Perfectly Imperfect: Sequel to 'Siriusly' Black

My End: The Prologue

I lay in the old rickety bed.... dying. A man with dark wavy hair and ice blue eyes sits on a chair in the corner of the room. He has his head in his hands, thinking hard.

"Do you want me to send for Mr. Longbottom?" he asked in his distinguished voice. I wearily shake my head no, but he is persistant and pesters me about it until I give up and say yes. Then he rushes out of the room, his long trenchcoat making a 'whoosh' sound as he leaves.

"I need an owl!" I hear him rage downstairs. I can't help but smile, he reminds me so much of.of..of... It was much too hard to think at the present moment so I closed my eyes instead. Apparently he has found his owl because I can hear a scratching of a quill on parchment.

Honestly, my hearing has gotten incredibly strong over the years. I can hear a pin drop from down the hall. But, now is not the time to be obssessing over my hearing. What if I died and those were my last thoughts. Horrible, that would be horrible.

The man sweeped into the room again, a satisfied half smile on his lips. He sits down again in his chair; this time he leans back stretching his feet out.

"Mr.Longbottom is coming," he proudly stated looking at me.

I raised my head: "That's good. Now call a physican I don't need too, will you?" His smile flickered from his lips and he buried his head in his hands again.

"If you're going to argue with everything I do," he muttered. "Take a nap." That was actually a good idea. I hadn't slept in days and it was beginning to show. The last sound I heard was the man muttering to himself about how utterly impossible I was anymore.

"Then kill me," I murmured and fell asleep.

A little while later, Mr. Longbottom was shaking me awake. He had genuine worry in his eyes so I assumed my comrade had made the letter a bit more dramatic than it actually was.

"Why hello Neville," I yawned.

"Hello Victoria. How have you been doing?" He asked earnestly.

"I'm dying. I'd rather expect that I'd be doing bad, wouldn't you?" I replied and I heard a moan coming from behind Neville. It was probably the man again. Neville nodded.

"Well, is there anything I can do for you?" He inquired. This was the time, I thought. It was now or never. I wouldn't live much longer anyways.

"This is my last wish, Neville," I began dramatically. Why not? He and the man both waited for the rest as I finished my dramatic pause.

"Yes?" Neville said growing impatient.

"Get me Harry Potter," I breathed.