Dreams

Chapter 6: Snuffles

"What is the bloody hell is wrong with me!?" Constance was now lying down on the beach of the ocean. It had only took her a little more than an hour to get there. "Why am I stuck with this bloody cruse?! Why I am the "chosen one"? Why am I "one of a kind"? Why can't I just be a semi-normal witch?!" Constance screeched.

"Hello to you, too." A man walked up to her. Constance jumped, now sitting up.

"What the, who are you?"

" Just call me Snuffles."

"You're... that... Sirius Black," Constance said in awe.

"It wasn't me, I swear, I just..."

"It's ok, I know all about you. You weren't their secret keeper."

"How'd you know that?"

"Just say a little bird told me. What are you doing here?"

"In hiding and you? You look as if you should be at school, Hogwarts at that," Sirius said noticing her robes.

" I...I.. Just need sometime to... think." Constance was writing her name in the sand.

"Constance, isn't it?" Sirius read.

"Yes."

"I hear of you having a curse?"

"It's nothing."

"It doesn't sound like nothing."

"It's just that... my friend... she has this gift."

"A friend... right. Go on."

" And, some people are taking it the wrong way. Some people are scared or jealous and she feels as if she'll never have any friends if she keeps on fighting with them. These people are really nice, especially one of them who she just can't help, but get along with."

" Has she tried talking to them?"

"I've tried it never works! It all just ends up in yelling and screaming."

" Constance, I know it's hard, but some people just need to be slapped across the face." Constance smiled.

"Sirius be serious. Ha! I'm not slapping Hermione!"

"So, you're friends the famous trio that includes my godson."

"Harry's your godson, right?"

"Yeah, I'm guessing he's the one you " can't help, but get along with"?" Sirius winked.

"Yes." Constance smiled a little to herself remembering how they always laughed unstoppably and acted stupid together.

" Doesn't he have a girlfriend?"

"You're sounding like Hermione. He said Harry was falling head over heals for me. But, we're only friends." Constance was drawing stars in the sand now.

"Maybe you should just try talking to her, when she's calm?"

"I can try. I think it's time I get back to school before some one rats me out."

"I think so. Nice to meet you Constance." Constance summoned her broom with her hand.

"Whoa!"

"It's a curse."

"You just believe that it will come in handy later, trust me."

"Sure, whatever," Constance said mounting her broom. "Thanks Sirius."

"Your welcome, wait what did I do?"

"You're a goofball you know that snuffles?"

"Yep!" Constance shook her head.

"At least you admit it. Ron is such a git. I have to do something with those stars don't I. Hmmm.... I know!" Constance said, hovering her broom. She took her one hand off her broomstick and whispered something, with a flash a light the stars in the sand had vanished. Constance looked up a pointed. "Look right there." Sirius looked up; she had made new stars in the sky.

" Whoa, well, bye. Say hallo to Harry for me."

"Ok, bye." Constance kicked off and flew back to Hogwarts.

"Where have you been?" A voice came from an armchair by the fireplace as Constance walked into the common room.

"Why do you care?"

"We've been worried sick," came another voices a little deeper from another chair.

"Are you my mother?"

"No, we just want to ask you something we've found," then another higher pitched voice said.

"Who is this?" Constance asked a little nervous.

"Who do you think?" Came the higher voice, then up from the chair the person rose. Constance couldn't see it's face but could tell it was a girl. The girl turned to face her:

"Hermione!... Ron!... Harry!" Constance was infuriated they had scared her like that. All three of them stood and turned to face Constance. " What do you want from me!?"

"We want some answers," Ron replied coldly.

" What answers?"

"There isn't a witch or wizard registered under the last name Miller."

"I... um..."

"Why is that?" The trio walked around their chairs and started to corner her. Constance took a reluctant step back.

"NO! I can't take this. Stop giving me the third degree!" She bit her lip so hard it started to bleed.

"Constance, we have a right to know," Harry protested in a sort of whine.

