Chapter 9 : Knowledge
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The next task was to be February twenty fourth, Christmas had past and it was time to catch up on homework. This wasn’t easy since most of them had forgotten a few things over the holiday week break. Kira disappeared to the library often, with no explanation of why except that she had to study.
“Again?” Isaac asked, as he and Heather sat in the Ravenclaw common room.
“Oh she just wants to be with Neville,” Heather said, “She can’t hide the ‘N’s all over her books.”
Isaac grinned and went back to his book, but Heather lingered on his face; she only had told Kira about the spider. Heather wondered if it was normal, maybe he could tell her, maybe all vampires could hear animal’s thoughts. But Heather stopped; she couldn’t hear Max’s thoughts or Buckbeak’s in her third year. Without thinking she opened her mouth and asked him hoping she wouldn’t regret it.
“Isaac, can you hear…spiders?” she asked
Isaac looked up, an odd look on his face. “Spiders?” he asked, Heather nodded. “No…you can’t really hear spiders crawling on the walls-”
“No,” Heather said, sitting up. “I mean their thoughts, what their thinking.”
Isaac looked at her and shook his head. “Well I can’t but some vampires can. It apart of our heritage vampires decent from seers. It’s a long lost practice, but long ago vampires practice a type of telepathy. That type was only possible between blood family members, eventually though they tried to spread it among others. This included animals, none got very far, and it was only if you had a very powerful seer in your family.”
“Did Moody in maybe your first or second class, make spiders die and do summersaults?” Heather asked, he nodded, “When he torture our spider I could hear him screaming, begging Moody to stop.”
Isaac stared at her, dumbfounded for a moment then came back to his sense. “You heard it?” he asked, putting down his book; Heather nodded. “That’s-That’s almost impossible.”
“My father,” Heather said to him, “He shows up in my dreams, every time, it doesn’t matter what it is, but he appears. Is that what he’s doing, that telepathy thing?”
“That’s the only logical explanation, he’s full vampire and very powerful.” Isaac said, sitting next to her.
“I’ve already told Remus, it hasn’t happened again. He told me to go to Dumbledore if it does, but I’m just afraid…I’ve gone crazy or something.” she said, giving a slight chuckle as she wiped tears that found their way to her cheek.
Isaac smiled, “You’re not crazy,” he said, wiping another tear away. “Just very, very rare.”
Heather felt slightly better after talking to Isaac, he assured her it wasn’t anything bad; but it wasn’t common either. He warned that she shouldn’t try and learn about it or practice it; most vampires went mad after they did. It was bad enough making others suffer and suffering themselves, but also having to hear animals that didn’t know any better suffer as well. Heather headed his words, but the nightmares of her father still plagued her, worrying Kira even more.
It was a few days after that when Hagrid, the Care of Magical Creatures teacher was in an article in the Daily Prophet. It described Dumbledore eccentric and letting in strange teachers and people into the school.
In September of this year, he hired Alastor “Mad-eye” Moody, the notoriously jinx-happy ex-Auror, to teach Defense Against t he Dark Arts, a decision that caused my raised eyebrows at the Ministry of Magic, given Moody’s well-known habit of attacking anybody who makes a sudden movement in his presence.
Heather laughed, she was glad she wasn’t the only one who thought Moody was nuts, but it was what she read next that seemed far-fetched.
An alarmingly large and ferocious looking man, Hagrid has been using his newfound authority to terrify the students in his care with a succession of horrific creatures. While Dumbledore turns a blind eye, Hagrid has maimed several pupils during a series of lessons that many admit to being “very frightening.”
“I was attacked by a hippogriff, and my friend Vincent Crabbe got a bad bite off a flobberworm,” says Draco Malfoy, a fourth-year student. “We all hate Hagrid, but were just too scared to say anything.”
