This is it my darlings. The end of Heather's second year at Hogwarts. Please read and review and be on the look out for the next book. I'm currently taking online college classes and working so it may be a while but just have faith.

Everything belongs to their rightful owners. Thanks to Gaara of the Sand for Beta-ing.

For a moment there was silence as Heather, Fred, George, Malfoy, Ginny, and Lockhart stood in the doorway, covered in muck and slime. Then there was a scream.

"Ginny!"

It was Mrs. Weasley, who had been sitting crying in front of the fire. She leapt to her feet, closely followed by Mr. Weasley, and both of them flung themselves on their daughter.

Heather, however, was looking past them. Professor Dumbledore was standing by the mantelpiece, beaming, next to Professor McGonagall, who was taking great, steadying gasps, clutching her chest. Professor Snape was with them as well, rubbing the space between his eyebrows and gripping Dumbledore's desk very tightly. The phoenix went whooshing past Heather's ear and settled on Dumbledore's shoulder, just as Heather found herself and the others (minus Lockhart) being swept into Mrs. Weasley's tight embrace.

"You saved her! You saved her! How did you do it?"

"I think we'd all like to know that," said Professor McGonagall weakly.

"Indeed." said Professor Snape in a very neutral tone.

Mrs. Weasley let go of Heather, who took a moment to smile at the older witch, then walked over to the desk and laid upon it the Sorting Hat and what remained of Riddle's diary.

Then she started telling them everything. For nearly a quarter of an hour she spoke into the rapt silence: She told them about hearing the disembodied voice, how Hermione had finally realized that she was hearing a basilisk in the pipes; how she and Malfoy had followed the spiders into the forest, that Aragog had told them where the last victim of the basilisk had died; how he had guessed that Moaning Myrtle had been the victim, that the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets might be in her bathroom and how they met up with the twins ...

"Very well," Professor McGonagall prompted her as she paused, "so you found out where the entrance was - breaking a hundred school rules into pieces along the way, I might add - but how on earth did you all get out of there alive, Potter?"

So Heather, her voice still going strong due to her singer's lungs, told them about Slytherin passing heir status over to her and how he was actually pretty cool guy all thing's considered. But then she faltered. She had so far avoided mentioning Riddle's diary - or Ginny. The girl was standing with her head against Mrs. Weasley's shoulder, and tears were still coursing silently down her cheeks. What if they expelled her? Heather thought nervously. It was a possibility. Riddle's diary didn't work anymore ... How could they prove it had been he who'd made her do it all?

Instinctively, Heather looked at Dumbledore with narrowed eyes. While it was clear he cared for the students in his own way, she still didn't trust him. Dumbledore smiled faintly, the firelight glancing off his half-moon spectacles.

"What interests me most," said Dumbledore gently, "is how Lord Voldemort managed to enchant Ginny, when my sources tell me he is currently in hiding in the forests of Albania."

Relief - warm, sweeping, glorious relief - swept over Heather. "W- what's that?" said Mr. Weasley in a stunned voice. "You-Know-Who? En-enchant Ginny? But Ginny's not ... Ginny hasn't been ... has she?"

"It was this diary," said Heather quickly, picking it up and showing it to Dumbledore. "Riddle wrote it when he was sixteen . . . . He actually looked pretty good back then." She mumbled to herself, blushing. Reika laughed quietly from her spot around Heather's shoulders. She had been licking the slime from Heather's face the entire time. Dumbledore took the diary from Heather and peered keenly down his long, crooked nose at its burnt and soggy pages.

"Brilliant," he said softly. "Of course, he was probably the most brilliant student Hogwarts has ever seen." He turned around to the Weasleys, who were looking utterly bewildered.

"Very few people know that Lord Voldemort was once called Tom Riddle. I taught him myself, fifty years ago, at Hogwarts. He disappeared after leaving the school ... traveled far and wide ... sank so deeply into the Dark Arts, consorted with the very worst of our kind, underwent so many dangerous, magical transformations, that when he resurfaced as Lord Voldemort, he was barely recognizable. Hardly anyone connected Lord Voldemort with the clever, handsome boy who was once Head Boy here."

"And my father was writing in that book." Malfoy sighed quietly to himself, running his hands over his much paler face. Heather admitted, if only to herself, that for a twelve year old boy he was doing very well at keeping himself together.

"But, Ginny," said Mrs. Weasley. "What's our Ginny got to do with - with - him?"