" You do not have the right to know jack crap, good night," Constance stiffly replied and with that stomped up the stairs to the girls' dormitory. Hermione fixing to run after her:

"No, let her go," Harry said taking her arm. " She needs to sleep in peace."

"But, she..."

"Hermione, just leave it be."

"There isn't..."

"I know, leave it be."

"I guess you're right Harry," Hermione said slouching.

"I don't think we should have been that hard on her. Come on we were giving her major third degree." Ron was standing on the other side of Hermione.

"I think we should have been easier," Hermione replied looking at her feet.

" You think, I'm going to bed, night," Harry said and sauntered upstairs to his dormitory.

"Constance?" Something that felt like a gentle cool breeze was in her ear. "Constance?" It wasn't a cool breeze it was someone whispering in her ear.

"I'm sick and contagious go away please."

"Constance?" The voice said more sharply.

"What?" She sat up strait in her bed hitting heads with the person who was the voice.

"Ouch! You don't have to kill me!" It was Hermione; she was rubbing her head.

"What do you want?"

" I just wanted to say sorry."

"You had to wake me up for that, whatever." Constance lay back down on her pillow.

"Constance, it's 7 am," Hermione sighed and shook her head.

"7! Oh crumbles, McGonagall is going to kill me." Constance said jumping immediately up and changing in to her robes and brushing her hair.

"Classes don't start until 10 today."

"No, my lessons. The things that, never mind. I just have to get there and quick!" Constance opened the door and slammed it shut.

"Sorry." Hermione sat down on her bed. Other lessons?

Chapter 7: Talents

" Where's Constance? You didn't make her cry again." Ron pestered her so.

"No dipstick, she has some sort of lessons."

"Class doesn't' start until 10 today," Harry said puzzled.

" I know and told her that, but she kept on saying she was late." Dumbledore stood a sudden hush came across The Great Hall.

"I have an announcement to make, this year at Hogwarts we are going to have our First Hogwarts Talent Show." Cheers erupted through the whole hall. It sounded like a million cannons going off at once. " Try-outs are to be in a month. Your professors and I will be the judges to see who will be in the show. There will be at most 20 acts in the show. The First Hogwarts Talent Show shall take place on the 9th of December." Whispers went on throughout the hall:

"I'm going sing what about you."

"I'm going to dance." Fred and George's grins grew to a mile wide. All hell was going to be lose if they made the cut.

"Oh my gosh this is going to be awesome!" Ginny said shrilly after breakfast. "Are you going to try out? I sure am."

"Yeah, what are you going to do? I'm going to play my violin." Hermione sounded incredibly perky right about then.

"Whoa Hermione playing the violin, how come I'm not surprised?" Ron remarked.

"Shut up Ron. What are you going to do Gin?"

"I'm going to sing." Ginny took a deep breath, Ron covered his ears, and then they walked by the Transfiguration classroom.

"Can you look me in the eye some day and tell me that you're happy now yeah.... Would you tell it to my face or have I been erased? Are you happy now? Are you happy now?" A smooth, crisp, rock-n-roll voice sang.

"Wow, Gin. Your vocal skills have improved 3 million percent since last week."

"That wasn't me." Then they heard someone's voice, it was Professor McGonagall:

"Very good, I guess that will be all for today. See you next Thursday."

"Thank you," another voice said quickly. The door flung open:

"Constance!" The group said in unison.

"Oh crumbles are you guys stalking me now?!" Constance shook her head, gave them the evil eye ,and left.

"Her voice, its..." Ginny was speechless.

"beautiful," Ron said in a sort of daze looking down the hall that Constance had stomped off.

"Wow."

"She is so a Mary Sue," Ginny said getting a grasp on life.

"Mary what?" They turned to face her.

" A Mary Sue, someone who is pretty much perfect in every way."

"She isn't a Mary Sue." Harry whispered.

"To hell she isn't, do I need to make a list for you Harry? Ok, numoro uno: she was born on Halloween. Two: she does magic with her hands. Three: she , from what Hermione tells me, is smarter than her. Four: she sings... perfect , and five: she has pretty much every guy in school wanting to snog her." Harry felt guilty, because he knew he was one of those guys. " Even my thickheaded brother has a crush on her, and guess whom else."

