HEATHER BLACK AGREED TO DO THE THING THAT NOBODY ELSE COULD TO DO.
Use her animagus form, and protect Harry Potter for fifteen years.
As an owl.
As Hedwig.
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Travis McKinnon wanted nothing more than to do something useful.
So he used his animagus...
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THAT NIGHT, HARRY POTTER had a nightmare about Arthur Weasley being attacked by a snake.
Even though she had been assigned a dorm with Cho Chang, Heather was sitting, in owl form, outside of the boy's window when it happened, and the moment she overheard Ron frantically yelling Harry's name and the black-haired boy talking about Arthur Weasley being attacked, she had flown off to Dumbledore's office.
She had never seen Cho Chang return to the dorm—and seeing as she and Travis had figured out about Dumbledore's Army when it had first formed—Heather assumed that Cho was still at their meeting.
It had taken them a while to find out about Dumbledore's Army, but they had told Dumbledore about it, though when they had gone to tell him, Dumbledore had seemed to already know about it, and didn't seem very worried about it.
Heather was impressed by the idea, but it was also nother thing for her to worry about, especially with Umbridge around now.
So she was there in the Headmaster's office, in human form, when Harry, Professor McGonagall and Ron burst into the room, the Headmaster was already expecting them.
"Professor—Mr. Weasley—," Harry stuttered frantically.
"Potter says he had a nightmare," Professor McGonagall said, glancing at the trembling boy, "Well—,"
"It was real!" Harry insisted, clenching his fists together angrily, his eyes blazing, "Mr. Weasley is seriously injured and—,"
Professor Dumbledore kept his gaze firmly away from Harry's, and Heather could tell that it was causing the boy serious distress and anger.
The Professor proceeded to ask several questions, which Harry answered desperately, trembling and furious. Dumbledore finally called a couple of paintings to go and check, and ordered all of them to sit as Professor McGonagall got some chairs.
"Heather," Ron said, frowning, as if he had just noticed her as she took a seat beside the red-headed boy.
"Yes, Ron?" Heather answered, casting the boy a glance.
"Why are you here?" The boy asked, his tone unintentionally rude.
Heather knew the boy didn't mean to sound impolite, so she ignored his tone of voice and instead said kindly, "I was simply speaking to Professor Dumbledore before the lot of you entered."
"Well, you know what's going on, then," Harry said bitterly, his hands fisted tightly and placed firmly on his lap, "What do you think of it? Think I'm a nutter too?"
