Dreams

Chapter 4: The Hall

"Abbot, Susan." A short little red haired girl stepped up to the stool and set the Sorting Hat on her head while shaking. "Hufflepuff!" said the hat after about five seconds. The Hufflepuff table roared with applause and stood up to greet their new arrival. Harry was sitting next to Ron, across from Constance and diagonal from Hermione. Fred and George were on the other side of him.

"So, Constance, where might I ask you have come from?" George said.

"My mom's womb."

"Yes, that and ..."

"France, you git! London of course."

"Really, that close? You should visit the Burrow sometime this summer."

"Maybe I will."

"You better or we may have to come pick you up in the car."

"Oh, so you want to get a howler in person?" Ron asked remembering his howler he got a few years back.

"When's your birthday?"

"Halloween," Constance whispered.

"Sorry, what did you say?"

"Halloween," she said a bit louder. Everything seemed to freeze.

"Ha-all-oo-we-en?" Ron choked.

"What's wrong?" Harry didn't understand what was the big deal about being born on Halloween. The silence was interrupted by:

"Williamson, Harris"

"Gryffindor!" Most of the table erupted in cheers, except for the people who were around Constance, they were just staring blankly at her.

"What's going on!" Harry shouted over the hoots.

"You're a...a..." Ron stuttered.

"Constance, you can..."Hermione supposed.

"Yes," Constance whispered, the cheers had stopped.

"Constance, but why didn't you tell us?" Hermione asked accusingly.

"I couldn't."

"Why not?"

"I told you, I just couldn't."

"But, it's a once in a lifetime chance to meet someone who is born on Halloween."

"It was a mistake."

"No it wasn't. It can't possibly."

"It is and it always will be."

"No, Constance, you don't know how much you are capable of."

"Why is it only people who are born on Halloween are cursed with it?"

"Constance, it's not a curse, it's a privilege ."

"Yeah, that's what you think! I hate it. I have to always be thinking about it or something will happen."

"Constance, were you the one to s-"

"Yes! I'm the one who did it ok! I wasn't thinking. I started to have freedom from it for once but then it back fired!" Constance yelled at Hermione. " I've got to go. Sorry" Constance stood up and left the table, which now was full with food and people watching her.

"It's ok Constance," Harry said still not understanding.

"What?" Ron said "She didn't say sorry?"

"Yes she did," Harry said puzzled even more now.

"Ron, don't say it." Hermione nudged Ron. Harry was now asking George and Fred what just happened, they didn't hear the last thing she said though.

"But, she's ..."

"I know Ron ... he'll figure it out."

"But how is this possible?"

"I don't know." Hermione was now playing with the food she had put on her plate.

"Hermione!" Ron gasped at her sense of meekness.

"Ron, just don't let him know."

"But, why?"

"I just think there's more there ok."

"I don't! What is it?"

"Ron, you've just got to trust me ok. We know what her destiny is now ,but she just did the opposing."

"Which is?"

"Ron, you are so naive."

"Tell me."

"You'll see, I promise."

"Ok."

"What is the big deal?" Harry whined to Ginny. Who had now taken Constance's seat.

"Harry, do you know how many wizards and witches are born on Halloween?"

"No."

"You can count them on one hand."

"Whoa! But, what's the big deal besides that. That's not so mystifying as you make it."

"Harry, she's destined."

"Aren't we all?"

"No, this is a different kind of destined."

"What do you mean?"

"She doesn't do magic with a wand she does it with her hands or her mind."

"What?"

"She's destined to be one of the greatest witches off this century."

"Really?"

"Yes, Harry. She's pretty much like you except she's so much more capable of things no one will ever know."

"She doesn't need a wand? Can't we do magic with out our wands."

"Yes, but even the most simplest spells are really hard and no one can do them perfect except Constance. She can do the most complicated spells so quick and easily. It's hard for her with a wand."

"That's why I have never seen her wand. This is amazing!"

"Yeah it is! We better not tell that Rita lady or else Constance's life will be a living hell." Ron butted in.

"Definitely." Ginny could be a little bratty at times but she was really sweet when it came to helping someone who needed it.

"So, who's going to do the honors of chasing after her?" Ron said, then both Ginny and Ron turned to Harry:

"Why me?"

"You're the first person out of us to meet her."

"Ok." Harry sauntered out of the hall. There right out said the door was Constance mumbling something to herself.

"Constance?"

"What?" she snapped.

"You didn't have to be sorry about leaving the hall." Harry knelt down next to her.

"Yeah, I did. I ruined the first feast!" Her holler echoed in the corridors. She started mumbling things again.

"Constance, you didn't ruin anything. Some were just amazed they were meeting someone you know."

"How could I not know? It's a cruse I swear it! I had to be born a day earlier, and that day just had to be Halloween didn't it."

"Constance, you were meant to have this gift that you possess."

"How do you know?"

