with slightly flushed cheeks as she changed into some pajamas. It was then Kira rushed upstairs, she was smiling and sat on her bed, taking in a deep breath.

“Well you look happy,” Heather said, massaging her aching feet.

Kira nodded, “He kissed me,”

“He did!” Heather said, jumping onto her bed.

“He’s so sweet, just shy, smart too!” she said, “He just can’t handle pressure, but he was completely fine with me. He told me that I calm him down, that’s what he likes about me.”

Heather laughed, “You calm him down and make me a nervous wreck,”

Kira ribbed her and they began talking of their night, Kira giving a high pitched squeal to hear Heather was kissed as well.

“Yes, but you got kissed on the hand, its much more romantic then a kiss on the lips.” Kira said

“Oh and a true romantic would know?” Heather asked, petting Max.

“Of course!” Kira said with a laugh.

A/N: I actually used a bit of words from these sights to describe the dresses so I give all credit to them. Here are the pictures if you want to see: Heather’s dress Kira’s dress:  If for some reason you can't get to the sight I'm pasting them into this chapter, I hope it works I've never done it before.

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