"Who?" Hermione asked impatiently.

"Malfoy."

" Gin, I think you're being a little harsh." Harry was trying to defend her.

"Really how so." Gin could really act like a snob sometimes.

"One being born on Halloween isn't her fault. Two it's really no big deal it's just having to pay less money for school supplies. Three that was just one question, you don't have to infer things and four, I guess it's her gift."

"You mean one of her millions."

"She doesn't have a million gifts, she was born with the others."

"They still count as gifts."

"No, they sort of aren't, they're more of a heredity type thing."

"Heredity my foot! You know Harry, I think my mind was right. I didn't want to believe it at first ,but now I see completely. Hmmm... you never answered number five. What have you got to say to that Potter?"

"Gin... I don't-"

"You don't what, want to answer?"

"No ,but I..."

"Go on answer it." Harry looked desperately to Ron. Ron couldn't help worth doggy do, all he could do is stand there wide-eyed at their fight.

"How can you be so sure that so many guys want her so bad?"

"Have you seen the way they look at her?"

"That doesn't mean anything. Some people are just stunned by her eyes."

"What color are her eyes?"

"Amber, why?" Ginny covered her eyes with her hand.

"What color is mine then?"

Crap! This is piece of doggy do. Come on Harry think, brown, green, hazel, blue? Just guess on come on hurry. " Blue?"

"Wrong dipstick they're brown. You lose, thanks for playing. We are over." That seemed to last forever in Harry's mind. Over! how could they just be over? Just like that! They had only been dating for a month, come on! And how many times had they kissed, three! SMACK! Harry came back to reality, both Ginny and Hermione left.

"What was that for?" Harry now feeling the pain.

"You said and I quote 'If I start to fall for another girl this year, besides Gin, slap me.' You've started falling for Constance, so I slapped you." Ron shook his head.

" Little late for that, seems that I've started falling for her since we ran into each other." Then Harry saw something he hadn't saw before, a quill on the floor near the Transfiguration classroom door. "What's that?" Harry whispered.

"What?" Ron said quietly also. Harry bent over and picked it up, Constance it had engraved in it.

"It's her quill," Harry said turning it gently over in his hand. He put it in his pocket. " Come on we better get to Herbology." The duo walked off at a haste. A month went by as slowly as a turtle could cross a football field long ways. Everyone was practicing for the try-outs. Gryffindor girls were all in a fuss over what they were going to wear, except Constance and Hermione who cared more about homework. Constance was a very studious person ,but loved giving people hugs. Each day Constance gave at least a hundred people hugs.

"Ok, be honest, does this make me look fat?" Fred was making fun of Lavender Brown. " Stop laughing, I'm like serious." Harry and Ron were pretty much rolling on the floor laughing. They were in the common room, being the only one's not getting ready for try-outs. "You're making like wind, you're like totally messing up my like hair."

"Gred you have hair to be messed up?" George wanted to put his two cents in ,too.

"You're like so totally a like jerk. Like go and break a nail." They couldn't stop laughing:

"Guys, leave them to their own selves and see what happens." Hermione shook her head as she strode in looking beautiful in a professional looking white suit-thing. Ron's eyes grew a million times larger than usual.

"Hermione?"

"Yes, Ron?"

"Whoa! You look...," his jaw practically unhinged.

"I know, awful. My mom told me to look as professional as possible. I feel all weird in these clothes."

"Old lady clothes!' Gred or Feorge laughed.

"SHUT UP!" Ron yelled at them, not taking his eyes off of Hermione. "You ... don't look...weird. You look-"

"Son of a! HERMIONE! No way, no how, dang girl you clean up NICE!" Seamus shouted when he saw her. She rolled her eyes, she wanted to get back to what Ron was saying.

"Anyways, what were you about to say."

"I...um.. right...but...um... You look ....amazing," he finally stuttered out.

"Thanks Ron, that was sweet. Aren't you guys trying out for something?"