Heather rolled her eyes, Hermione had told her of the incident, and Draco had no problem opening his mouth. Telling Hagrid he would regret it, him and his bloody “chicken”, as well as grumbling about the monster book he sent them all during the summer. Heather read over his quote again and sneered, flobberworm didn’t even have teeth! She shook her head with a sigh and put down the paper, Hagrid was far from a blood thirsty giant they said he was in that article.
The next day in class, Hagrid was gone, instead an elderly witch with closely cropped gray hair and a very prominent chin stood before his front door.
“My name is Professor Grubbly-Plank,” she said briskly,” I am your temporary are of Magical Creatures teacher.”
“Where’s Hagrid?” Kira asked,
“He is indisposed,” she said shortly, that was the end of that. “This way, please,”
Professor Grubbly-Plank strode off around the paddock where the Beauxbatons horses were shivering. Heather look to his hut, it was quiet and unlit all the blinds shut, she knew he wasn’t in there. She led them past the paddock where the huge Beauxbatons horses were standing, huddled against the cold and toward a tree on the edge of the forest, where a large and beautiful unicorn was tethered. Many gasped and most of the girls ‘oooohed’, it was so brightly white that all the snow around him looked gray. It was pawing the ground nervously with its golden hooves and throwing back its horned head.
“Back you boys!” she snapped at a couple of Ravenclaws, including Isaac. “They prefer the woman’s touch, unicorns. Girls to the front, and approached with care, come on easy does it…”
Heather walked with Kira towards the unicorn along with the other girls and Professor Grubbly-Plank. The horse snorted, throwing its head back again, Heather reached out to it intending to pet its main. But once she was within inches of the horse it let out a shriek and threw its hooves into the air. All the girls screamed running back; Heather gasped and ran being hit by a foot in the back, stomped onto the ground.
Another hook came down upon her back before she heard Grubbly-Plank taming the horse. Heather stood, the wind knocked out of her, she was swaying dangerously before Isaac ran out and held her steady.
“Off to the hospital wing with you, class dismissed!” she hollered, striding along side her, a strict hand on her arm. Isaac’s hand was around her waist, helping her up the sloping hill to the wing; the other Ravenclaws trailing behind in deep conversation.
Heather sat down on a bed as Grubbly-Plank stalked to Madam Pomfrey’s office; she was clearly bewildered at her.
“I feel like my back is broken and my lungs are gone…” Heather wheezed to Isaac and Kira.
“Did I ever tell you that some animals fear vampires?” Isaac asked sheepishly, his arm still around her waist and a hand on her arm.
Heather shook her head and glared at him, “You could have told me…before.”
“Remember me telling you about telepathy?” he asked, Heather nodded. “It has something to do with that, our minds scare them, I’ve never studied it but I know it spooks them pretty bad.”
Madam Pomfrey bustled out of her office, Grubbly-Plank behind her, she shooed away Isaac and Kira letting them wait outside. Madam Pomfrey said it wasn’t anything serious, just some internal bleeding and a few broken ribs.
“You’ll have those two bruises for at least a week and be sore for about two but you’re fine.” she said, pulling her shirt back down over her back.
“Thanks,” Heather said, walking outside, Grubbly-Plank had already left to attend to her next class.
It was lunch now; she found Isaac and Kira in the Great Hall, full of questions and asking if she was okay.
“I’m fine, I’m fine,” Heather said
“That’s my girl tough as nails!” Kira said brightly and slapped her on the back; Heather gasped in pain and held her side. “Heh….sorry,” Kira said quickly slurping back her pumpkin juice as Heather glared at her.
Heather wandered the halls that night, padding around the moving staircases thinking. She debated whether to write Remus about the unicorn, it wasn’t exactly trouble or something she heard. It was then another worrying though came to her mind as she heard loud clunking and then shrieking. Heather’s ears perked as she flew into a darkened corner nearly crashing into the suit of armor.
“PEEVES!” was the unmistakable cry of Filch; she watched as he appeared from a corridor at the end of the staircase. “What’s this racket? Wake up the whole castle, will you? I’ll have you, Peeves, I’ll have you, you’ll…and what’s this?”