" Everyone has a destiny calling them. Each one is different. Yours is to be great, all powerful,-"

"to take over the world, to be evil, and do everything bad possible."

"What? Not at all, Constance, you are the one who creates your destiny. You make the choices. You are the big boss in charge of your life. Do you want to be evil?"

"No, but I don't want to be great either I just want to be me."

"I can relate," Harry said, remembering how much he hated his scar.

"Harry?"

"Yes?"

"Can I show you something?"

"Sure, what is it?"

"Ok, this is going to be hard to comprehend but here it goes." Constance stood up, took a deep breath, mumbled something, and put her hands together like she was praying. "Look at me Harry." their eyes met, she opened her hands like a book. Harry's mind went wild, it showed him a vivid picture and sounds of his memories. His scar burned, a flash of green light, his mother's scream. Harry slammed against the wall, Constance fell to the floor knocking her unconscious. He rubbed the back of his head, it was throbbing in pain along with his scar and wet with blood. Crawled over to Constance in a hast. She was lying on the floor, helpless. Harry listened to see if she was alive, he heard her slow, shallow breaths.

"Help? Anybody!" Right at that time Professor Binns came floating in talking to the Bloody Baron.

"Oh, yes my lesson plans are quiet interesting this year. Why, hello there Harry. Oh my, I'll go get Madam Pomfrey." Professor Binns floated off through some walls at a quick pace, the Bloody Baron analyzed the situation and figured he didn't need to help so he went back to the noisy feast.

"Constance, come on. Wake up!" Harry put his right arm under her back and cradled her like a baby. Come on he though desperately. Harry sat there rocking back and forth with her in his arms. Within ten minutes Madam Pomfrey was scurrying down the steps with Professor Binns at her side. Harry laid Constance gently back down on the floor.

"What's her name?" Madam Pomfrey asked hastily while checking her for a pulse.

"Constance."

"What happened?"

"I don't know."

"Come on Harry you need to come get that head fixed." Harry's robes were covered with his blood from his head.

"Ok." Harry picked up Constance tenderly, her soft ,silky hair fell between his fingers. His green gaze stayed on her precious face, he hated having a girlfriend now though he did love Ginny , he thought. He followed Madam Pomfrey at a saunter up the stair case to the hospital wing.

Harry woke the next morning to Constance and Hermione's voices: "What happened?"

"err... Oh Harry! you're awake," Constance exclaimed in a take-god-you-woke-up- just-in-time tone.

"What...OW!" Harry had tried to sit up but his scar was now throbbing in pain along with the back of his head.

"Lay down mate." Ron's voice echoed through the almost empty hospital wing. Constance was sitting up in her school robes already with a pleading in her eyes, which told Harry not to mention what happened the night before.

"How do you feel Harry?" Hermione said with concern in her voice.

"I've got a little head ache," Harry said rubbing the back of his head.

"What did you hit it on THIS time?" Ron was sitting at the end of Harry's bed with his eyes planted on Constance and Hermione. Harry kicked him off the bed with his feet. "OW! what was that for!" Ron said as he stood up rubbing his arm that had hit the floor first making a loud THUD! Constance, Harry, and Hermione , especially Hermione, were almost falling to the floor laughing.

"You asked for it Ron." Hermione retorted for Harry between laughs.

"Come on Herm. we've got to go to history of magic," Ron said picking up his back pack and tossing Hermione hers.

"See you guys later!" Constance waved them off.

"What happened?" Harry asked almost shouting.

"Shish! You don't have to be so loud. I'll tell you what happened if you'll just be quiet," Constance said putting her hand over Harry's mouth looking around for anyone else who was there, no one was.

"What happened?" Harry repeated in a whisper.

"You know what I showed you, well that was all your memories. I did this sort of spell that makes you see the most happiest , saddest , or whatever moments of your whole life. I guess since you have more sad memory's than happy the spell went in to over load."

"You mean you went into overload."

"Well, no I mean my magic did."

"How is that possible?"

"It's possible, for me anyways. I've used a lot of magic during my life."

"Why?"

"Are you ok? I mean you really took a beating, I see."

"What about you? You're the one who was whammed into the floor and knocked unconscious!"

"I wasn't really knocked unconscious when I hit the floor."

"What do you mean?"

"When I did that spell it took so much energy out of me, I sort of fell asleep."

"Fell asleep? I thought you were in a coma or something!"

"Shhh..." Constance said putting her hand back on Harry's mouth," it's sweet that you worried but I'm ok. Right now all we need to worry about is you getting better."

"I'm fine just confused."

"Now go back to sleep, I'm going to be late for history." Constance stood up , picked her bag off the floor, but unluckily THUMP!! Constance tripped over her own two feet. They started cracking up laughing! "I'm ok!" Constance said picking herself up off the floor and straitening her robes. She was Weasley-red.

"Bye," Harry laughed.