"His d-diaryl" Ginny sobbed. "I've b-been writing in it, and he's been w-writing back all year -"

"Ginny!" said Mr. Weasley, flabbergasted. "Haven't I taught you anything. What have I always told you? Never trust anything that can think for itself if you can't see where it keeps its brain? Why didn't you show the diary to me, or your mother? A suspicious object like that, it was clearly full of Dark Magic-"

Heather was about to say that in the magic world, nothing needs a brain to try and do harm, Lockhart being a prime example but Ginny's cries made her hold her tongue.

"I d-didn't know," sobbed Ginny. "I found it inside one of the books Mum got me. I th-thought someone had just left it in there and forgotten about it -"

"Miss Weasley should go up to the hospital wing right away," Dumbledore interrupted in a firm voice. "This has been a terrible ordeal for her. There will be no punishment. Older and wiser wizards than she have been hoodwinked by Lord Voldemort." He strode over to the door and opened it. "Bed rest and perhaps a large, steaming mug of hot chocolate. I always find that cheers me up," he added, twinkling kindly down at her. "You will find that Madam Pomfrey is still awake. She's just giving out Mandrake juice - I daresay the basilisk's victims will be waking up any moment."

"So Hermione's okay!" said Heather brightly.

"There has been no lasting harm done, Ginny," said Dumbledore.

Mrs. Weasley led Ginny out, and Mr. Weasley followed, still looking deeply shaken. Before the twins left to follow them, they pressed a bit of parchment into Heather's hands and whispered "Thank you."

Snape then turned to Malfoy.

"You should know that your father is here." Malfoy's eyes widened. "Your roommates noticed you had left and reported to me. I then contacted your father. He is currently in the hospital wing, having suffered some backlash due to being released of partial possession. I assume you know what I'm talking about." Professor Snape said. Malfoy nodded and Professor Snape then escorted him down to the hospital wing.

"You know, Minerva," Professor Dumbledore said thoughtfully to Professor McGonagall, "I think all this merits a good feast. Might I ask you to go and alert the kitchens?"

"Right," said Professor McGonagall crisply, also moving to the door. "I'll leave you to deal with Potter, shall I?"

"Certainly," said Dumbledore.

She left, and Heather and Reika gazed uncertainly at Dumbledore. What exactly had Professor McGonagall meant, deal with her? Surely - surely - she wasn't about to be punished? If she was, she was going to do more than throw one of her infamous tantrums.

"I seem to remember you having a great dislike for not receiving your due," said Dumbledore.

Heather looked at the man curiously.

"Let it never be said that I won't reward those who deserve it," Dumbledore went on, smiling. "You and the others will all receive Special Awards for Services to the School and - let me see - yes, I think two hundred points apiece for your respective houses."

"No need to make it about house points, Professor." Heather sighed. Her opinion of the house cup was still very low and she still thought it a pointless exercise that only drove the houses farther apart.

"I don't need to, but I will." Dumbledore's eyes twinkled. "You shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth Miss Potter." Heather rolled her eyes but nodded, stroking Reika's head.

"But one of us seems to be keeping mightily quiet about his part in this dangerous adventure," Dumbledore added. "Why so modest, Gilderoy?"

Heather gave a start. She had completely forgotten about Lockhart. She turned and saw that Lockhart was standing in a corner of the room, still wearing his vague smile. When Dumbledore addressed him, Lockhart looked over his shoulder to see who he was talking to.

"Professor Dumbledore," Heather said quickly, "there was an accident down in the Chamber of Secrets. Professor Lockhart -"

"Am I a professor?" said Lockhart in mild surprise. "Goodness. I expect I was hopeless, was I?"

"He tried to do a Memory Charm and the wand backfired," Heather explained quietly to Dumbledore, silently surprised that she'd called Lockhart a professor.

"Dear me," said Dumbledore, shaking his head, his long silver mustache quivering. "Impaled upon your own sword, Gilderoy!"

"Sword?" said Lockhart dimly. "Haven't got a sword. That girl is magic, though." He pointed at Heather. "Maybe she'll lend you one."

Dumbledore pulled out his wand and conjured a small light. "Would you mind taking Professor Lockhart up to the infirmary, too?" Dumbledore said to it. "I'd like a few more words with Heather..."

Lockhart ambled out, curiously following the light. Dumbledore waved his wand and he closed the door.

Dumbledore crossed to one of the chairs by the fire.

"Sit down, Miss Potter," he said, and Heather sat, feeling unaccountably nervous.

"First of all, Miss Potter, I want to thank you," said Dumbledore, eyes twinkling again. "I will admit, I was surprised to find that you were not in need of Fawke's assistance."