Heather watched as Filch stopped and picked up a wailing golden egg at the bottom of the stairs. There was a clink and the wailing stopped, the castle was in silence once more. “Egg?” Filch said quietly at the foot of the stairs. “My sweet!”- Heather didn’t breath as the cat came slinking behind Filch. “This is a Triwizard clue! This belongs to a school champion!”
Heather wondered who it was, but an a instinctive feeling it was either Harry or Cedric.
“PEEVES!” Filch roared gleefully, tearing Heather from her thoughts. “You’ve been stealing! Hiding are you?” he continued softly. “I’m coming to get you, Peeves…You’ve gone and stolen a Triwizard clue, Peeves…Dumbledore will have you out of here for this, you filthy, pilfering poltergeist.”
Heather watched Filch start to climb the stairs and slowly made her way to the corridor for an escape. Not breathing she watched as Mrs. Norris followed her master, hoping she wouldn’t smell her wolf scent.
“Filch? What’s going on?”
Heather froze where she was, there stood in front of her was Snape, Filch turned, she closed her eyes. She was caught, she knew it, he would see her and shout ‘A wolf, you stole it!’ then reveal who she was and would be suspended for life. But no shout came, just Filch talking to Snape.
“It’s Peeves, Professor,” he whispered malevolently. “He threw this egg down the stairs.”
“Peeves?” Snape said, now up the stairs looking at the egg in Filches hands. “But Peeves couldn’t get into my office…”
Filch asked Heather’s question, “This egg was in your office, Professor?”
Snape told Filch how he heard banging and wailing and came to investigate and passed his office finding the torches were lit and a cupboard door was ajar; someone had been searching it.
“But Peeves couldn’t-”
“I know he couldn’t, Filch!” Snape snapped again. “I seal my office with a spell none but a wizard could break!” Snape looked up the stairs. “I wasn’t you to come and help me search for the intruder, Filch.”
Heather’s heart sank…no go up the stairs…please, please go up the stairs…she thought pleadingly. They argued for a moment, Filch with hopes of taking it to Dumbledore and getting Peeves expelled for good. But Heather wasn’t paying attention at that moment as she stood in the light of the corridor stood Moody. He was staring strait at her, a menacing look in his eyes; then began to clunk foreword. Heather backed away and he stood at the foot of the stairs. Heather only hoped the shadow she stood in hid her well enough from the others.
“Pajama party is it?” he growled up the stairs.
Filch began to explain how himself and Snape heard noises and about his office but Snape cut him short “Shut up!”
Moody stared up the stairs for a moment before saying “Did I hear that correctly, Snape?” he asked, “Someone broke into your office?”
Snape tried to pass it off as if he didn’t care but Moody pressed, this was the ultimate moment for Heather to escape but she was transfixed at the scene. Who could have gotten into Snape’s office? What was he looking for?
“Reckon they were after potion ingredients, eh?” said Moody “Not hiding anything else in your office, are you?”
Heather watched as Snape went a deep red, telling Moody he wasn’t hiding anything as Moody should know since he had searched it thoroughly. Moody told Snape it was Aurors privilege and he had to keep and eye on something before Snape cut him off saying Dumbledore trusted him.
“’Course Dumbledore trust you,” growled Moody. “He’s a trusting man, isn’t he? Believes in second chances. But me- I say there are spots that don’t come off, Snape. Spots that never come off d’you know what I mean?”
Heather watched as Snape clutched his left forearm as though someone burned him. Moody chuckled and told Snape to go back to bed, ticking Snape off pretty well. It was then after a menacing threat Moody picked up a piece of paper. It was then as Snape reached for the paper Heather saw something between them…legs one sinking into the staircase.
“My mistake-must’ve dropped it earlier-”
“Potter,” Snape hissed.