"Yeah, Gred , Lee, and I are going to be like those muggles. What are their names, Curly, Moe ,and someone else," Fred said proudly.

" Oh yeah, the Three Stooges! They're hilarious, that works perfect."

"Thank ya, it was all my idea!" Fred bowed.

"Ron , Harry aren't you guys going to do something?"

" Pathetically, no," Ron replied feeling sort of put out.

"I am," Harry whispered meekly.

"What did you say Harry?"

"I ...am."

"Really, what are you doing?"

"Um... If I make the cut you'll see."

"Harry, just tell us. Come on we're you best friends," Ron begged.

"I'd prefer not to, you'd make fun of me."

"No we won't, we promise," Hermione said.

" No."

"Fine, but you better make the cut." Ron threatened.

" I can't promise anything."

"Why ickle Ron do something with his skills?" George or Fred asked mockingly.

" What skills?" Ron asked puzzled.

"You know," the twins started tap dancing. " Ta DA!"

"I told you never, NEVER to mention that."

"Poor, ickle Ron is afraid he'll embarrass himself in front of his girlfriend. Aw, how sweet," they both made kissy, kissy faces.

"Shut up!" Ron said picking up a pillow on the couch and aiming it at both of them.

"Oh no, are we letting out your little secret?" George said making a fake gasp. After a few moments of silence, some one else walked down the stairs looking quite dazzling in a sleek black robe with sparkles on it. That someone was a girl, her hair was let down all the way to her waist, wavy, and shone in the sunlight that escaped from the window. Then, THUMP, she had fallen down the rest of the stairs. Dusting herself off she stood back up smiling.

"Who's that?" Ron said, again letting his jaw unhinge. Her face turned towards them, she looked heavenly. Now Harry's jaw unhinged more than Ron's, it was ( you guessed it) Constance.

"Constance?" Harry gaped at her, was this really her. The smart girl, who was attractive ,but never this beautiful, it looked as if all she needed was a golden haze to be a real angel. This couldn't be her, Constance usually now wore her hair up in a low ponytail, not down.

"Yes?" Constance said, meeting Harry's gaze.

"You, look..." Harry's eyes couldn't grow any wider.

"What? I've heard a million things now, I've heard. 'It's a little thing called mousse.' 'Keep that piece of crap up.' ' Your robes are ugly.' Did any of those come to mind as you were going to comment about the way I , Constance, look?" Constance was in a bad mood, preps had been giving her "advice" as they liked to call it.

"No, never," Harry said, cursing who ever said those things.

"Then out with it then, my try-outs in 15 minutes," she started tapping her foot.

"You look... like...whoa," why couldn't he just say it? "You look... beautiful."

"Really, you think so. Well, you're a guy, you think a lot of things differently then those jerks up stairs. Sorry, I'm in a little of a bad mood. Thanks, Harry. Wish me luck, I have to go, and hopefully I won't get nervous. By the way, good luck Hermione, and Harry you to. Oh, yes, you three also," Constance directed to each of them, "got to run, ta ta!"

"Humph," Ron sagged down in his chair , crossing his arms, and putting a pout face on.

"What now?" Hermione moaned flipping her hair to look at Ron.

"I wish I had a talent," Ron was sounding just like Dudley except, he was wishing.

"You do too have a talent!" Hermione insisted.

"I KNOW!!" Fred and George both raised their hands frantically waving them back and forth.

"SHUT UP!" Ron's eyes were almost popping out of his head.

"But, we do know Ronald. You can't just keep them from knowing how wonderfully talented you are."

"So, you have a talent. Do tell, please?" Hermione pleaded.

"FINE, I can... Harry, by the way, who made the team?"

"Team?" Harry hadn't been thinking about Qudditch or Ron at the time.

"Yeah, the Quidditch team, Harry you ok?"

"Oh, fine thanks."

"Who's the new keeper?"

"Oh, Constance, she's wonderfully talented."

"Don't you know, she had to make it," Ginny walked down the stairs. That look of disgust she had on her face didn't make her look all that attractive even though the robes she was wearing were wonderfully beautiful.

