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. 𝚙𝚕𝚞𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚘𝚢
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       𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐓 Sirius as she triumphantly held the plate of bacon close to her chest, pushing up her black and purple rimmed glasses. (She had immediately gotten a pair of new glasses when she woke up one morning and tried to eat the owl her father owned. In her defense it looked like a brown blob that vaguely looked like bread.) She saw Sirius playfully narrow his eyes at her and she stuck her tongue out before dumping all the bacon on her plate.

"Stop eating like a pig and let the others have some." Sirius whined like a five year old and Heather snorted, pushing away her hair from her eyes. "I had my hands on the plate first."

"Having your paw on the plate doesn't count Si." She pointed out and the older man stuck out his tongue at her, causing her to giggle at him. Her good mood however died when Harry Potter entered the room, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips.

"I won. I'm not getting expelled." He announced and everyone cheered, everyone except Heather.

"Well so much for fucking hoping." She hissed at him and Harry narrowed his eyes at her. After their awkward third year, where he was sure he liked her, he had been selected to participate in the Triwizard Tournament alongside Cedric Diggory, who Heather was spotted cheering loudly for. Once the time came for the Yule Ball, Harry stupidly asked Heather to go with him even though he knew she and George would be going together. (Heather had strayed however and went to dance with Fleur Delacour, Terry Boot, Cho Chang and Hermione for a bit before George dragged her back. She then strayed again and had a mini dance competition with Viktor Krum and she won, surprisingly.)

"Oh being happy for Harry won't kill you Little Wolf." Sirius told the girl, who snorted at this, shaking her head.

"But it will. He's my mortal enemy and I can't go prancing around with my mortal enemy now can I?" George, beside her, elbowed her in the ribs.

"Cheer up love, Fred and I have something to show you." George said, smiling and Heather raised a brow at him, not really trusting him. There had been a time last year when he and Fred had tricked the girl into a Puking Pasty and Heather would never forgive him for that. (She's already forgotten about it.)

"Why do I have the feeling that I should wear protective gear?" Her boyfriend snorted at this, eyeing Sirius who had been busy stealing Heather's mountain of bacon. Sirius innocently looked away, whistling a tune only he knew to himself.

"Still as dramatic as ever." George laughed, and he had to roll his eyes when Sirius accidentally knocked over the coffee and it traveled towards him and Heather, who shrieked when the hot beverage came into contact with her skin.

"Sorry Little Wolf, my paws are going haywire these days." He shrugged, knowing that it was a lie. "I wasn't trying to steal another piece of bacon."

Heather however grinned at him, pushing her glasses yet again up the bridge of her nose. "Wanna play fetch? I found this awesome stick I've been dying to use."

Sirius sighed. "Only if Molly says it's fine."

Heather pouted and crossed her arms over her chest. "But she's going to refuse again. Look—let's ask Moody! He'll rap on about constance violation or something but he'll definitely say yes, he likes me."

"Hell will freeze over before he says yes. Try McGonagall." George suggested, watching Ginny and Harry, the former piling pies unto Harry's plate.

"Don't reckon she appreciates the sport that is fetch." Heather shrugged before her eyes lit up again. "Or we can ask Mr Weasley! He played last time!"

"Only because he was bored love." George said and this made Heather pout again.

"Maybe he's bored again." George snorted, joined by Fred and Sirius. "Snape then? He's my last card."

"You really want Snape to be your last card? Damn that grease ball must be doing some grand thing that I'm not." Sirius shook his head. "He can't sing like I can, he can't dance, he can't run like me."

"Well thank fuck he can't sing and dance because that would super creepy—and shaking your leg isn't a dance move Si."

"It is to me." Sirius shrugged and Molly entered, with two more plates and she gave Arthur one and Harry one, even though he had a mountain heap of pies.

"Mrs Weasley, is it okay if Si and I play fetch? There's this super awesome stick I've been wanting to use."

Molly was about to say no—like the ten times she had done before—but Heather gave her the puppy eyes. "Fine, but no annoying the neighbors."

"We—"

"Promise—"

"Not." Heather whispered and she and Sirius exchanged a high five.

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     Heather sat alone in the room she had been sleeping in for the past weeks. She was sharing with Hermione and Ginny although the house was big enough to fit a family of twenty four easily. She didn't mind though as they always exchanged small talk which ninety percent of the time was stupid things. She had been considering changing her hair color but didn't know which color. She then asked her boyfriend and Sirius, who both told her that would rock green or purple.

"Uh—sorry?" Heather jumped and dropped the sweater she had in her hands as she searched for the source of the voice, when she didn't find the source, she picked it up again. "I'm—uh—why am I here?" Heather shrieked this time when the voice was right beside her and she backed away, back hitting the wall behind her. "Can you see me?"

"Why wouldn't I be able to?" Heather chuckled uncomfortably as she stared at the boy in front of her, who wasn't really a boy at the same time, given the fact that he was dead. Heather didn't know why or how he came to be here, just that she felt extremely uneasy. "Can you please not float so close to me? I can feel your breath and you're supposed to be dead."

Cedric Diggory did not laugh at her joke, instead he casted his gray tinged eyes downwards and he sighed. "That's a bad joke."

"But how can I see you? And why are you here? You died at Hogwarts, right?" Heather inquired at the boy sighed again.

"I have no idea, there's just—I don't know how to explain it but it's like Harry's calling out for me." Cedric said, floating away from Heather, who was happy the dead boy was no longer beside her. Just thinking about him sent shivers down her spine, now imagine him standing (floating) right in front of her at this very moment?

"He blames himself for your death." Heather whispered, shaking her head, refusing to let a dead boy see that she nearly cared for Harry. "But then again I blame him for killing Barty so I suppose it's a win win."

Heather had absolutely loved the Moody who taught her in her fourth year, only to find out that he was Death Eater but she still liked him, as they did spells which were normally too dangerous.

"What's your name if I may ask?" Cedric asked, raising a gray eyebrow.

"Heather Lupin," She beamed at him, still very uneasy. "I didn't quite catch yours."

Cedric, for what seemed like an eternity since he died, cracked a small smile at the girl. "Cedric. Cedric Diggory."

"I don't remember a Cedric, Slytherin?" Heather asked, raising a brow and Cedric shook his head, the smile still on his face.

"Definitely, you in Hufflepuff?"

"You know it Pretty Boy."

AN:
I know her seeing Cedric and stuff will be kinda weird and stuff but it has to do with her mother and even though Heather won't admit it, she misses her mum even though she never met her.