That’s when it donned on Heather; Harry was standing right behind them! Invisible some how she had seen his feet.
“Potter!” Snape hissed again, “That egg is Potter’s egg. That piece of parchment belongs to Potter. I have seen it before, I recognize it! Potter is here! Potter, in his Invisibility Cloak!”
That how he was invisible a cloak, Heather had heard of them, maybe he inherited from his father or mother.
“There’s nothing there, Snape!” Moody barked, “but I’ll be happy to tell the headmaster how quickly your mind jumped to Harry Potter!”
Moody argued that Dumbledore was interested in who had it in for Harry, and that so was he. It was silent for a moment before Snape lowered his hands from thing air, probably inches from Harry. Snape made and excuses of Harry having a habit of sneaking off after hours and only cared for his safety. The discussion ended their and Moody made Filch hand over the egg, so he could return it to him. Heather held still as possible as Snape strode past the small group on the stairs and past her. Filch handed over the egg before calling Mrs. Norris and walking back down the corridor. The cat stared at the spot where Harry probably stood for a moment before trotting down the stairs. She then stopped and stared at her and made for her before she bared her teeth.
“Mrs. Norris!” clicked Filch she jumped back and followed her master back down the hall.
“Close shave, Potter,” muttered Moody. “You too Smith!” he hissed.
Heather came from her hiding spot peering down the corridor cautiously before trotting up the stairs.
“Heather?” she heard Harry gasp.
Heather smiled and transformed, “Hey Harry,” she could kick herself for be revealed to more people.
“This is some map, Potter!” Moody said, staring at a piece of parchment with moving people and the whole castle.
“Yeah, it’s…quite useful,” Harry said, “Er-Professor Moody, d’you think you could help me-?”
“What? Oh! Yes…yes, of course…”
Moody took hold of Harry’s arms and pulled; he didn’t remove his cloak, Heather didn’t blame him. Snape or Filch could come striding down that corridor and find her standing there would just raise hell not to mention if Harry was standing their as well.
“Now, did either of you see who broke into Snape’s office?” he asked
Heather shook her head, “No,”
“Er…yeah, I did…” Harry said, “It was Mr. Crouch.”
Moody’s magical eye whizzed over the entire surface of the map. He looked suddenly alarmed. “Crouch?” he said, “You’re-you’re sure, Potter?”
“Yes,” Harry said
“Well, he’s not here anymore,” moody said “Crouch...that’s very-very interesting…”
Heather remained silent as Moody went over the map once more then asked Harry to borrow it. Heather looked to the empty spot, if Heather had that map, which looked to be very powerful she wouldn’t have given it up for her life.
“Good boy,” growled Moody. “I can make good use of this…this might be exactly what I’ve been looking for…Right, bed, Potter, come on, now…Smith, you can head back in ye form, avoid the two night crawlers by taking the stairs.”
Heather nodded and transformed bidding Harry good bye and making her way down another staircase to her common room. Heather’s mind was buzzing, about Snape and Crouch and what it all meant. Why was Crouch pretending to be ill? He seemed well enough to break into Snape’s office. Heather wondered what was in Snape’s office that he wanted, what could he be hiding. As well as Moody, why was he prowling around at night too? But what disturbed her the most was that Moody knew who she was, even in her Animagus form. Heather had gone on night prowls before but had never seen a soul until now, had he been following her?
This made Heather think of not registering as she walked into her common room and went up the girl’s stairs. If she was registered everyone would know her form and markings, all in the Improper Use of Magic Office sitting on file waiting to be stolen. It then hit Heather Sirius wasn’t registered either and look what it did for him, he got out of Azkaban because of it. She slumped into her bed with a sigh; she knew that knowledge was a powerful and stressful thing.
“Ladies and gentlemen, we have reached out decision. Merchieftainess Murcus has told us exactly what happened at the bottom of the lake, and we have therefore decided to award marks out of fifty for each of the champions, as follows…
“Fleur Delacour, though she demonstrated excellent use of the Bubble-head Charm, was attacked by grindylows as she approached her goal, and failed to retrieve her hostage. We award her twenty-five points.”