"Don't be such a soar loser ,Gin," Ron laughed, he was the usual suspect for being a soar loser, but not this time. "When's the first match?"

"In a week, didn't you see it? Oh well, I've been practicing them like crazy."

"Come paired to Oliver , you are letting us off easy, but we'll win," Fred said puffing out his chest.

"Fred, would you stop puffing out your chest? We all know you like thinking of yourself as the alpha male," Hermione responded. " Ron you got us off topic, tell us!"

"Huh? Tell you what?" Ron had been hoping they had forgotten the original topic.

"You know, your great talent, Ronny. Why don't you tell Hermione and Harry here? They're like family anyways," George taunted.

"Shut up, Fred."

"I'm George!"

"Whatever."

"Come on, Ronald, why don't you tell them?" Ginny started taunting him.

"Yeah, ickle brother, tell them," the Weasley's had a new trio in the family who just loved to troche Ron.

"FINE!" Ron was sick of their taunting. "It's... (coughs)"

"What did you say Ron?"

"TAP-DANCING!" Gasps and laughter went through the whole common room. "It's not funny."

"How can you be so sure?" Ginny asked laughing.

"I've got to go," Ron ran out of the common room.

"My try-out is soon anyways, bye," Hermione said looking at her wrist, which held no watch.

"So... Harry, when are your try-outs?" Fred said trying to break the silence.

"Oh, they're in about," Harry glanced at his new watch Sirius had given him as a late birthday present, " two hours or so. Why couldn't they do this on a class day? Why on a Saturday?"

"Because, they want to make our heads full as possible before we get our winter break," George informed proudly.

"What are you doing trying out for a talent show? I thought your only talent was flying," Ginny smarted off.

"I have other talents."

"Like what, skipping rope?"

"No, I ..."

"You... what?"

"I can...(cough)" Might as well use Ron's technique.

"What? Harry James Potter, if you don't tell me I'll-"

"Ok, ok don't throw a hissy fit."

"What is it then?"

"I'm a co(mumbles)"

"What?"

"I'm doing stand-up ok, ok. Now I'm going to go wax my rubber chicken." Harry started standing up.

"Oh, so, you are the little comedian?" Fred or George asked.

"Yes, now if you will excuse me."

"Wait, hold on, you never tell jokes," Ginny wondered out loud.

"Excuse me but"

"Now, wait, this isn't possible." Ginny stood in his way.

"Do you want proof?"

"Yes," all three, Fred, George, and Ginny, said at the same time.

"Sit down then." They sat down on the sofa.

"Well, come on, we want jokes , we want jokes," Fred and George chanted.

"Ok, ok. Hi, cha cha cha, like do you know what like totally I figured out today? Every time someone says like totally, a prep gets entered into the "in" group. There you go one joke per person please."

"Huh? Come on, that joke sucked give us a good one."

"I just talked to my friend over in America, he told me they had this huge black out. Oh, well the powers out, I guess I'll just go heat some soup up in the microwave. Oh, well, he starts tripping over stuff on the way to the kitchen, I know I'll just use the light from the TV. Do you know what I just hate about black outs? The lights usually come back on at four in the morning, so since you have tried ever-single appliance to make sure it was a black out, everything comes back on. So it takes you like what, 20 minutes to turn out all the lights. Hey at least the soup is done. Now, if you will excuse me, I will be in my room." At that Harry sprinted up the stairs.

"But, I don't get it?" Fred said to George.

"There's no point to it," Ginny said.

"That's the point," George replied.

"That's a very pointless point," Fred laughed.

"Well, GET OVER IT!"

~*~

"Ok, ok, you can do this. Don't worry, calm down girl. You've done this for as long as you can remember. Come on, do re mi fa so la ti do. Breathe, in out repeat." Constance was really nervous, she couldn't stop shaking.

"Constance Miller, they're ready for you now," Hargrid announced and winked at her, "good luck."

"Thanks Hagrid." Constance entered the room without looking back.