He stroked the phoenix, which had fluttered down onto his knee. Heather shrugged her shoulders as Dumbledore watched her. She now knew that he was the one who sent the phoenix. He was obviously aware that she was in the chamber at least. Heather had no desire to think about that at the moment.

"And so you met Tom Riddle," said Dumbledore thoughtfully. "I imagine he was most interested in you . . . ."

"To an irritating degree." Heather said, Reika pushing her head under the girl's chin affectionately. "I'd actually like to share something with you that I said to him, before I leave. It's something I think everyone should keep in mind."

"And what would that be?" Dumbledore asked, not questioning her sudden departure.

"Without magic, Tom Riddle is nothing." Heather said, her voice tinged with a growl. With that she stood, turned around and left.

Heather walked down to the great hall. She was unsure if Hermione was awake or not but figured the place where the feast would take place would be a great place to wait. On her way down she bumped into two unsuspected faces; Lucius and Draco Malfoy. Malfoy Junior had cleaned off all the slime and had changed into fresh clothes and Malfoy Senior looked at her with a rather peculiar expression on his tired face, like he couldn't quite think of what to make of her. Heather had to admit, she loved making people have that expression. Finally, Lord Malfoy spoke.

"I seem to recall that when I sent you a letter, inviting you into my home, I asked for you to refrain from any violent outbursts." Heather met his gaze unflinchingly. Though her expression was blank her eyes held a challenging gleam. Lord Malfoy sighed. "However, you have saved my son and myself, apparently. In light of the actions I will forget about your little duel in my ballroom. I will also give you a reward for your actions." Lord Malfoy cleared his throat. "Dobby!"

The little elf appeared with a pop. He looked between Heather and the Malfoys nervously, ringing his hands together. So it was the Malfoy's that Dobby served. Heather tilted her head to the side, curious at what was about to happen.

"I, Lord Lucius Abraxas Malfoy, hereby transfer ownership of Dobby the house elf to Heather Lillian Potter."

There was a surge of magic in the air and then it dissapaited. Heather stared at Dobby for a few moments. She had just been given a servant. It was certainly something that took a moment to process. But she made a decision. Dobby would be a servant and not a slave. There was a difference in her mind. A slave was forced to work against their will, servants had a choice. Kneeling down to Dobby's level, Heather spoke calmly.

"Would you like to serve me Dobby?" Heather asked. Reika's tongue flickered out of her mouth, tasting the heir and catching the scent of the little elf.

"What?" Dobby asked.

"I won't force you into my service. If you don't want to work for me, you don't have to." Heather said, speaking softly.

Dobby's eyes welled with tears but he didn't let them fall. He nodded his head vigorously. "Yes, Mistress Potter. Dobby will serve!"

"Alright." Heather said, chuckling at the little elf's enthusiasm. "You might want to wait for me before you go back to the pack. You didn't exactly leave on the best note."

Dobby giggled sheepishly before disappearing with a pop. Heather stood up again. "Well, that was interesting. Thank you, Lord Malfoy." She then turned and smirked at her fellow student. "What about you, Little Lord Malfoy? I saved your butt from giant spiders in the Forbidden Forest, where's your gift?"

"Why were you anywhere near acromantula?" Lucius asked sternly.

"You can murder me later, Father." Draco said, a slightly nervous tone in his voice. "Um... I'll do whatever you want for a day?"

"I'm taking your butt to the muggle world." Heather said without missing a beat.

"Not to the Forest?" Draco asked, surprised.

"I think I've been with you in the forest enough." Heather said with a smirk. "That is... if you think you can handle the muggle world."

Recognizing a challenge when he saw one, Draco smirked. "I'll see you some time over the summer than, princess."

"Don't call me that!" Heather said before laughing when she heard Malfoy Senior question his son about the nickname he had bestowed upon her.

Before Heather could head in to the Great Hall, a hissing stopped her. It wasn't Reika and the wolf could hear it coming from the walls.

"Oh, its you." Heather hissed to the Basilisk, looking in the direction of the voice.

"Master Salazar has decided to teach you a few things when you return next year. How to control your new elemental abilities and other things of magic that this age has forgotten." The great beast hissed. "But until then, live in the air. Let the breeze tickle your face, dance in the rain and fly as fast as you can."

So by emerging herself in her element, she would get a better connection. A good thing to know. "Thank you." She hissed. With that, she finally made her way to the Great Hall.