“Cedric Diggory, who also used the Bubble-head charm, was first to return with his hostage, though he returned one minute outside of the time limit of an hour.” Enormous cheers from the Hufflepuff’s in the crowd. “We therefore award him forty-seven points.”
“Harry’s lost,” Kira said, “He was way outside the time limit.”
“Victor Krum used an incomplete form of Transfiguration, which was nevertheless effective, and was second to return with his hostage. We award him forty points.”
Karkaroff was beaming as he clapped proudly for his student.
“Harry Potter used Gillyweed to great effect,” Bagman continued and Heather’s mouth dropped.
“Gillyweed?” she gasped.
“What?” Kira asked,
“Where do you think he got it from?” Heather said, watching as Kira’s expression change, her thoughts going back to what Heather told her when she was roaming the castle that night.
“…and well outside the time limit of an hour. However, the Merchieftainess informs us that Mr. Potter was first to reach the hostages, and that the delay in his return was due to his determination to return all hostages to safety, not merely his own. Most of the judges, eel that this shows moral fiber and merits full marks. However…Mr. Potter’s score is forty-five points.”
Harry was now tying for first place with Cedric, everyone was caught by surprise as they whole stands began cheering.
“The third and final task will take place at dusk on the twenty-fourth of June,” continued Bagman. “The champions will be notified of what is coming precisely one month beforehand. Thank you all for your support of the champions.”
Everyone filed out of the stands, Heather a bit dazed, had Harry lied to Moody, was it really him who had broken into Snape’s office? Did he bring the egg as a cover up in case he got caught? She only wished this sort of lump of information could fall into lap about potions, which she knew Snape would be in a bad mood for tomorrow.
Snape was in a horrible mood during potions; Heather wasn’t in the best of spirits either. She had barely gotten any sleep last night and Max had woken her much too early once she fell asleep.
“Have you seen this?” Kira asked, passing her a magazine under the table.
Heather took the magazine that Kira had found on the chair near her; it was an article on Harry by none other than Rita Skeeter.
Harry Potter’s Secret Heartache
…Harry Potter thought he had found solace in his steady girlfriend at Hogwarts, Muggle-born Hermione Granger…Miss Granger, a plain but ambitious girl, seems to have a taste for famous wizards that Harry alone cannot satisfy. Since the arrival at Hogwarts of Viktor Krum, Bulgarian Seeker and hero of the last World Quidditch Cup, Miss Granger has been toying with both boys’ affections…. “She’s really ugly,” says Pansy Parkinson, a pretty and vivacious fourth-year student, “but she’d be well up to making a Love Potion she’s quite brainy. I think that’s how she’s doing it.”
Heather scoffed; she severely doubted Hermione would waste her time on a love potion. As well she knew that Hermione was not one to toy around with boys let alone her best friend. She knew Viktor may be an item for her but that was her business, Harry she guessed was a strictly friends basis.
“Its rubbish,” Heather said, shaking her head. “But what I wonder is how Rita is getting all this stuff.”
“Maybe she has a student filling her in. Like Loony-Luna!” Kira said
“I doubt Luna Lovegood would do that,” Heather said, Luna Lovegood was a pale, blonde and blue eyed girl in their house. She was rather odd, with radish earrings and always reading the Quibbler. “She has to be sneaking in or-” Heather was cut off as the magazine flew from her hands into Snape’s.
“Reading under the table,” Snape said, icily. “I’ve confiscated more than one of theses today, ten points from Ravenclaw.”
“Figures…” muttered Heather and jumped when Snape came face to face with hers.
