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Wondering at her luck, Heri seized the basilisk fang on the floor next to her and plunged it straight into the heart of the book before Riddle could stop her. There was a long, dreadful, piercing scream. Ink spurted out of the diary in torrents, streaming over her hands, flooding the floor. Riddle was writhing and twisting, screaming and flailing and then
— He was gone.
Heri's wand fell to the floor with a clatter and there was silence. Silence except for the steady drip, drip of ink still oozing from the diary. The basilisk venom had burned a sizzling hole right through it.
Heri wobbled to her feet, the basilisk's fang still gripped in her fist. Ginny was passed out at the mouth of where the basilisk had come out. Judging by the rise and fall of her chest, she was still alive. Heri took in the sight of the basilisk, all sixty feet of its terrifying, blood-thirsty self. Standing next to its incredible bulk, she felt smaller than she ever had before. Moving on instinct, Heri staggered to the head of the beast. Even in death, the creature looked on the verge of attacking.
Taking aim, the fang in her hand pierced the carcass under its jaw and dug out a venom-sack the size of a watermelon. Fingers tacky with blood both her own and of the monster's, Heri pressed the fang flat against the venom-sack and said, "I sacrifice these spoils of war to my divine parent, whoever they may be."
The Metamorphosis pt. 1 Heri didn't know why she even bothered going back to the Dursley's. She supposed it was natural for not-yet-grown life-forms to instinctively want to return to where they were raised and cared for . . . but Heri wasn't sure why those instincts told her to go to Privet Drive of all places.
In any case, as soon as she got back, she ran up to her room and locked herself in before a word could be said to her. She had had her fill of utter bullshit at school; she didn't need any of the Dursley variety. Thankfully, the Dursleys took the hint and ignored her as they had the summer before. The fact that the atmosphere around her was just as bad if not worse than what it had been the summer before likely contributed to their decision to let sleeping dogs lie. Heri spent an extended period of time wondering about her parentage.
The centaurs had been adamant that she couldn't be anything less than a child of a god, that there was zero possibility that it had been either one of her parents or both that had been the demigods. This, of course, led her to wonder if one of her parents had been a god in disguise, or if it had been that one of them had cheated on the other. A bolt of repulsion shot up Heri's spine at the thought that she could have come from a bout of infidelity.
She couldn't claim to understand romantic relationships, but her sense of righteousness howled at the thought of cheating. It was so dishonest. It was one thing if someone didn't want to be with another person anymore, she could accept that sometimes people just grew apart, but it was something completely different to pretend one was still committed while sneaking around.
Leave if they want; don't flat-out lie and go back on the vows they made when they were getting married. Yanking at her hair, Heri beat down the urge to scream about the lack of integrity of it all, of going back on one's word. She wanted to thrash whatever she could get her hands on and shriek "injustice!" at the top of her lungs. She hadn't been so worked up since that time Dudley accused her of being a liar. Reigning herself in with a twitchy shudder, Heri huffed and turned her thoughts away from the how and back to the who. It might have been naïve — and made her previous fit redundant — but she firmly believed that it must have been that one of her parents had been a god in disguise.
From the tiny bit she could remember of them and her own gut-feeling, she couldn't believe that Lily and James Potter could have cheated on each other. It was too far-fetched and out of character of them to do so. Of course, if one of her parents really had been a disguised god, that meant that they were still alive but they left her to live as an orphan with the Dursley. Really, there was no way of winning in such a situation.
The entirety of the summer had been shaping up to be a repeat of before, all self-contained identity crises and voluntary isolation when disaster reared its nasty head. Heri had worked up a good sulk that was taking up most of her time when it was announced over dinner that Uncle Vernon's sister, Marge, was coming for a visit. "Couldn't be more excited to see you again, Dudley!" said Uncle Vernon, clapping his corpulent son on the shoulder. "She'll likely stay at least a week." Heri hoped the bald-faced revulsion on her face communicated her feelings on the matter in a way that was unmistakable.
Taking the horrible news as a hint to snap out of her funk, Heri took it upon herself to get the hell away from Privet Drive. Heri had thrust her Hogsmeade permission slip under Aunt Petunia's nose as soon as the older woman was alone. "Sign it and I'll be gone until next summer," she promised her aunt. Not wanting such an opportunity to escape her, Aunt Petunia had yanked the form from Heri's hand and scrawled her signature out without even reading it. Not wanting to linger lest questions were asked, Heri nodded without a word and scurried back up to her room.
After a quick message via Hedwig to Wayne — the only one of her friends that was as familiar with the muggle world as they were with the wizarding — Heri learned how to call up a magical transportation service and quickly set to packing.
She took the Knight Bus to Diagon Alley right after breakfast the next day.