NOTE: Just a Catarneigh Chapter today.
It was lunchtime. Me and Lucy were sitting in the boat house playing with Zarya.
'Have you seen Heather today?' asked Lucy, stroking Zarya.
'No. I'm thinking of seeing her later,'
'Yeah...At least it's Friday which means we don't have to go to next lesson.'
'Yeah...' I thought for a moment, then looked at Lucy. 'How long have you had healing powers in your hair?'
Lucy stopped stroking Zarya and looked up. 'I dunno. Since I was a baby, I guess.'
'It's strange. They're really rare in muggleborns. My only guess is that a squib in your family came from a family that had healing powers,'
'Squib?' asked Lucy, confused.
'They're somebody who came from a wizard family but can't do magic, therefore they have to marry Muggles and that. Sometimes, generations later, the magic turns back up again, and that's how muggleborns are born.'
'I'm not even 100% sure if I'm even a muggleborn,'
'What do you mean?'
'My parents aren't really my parents.'
I stared at her.
'Me and Emily were adopted. I was six and Emily was five. For all we know, we could be purebloods.'
'I dunno. We got told our real parents died, but I don't think that's true, though. I think my mother purposely put us up for adoption.'
'And you have no idea who your real parents are?'
Lucy shook her head.
'How do you know you're adopted?'
'I remember being in a care home for about six months then we were adopted. They didn't think we would ever be because most families only adopt one child but we both got adopted by the same person. So, maybe all the comments Natalia says aren't true.'
'You should tell her! Tell Natalia you might not be a muggleborn.'
'I'd rather get called 'mudblood' than everyone knowing I wasn't wanted by my own mother,'
Me and Lucy made our way to the hospital wing to see Heather. As we entered the hospital, I noticed Heather's bed was empty.
I made my way over to Madam Pomfrey's office and knocked on the door.
'Hello?' asked Madam Pomfrey.
'Where's Heather? Heather Salucci?' I asked, hurriedly.
'I released her about an hour ago. She's well again, now.'
I bolted out of the hospital.
'Cat, wait!' I heard Lucy shout, 'What's wrong?'
I ignored her and ran over to Emily who was sitting on the bench in the corridor. 'Emily! Have you seen Heather anywhere?' I asked.
'Heather? I saw her come out of the Hospital Wing and head in the direction of the Owlery. Why?'
The Owlery? Heather...
Before Emily could get an answer, I was already running in the direction of the Owlery.
Why would you go back to the Owlery after all that happened there, Heather?
Then I remembered the reason why the incident had happened in the first place.
The letter! I never got it off Heather!
Lucy had caught up to me.
'She had to be here!' I shouted. Frustrated with myself for not getting the stupid letter when I had the chance.
After everything that had happened, the damned letter had slipped my mind.
'Cat, tell me what's wrong.'
'I told Heather to wait for me at the hospital until I came. She said she would, and then suddenly she's not there. Haven't you seen she's been acting strange all year? I think she's
been sending letters to someone.' 'But who? Who does she talk to?'
If I knew that, Luce, I wouldn't be in this situation right now.
'Yesterday, I followed here here and I overheard her say to Bert to give the letter to the 'whistle. It's obviously somebody she doesn't want anyone to know about.'
'Well...that person's got to be close by, don't they? In order for...Bert to hear the whistle.'
I sat on the floor.
I really couldn't give one about the owl dropping right now.
'So, for Bert to hear the whistle the person would have to be on the Hogwarts grounds.'
'Or near it. On the mountain maybe.' Lucy joined me on the floor.
'But...who?' I wondered.
Heather kept to herself. I don't even think she's made any friends here yet. And she's not actually the social type.
Lucy gasped. 'You remember the other day in the forest. When Alfred Posh was there...he was on the grounds, Cat. And remember what Shaun said about him being stopped by the gate. Catarneigh...I think Posh is living on the mountain!' the happiness Lucy once had was replaced by seriousness.
No...Heather wouldn't! She isn't stupid! Is she...?
'You don't think she's been sending letters to Posh, do you?' I asked. I prayed that that wasn't there the letters were going.
'We need to find that letter, Cat.'
I stood up. Remembering something.
'I remember before Hogwarts, my mum gave her a diary. She's bound to have wrote about Posh in that.'
Lucy stood up as well. 'One problem, though. It's in the Gryffindor dorms.'
'We need to find Shaun, then.'