“I will not tolerate back talk, Smith.” he hissed, then looked to Kira and Isaac. “It seems I shall have to separate you three,” Heather rolled her eyes, “Smith, you to the front, Russell to the back and Wong to the far right corner.” he snapped
Heather trudged to the front and continued her potion; she nearly had it finished to the tee with a few tweaks here and there. She looked to her ingredients again and added another bit of crushed scarab beetles. It was with that ingredient the potion reacted violently and exploded, covering her in black good. They whole class laughed at her predicament as they began packing up at the bell. Isaac walked over to her and handed her a kerchief, she thanked him and wiped her face clean.
“Go ahead guys, this will take a bit,” Heather said, handing the kerchief back to Isaac who shook his head at the black rag.
“You keep it,” he told her
Heather smiled, “Thanks,” tucking the soaking cloth into her pocket.
Heather bent to the floor to soak up the potion off the floor when she heard the door bang open. She had seen Snape about to sweet over to her and criticize her work but watched as his feet stopped.
“We need to talk, now!” it was Karkaroff’s voice. “You’re alone and not under prying eyes. “This!” he hissed Heather could just imagine Snape’s questioning face.
“Put it away!” Snape snapped. “We can talk later, Karkaroff!”
“You can’t tell me you haven’t notice!” he snapped back, voice rose. “The dark mark has burned brighter everyday.”
Heather banged her head on the table at the mention of the dark mark, she groaned rubbing her head.
“Smith!” Snape snapped.
“Yes, sir?” Heather asked, grasping Isaac’s kerchief coving her black potion; looking up just in time to see Karkaroff rolling down his left sleeve. “Just cleaning up,”
“I’ll do it later, go to lunch.” he said
“But-” Heather began.
“Now!” Snape snapped making Heather jump.
Heather nodded and collected her things leaving the classroom and sprinting to the great hall. Her mind was racing, Karkaroff was a death eater! He had the dark mark on his arm and it was burning brightly. What did that mean, though? Was it a invisible tattoo of some sort? Karkaroff seemed worried though and anxious most of all at Snape who seemed aloof about it. Heather ran to where Isaac and Kira sat and nearly knocked over some pumpkin juice as she sat down.
“He’s a death eater!” Heather hissed,
“Who?” Isaac asked, through a sandwich
“Karkaroff!” Heather told him,
“What?” Isaac asked, nearly choking.
“He said the dark mark had burned brighter everyday, he was showing Snape his arm.” Heather said, “I think it’s some sort of tattoo…that calls all death eaters when Voldemort needs them.”
“Shush!” Kira said, looking around, no one was listening.
“Karkaroff is a former death eater,” Isaac said, both Kira and Heather looked to him.
“What do you mean?” Heather asked
“He was caught by Alastor Moody-yes Mad-eye- and ratted out his allies in exchange for being spared a life time sentence to Azkaban. Now he’s head of the Durmstrang institute, he’s aged quite a bit though.” Isaac told her.
“So he’s a former death eater, then why is he talking to Snape?” Heather asked
Isaac shrugged, “I don’t know, Dumbledore trust Snape, he thinks he’s changed.”
“Has he?” Kira asked then stopped, “Wait how do you know all this?”
Isaac shrugged, chewing slowly on his sandwich; Heather stared at him she knew why. It was of that order thing he told her about when they first met; it had something to do with that. Heather knew Kira must’ve forgotten but she remembered clearly, but she wondered what it was and how he knew so much. It was then a picture flashed before her eyes, it was Isaac, his head near a door eavesdropping.
“I hope they don’t find out…not now at least…” his voiced trickled into her head as she stared at him intently then eh moved.
“What?” he asked, looking at her.
Heather shook her head, “Nothing…just thought I had something on Karkaroff.”
“Well, nothing on him, but at least something on Snape.” Isaac said logically.
Kira had gone back to her food, she knew Kira all too well, she didn’t trust Isaac as much as she use to. Isaac was clearly quiet, not jokingly charming as he usually was, but quiet and reserved. This was evident when Isaac headed off to Dark Arts and Heather and Kira went to Care of Magical Creatures.