Heather had been to several Hogwarts feasts, but never one quite like this. Everybody was in their pajamas, and the celebration lasted all night. Lucius Malfoy sat with his son at the Slytherin table which made for an amusing sight. Heather didn't know whether the best bit was Hermione running toward her, screaming "You solved it! You solved it!" or Justin hurrying over from the Hufflepuff table to wring her hand and apologize endlessly for suspecting her, or Hagrid turning up at half past three, cuffing Heather so hard on the shoulder that she was knocked into her plate of meat, or Professor McGonagall standing up to tell them all that the exams had been canceled as a school treat ("Oh, no!" said Hermione), or Dumbledore announcing that, unfortunately, Professor Lockhart would be unable to return next year, owing to the fact that he needed to go away and get his memory back. Quite a few of the teachers joined in the cheering that greeted this news. But there was one more surprise for the night. The barn owl from Heather's pack known as Soren flew into the Great Hall, carrying a red letter. It was a howler. But Soren didn't land in front of Heather, he landed in front of Dumbledore.

A great silence fell over the hall. Students gaped at their headmaster. Dumbledore himself looked a little surprised. The old wizard took the letter from the owl, who hissed at him and then flew off. Dumbledore then opened the letter and a cacophony of voice erupted from the letter.

"SAFEST SCHOOL IN EUROPE MY ASS!"

"WHAT PARENT WOULD SEND THEIR PUP HERE!?"

"GIANT SNAKES AND SPIDERS!? THAT WASNT A CHALLENGE, HEATHER!"

"ONCE AGAIN A PUP IS DOING YOUR JOB!"

It was the members of the original pack. Somehow, they'd heard about everything and were clearly less than pleased. After several minutes of yelling, Kiba spoke loudly and firmly.

"I will be sending some wolves with Heather for her next year. She clearly needs extra protection since you can't get your act together." His tone offered no argument. Then, Blue's voice perked up.

"Oh, by the way Heather. Since a certain someone forgot to tell you about this months earlier..."

"Sorry." Hige said.

"I get to tell you that I've had pups." Heather leapt from her seat with a cheer. "A litter of four, two boys and two girls. You'll get to see them when you get back." With that the letter burst into flames as a light round of applause for Blue's pups filled the hall.

The rest of the final term passed in a haze of blazing sunshine. Hogwarts was back to normal with only a few, small differences - Defense Against the Dark Arts classes were canceled ("but we've had plenty of practice at that anyway," Heather told a disgruntled Hermione) and Ginny Weasley was perfectly happy again.

Too soon, it was time for the journey home on the Hogwarts Express. Heather, Luna, Hermione, Fred, George, and Ginny got a compartment to themselves. They made the most of the last few hours in which they were allowed to do magic before the holidays. They played Exploding Snap, set off the very last of Fred and George's Filibuster fireworks, and practiced disarming each other by magic. Heather was getting very good at it. Then, Heather turned towards to Hermione with a smirk.

"I think now is the perfect time for you to do that thing we talked about."

Hermione looked confused before she blushed furiously. "No way." She shook her head.

"Didn't you say you liked Tech N9ne?" Heather asked. Hermione cringed. Chuckling, Heather decided to get the girl started.

"yeah, its like the ultimate party favor baby you know?
two cups will get her hot and out of her clothes ya know?, caribou lou"

Hermione hurried her pink face in her hands.

"It's like-
151 rum
Pineapple juice, and malibu, caribou, get them all numb
Make baby girl come
Out of her shell and raise hell
Don't stop til the cops come"

Heather thought her face would split from the force of her smile when Hermione began to rap. The Weasley's eyes widened when bookworm Granger began to quickly rap without stumbling over the lyrics. Luna didn't seem surprised, which was expected of the blonde at this point.

"half a bottle of 151
Off in a jug one cup of malibu rum
Baby that's whassup
Then you fill the rest of the jug
With pineapple juice, and its crackin
The only defect is wakin up like "what happened?"
I like red light parties and fed right bodies
Who like, red like dolly and head right totties at night
Aribou kay
Ou-la
Terrible day
You paid the liquor store teller with no hair-a to braid
Touche
Get the party jumping
Keep the hotties humpin
I like them thick and juicy
So don't pilate nothing
Drinkin to much lou you
You might be karate punchin
Or at the back of the club
Attending the naughty luncheon
Satin,
Cool-aid gives you hella 151
November dog
So run kitty run
We gon' drink it until we done
Diddy dumb
Bum biddy bum
Here kansas city come so give me some-"

Hermione was grinning by the end of that and Heather joined her for the chorus.

"151 rum
Pineapple juice, and malibu, caribou get them all numb
Make baby girl come, outta her shell and raise hell
We gon' party til the cops come"

Heather gestured for the others to join in and they did so with large grins towards Hermione, who was beginning to blush again.