“Something isn’t right about that thing he wasn’t talking to you about at the World Cup. He knows so much about death eaters and that stuff, what if it’s a sort of cult. The young Death eater apprentices…” Kira murmured to her.
Heather laughed, “I severely doubt it’s that, but I do worry its not all good. But I don’t think Isaac would be in that kind of thing, you know? On the wrong side of things if you will,” Heather said to her.
Kira shrugged, “It’s just…something isn’t right,”
Heather agreed with her on that, after class Isaac didn’t speak for the rest of the day. He remained quiet and only gave her faint smiles not his normal grin almost avoiding them. It was when he headed up to the owlery that Heather followed him, saying she had a letter to send to Remus. She wasn’t really sure how she would explain why she didn’t have a letter as they walked up the stairs.
“Aren’t you going to mail something, with Max?” he asked, letting a brown barn owl fly from his arm.
Heather shook her head and sighed, “Isaac, what’s wrong?”
He looked to her questioningly, “Nothing, why?”
“You’re quiet; you haven’t spoken to me or Kira all day. That’s not you, you’re worried or hurt or something. If it’s Kira you can’t blame her, I mean we haven’t asked about this order thing all year, we can’t help but be curious.” she said
“It’s not that,” he said, taking her hand and pulling her closer into the owlery so they wouldn’t be heard. “It’s just, I’m not supposed to know about the Order either, and it’s not really an order at all. It’s not even assembled by Dumbledore yet, all I know is that it use to be something and needs to be brought back.”
“Dumbledore?” Heather asked, “He’s doing all this?”
Isaac nodded, “I’m not suppose to know, nor are you or Kira. It’s dangerous for us to know; the order involves death eaters and needs trust, without that the whole thing will crumble.”
“It’s not assembled?” Heather asked, he shook his head. “So it’s like an army assembled against Voldemort?”
“I think so, my Aunt and Uncle don’t tell me anything though, I always have to go mind Jacquelyn my little cousin.” he said
“You’ve only heard a little bit, right? Eavesdropping and stuff?” Heather asked
“How do you know I was eavesdropping?” he asked
“I kind of saw you, back at the Great Hall. Like a picture, when I see my mother’s eyes, I saw you ear pressed to a door and listening. Then your thoughts seemed to come to be, you were thinking ‘I hope they don’t find you…at least not now…’”
Isaac stared at her, “You’re a master at Occlumency!” he gasped,
“What?” Heather asked, bewildered at the sudden change in subject.
“Occlumency, it’s kind of like reading minds, but you can’t protect yourself too and get into other peoples mind. You can invoke pain or just filter through their memories, find out their strengths and weaknesses.” Isaac said, “I’ve been reading about it, it’s a very good skill to have; plus it fits all the things that have been happening to you.”
“So that’s why I could hear the spider and see you and hear you’re thoughts.” Heather said.
Isaac nodded, “I thought I could feel someone in my presence but I had no idea who it was. It’s like feeling something is this close-” he took two steps forward his face so close she could feel him breathing.
“Wow, talk about invading other peoples ‘bubble’ so to speak.” Heather said, taking a small step back.
Isaac took a step back too and sighed, running a hand through his hair. “A lot to take in, huh?” Heather nodded, her mind was buzzing with Crouch and Karkaroff as well as the Order and her supposedly knew skill.
“You’re not supposed to know this stuff, are you?” she asked him.
Isaac shook his head, “No, if anyone found out that I knew and that I told you I would be in serious trouble.”
“Who else is in the order?” Heather asked, “Do you know?”
Isaac shrugged, “I heard Dumbledore and I think Ron’s mother and father, Remus and Sirius maybe. I’m not really sure at all on this but it’s a good guess.”
Heather looked out a window, it was getting dark and cold out, and with this they decided to go back to the common room. Heather told Isaac to just deal with Kira for the evening and she would tell her later.
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