"151 rum
Pineapple juice, and malibu, caribou get them all numb
Make baby girl come, outta her shell and raise hell
Don't stop til the cops come"

Heather and the others started to dance and other students had arrived at compartment to see what was happening. It was quite a surprise to see that it was not only Granger that was singing, but she was rapping as well.

"I see double
I see triple
Might be trouble
Might see pistols
We ain't tryin to hear you hata's suckin on sickles
We livin it up in two double oh sizzle.
One to your maybro
Unto your day go
Why I'm the one to drink you
Under the table
And all the ladies that were doing time
Want you to become a member of my drinkin club
You will find (tech n9ne)
Tryin to tell her truly get nudie
Yes I even do "L" words
In the fruity bazoodi
Like to drink it and yell slurs at the movie
If I'm heated, I'm off to get a caribou lou to cool me
(created) by tech nizzle and t-wizzle
One high day
We mixed it up
And then I say we drink caribou-bizzle like
I ladie
Originated in kasnas city, missouri
Since 1995 baby."

Heather pulled Hermione up to dance with them. She giggled and it took her a little bit to loosen up but soon she was moving just like the rest of them.

"151 rum
Pineapple juice, and malibu, caribou, get them all numb
Make baby girl come
Out of her shell and raise hell
Don't stop till the cops come"

"151 rum
Pineapple juice, and malibu, caribou, get them all numb
Make baby girl come
Out of her shell and raise hell
We gon' party till the cops come"

"151 rum
Pineapple juice, malibu, caribou, get them all numb
Make baby girl come
Out of her shell and raise hell
Don't stop till the cops come"

"tar bender I need a drother nink
Release caribou lou and the party is utter kink
Insane mainy
Keep em' comin then I'll remain zany
Cause I'da say baby
I'm tryin to make you my main damey
For the rest of the night
Girl you sexy and tight
Come to mi casa and see these shock reflects and your right
Groupies at 12 o' clock
Man I'm prawl I'll go
(ya I'll recruit em)
But ain't betten on crap and that's all I know
Yeap in my white tee and nikes
You might sight me slightly heifin
Might see dry heave
Die we shall not need I-v's
Beside me siamese
(tech, huh, you not makin any sense)
I might make her wanna Swa-wing a prada
But once I get up on em' I can do my thing I gotta (tech!)
Hey batta batta batta batta swa-ing a batta
He can hit he can hit he can hit swa-wing a batta"

"151 rum
Pineapple juice, and malibu, caribou, get them all numb
Make baby girl come
Out of her shell and raise hell
We gon party till the cops come"

At this point, half the train was singing along. It was quite possibly one of the best train rides ever.

"151 rum
Pineapple juice, and malibu, caribou, get them all numb
Make baby girl come
Out of her shell and raise hell
Don't stop till the cops come"

"151 rum
Pineapple juice, and malibu, caribou, get them all numb
Make baby girl come
Out of her shell and raise hell
We gon party till the cops come"

"151 rum
Pineapple juice, and malibu, caribou, get them all numb
Make baby girl come
Out of her shell and raise hell
Don't stop till the cops come"

"It goes 151,
Malibu rum
Pineapple juice
Baby we havin some fun yeah"

"I'd like to give a big shout out to caribou lou
Cause I'm drinking it,
And they ain't paying me for it
(not yet hah)"

Everyone applauded and Heather even got Hermione to bow to her audience. They were almost at King's Cross when Heather remembered something.

"Ginny - what did you see Percy doing, that he didn't want you to tell anyone?"

"Oh, that," said Ginny, giggling. "Well - Percy's got a girlfriend." Fred dropped a stack of books on George's head.

"What?"

"It's that Ravenclaw prefect, Penelope Clearwater," said Ginny. "That's who he was writing to all last summer. He's been meeting her all over the school in secret. I walked in on them kissing in an empty classroom one day. He was so upset when she was - you know - attacked. You won't tease him, will you?" she added anxiously.

"Wouldn't dream of it," said Fred, who was looking like his birthday had come early.

"Definitely not," said George, sniggering.

The Hogwarts Express slowed and finally stopped.

Heather hopted out of the train and saw the stern faces of Kiba and Tsume waiting for her.

"Your packmates will be proud, though, won't they?" said Hermione as she got off the train and joined the crowd thronging toward the enchanted barrier. "When you explain to them what you did this year?"

"Proud?" said Heather. "Are you crazy? All those times I could've died, and I didn't manage it? They'll be furious ... and then maybe proud."

And together they walked back through the gateway to the Muggle world.