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Dancing with Dragons

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Its giant yellow eyes didn't leave mine as I extended my hand, my fingers closing over the letter. I tried to carefully pry the letter from the barn owl's beak but he flapped his wings suddenly causing me to fall backwards.

"Bloody bird..." I muttered bitterly under my breath, climbing to my feet while glaring daggers at the owl who hooted happily.

Reaching forward once again, I tugged at the letter hoping the owl would lose interest and drop it, no such luck. Trying once again, I reached out, this time pulling the letter from the owl's beak.

Smirking, I flipped the letter over and grinned widely at the green handwriting on the front; Hogwarts.

The barn owl beside me hooted, annoyed that I had managed to grab the letter. I jumped in surprise, the Hogwarts letter floating to my feet. "Bloody bird..." I grumbled again, reaching down to pick the letter up.

"Olivia?" I looked up to find Beth, my older sister, staring down at me as I sat on the floor with my letter clutched to my chest. She was trying to sustain a laugh as she looked at me, her blue eyes shining.

"The owl did it I swear..." I said as I stumbled to my feet, using my hand as a comb as I tried to brush the owl feathers out of my brown hair. Beth smiled; she was always understanding and caring, I don't know how she does it with me around, but somehow she never cracks.

"How'd you go on your O.W.L's?" She questioned, nodding her head towards the letter as she pushed the door open to enter my room.

I closed my eyes taking a deep breath and holding the letter out for her to take, "read it!"

Now nervous, I opened one eye and watched as Beth took the letter from my shaking hands. Her eyes skimmed over the writing and a frown appeared on her face, immediately being me... I panicked.

"I failed!" I wailed waving my arms around like a madwoman, "I knew it!"

"Calm down ya bloody nutcase!" Beth cried, shaking my shoulders as if that would calm me down. "You passed! I was just joking!" As if to prove her point, Beth shoved the letter into my face, forcing me to read the letter.

My eyes widened and Beth grinned, "I have to owl mum!" I shouted happily, grabbing the letter and running towards the door.

"Looks like you're going back to Hogwarts!"

Blue eyes gazed back at me as I stared at my reflection in the mirror.

I wasn't a tall girl, but I wasn't short either. I had managed to inherit my mother's long wavy chocolate brown hair while Beth had obtained my father's dusty blonde hair.

Beth had graduated from Hogwarts two years ago but still lived at home. She claimed she was working on getting a job at the Ministry once this whole You-Know-Who business dies down. For now though I was stuck living in the same house with my nineteen year old sister.

Me and her, we were alike in many ways, of course with the exception of hair colours and personalities but apparently once upon a time (eight years ago) Beth used to be fun!

"Olivia Hewitt! Hurry up or we'll leave without you!" Beth called from downstairs; she was always very impatient, one of her few flaws. "Very funny, if you leave without me, what's the point of even going?" I shouted back, exiting the bathroom and trudging downstairs.

"You have everything, right?" Beth asked, raising an eyebrow as she held the door open for me. "Already packed and waiting to be apparated to Kings Cross!" I replied cheerfully, giving her a grin before walking past her.

Lightning flashed up ahead as we excited the house. Giant raindrops fell from the sky, hitting me in the face before lazily rolling off and falling to the ground. "Ah!" Beth cried from beside me, trying desperately to wipe away the water that had fallen onto her face.

"Come on you two!" My mum called walking past us, her pale hands shooting out and grabbing onto our jackets. Don't worry this is normal procedure for the Hewitt family, I've grown quite accustom to it.

"Olivia?"My mum asked as she stopped suddenly, she slowly turned to face me with rain dripping from her nose.

"Do you have your wand?" She questioned, a grin making its way onto her face as I felt my jean pockets. "It's supposed to be—"

Beth cut me off by saying, "I have it!" She twirled my beloved wand between her long fingers, "what's the magic word?" She asked, leaning back so I couldn't grab it from her.

By this point I was soaking wet, in a very grumpy mood and shivering so I said the only word that came to my mind, "Avada Kadavra?"

"Olivia!" My mum cried, her eyes narrowing at me, I shrunk under her hard glare. "Fine... please, can we go now?" I whined as Beth gave me my wand back, grinning as she did.

"Say hello to your friends for me!" Beth told me as she gave me a quick hug, pulling away quickly and holding me out at arm's length. "As long as you send me a Christmas present..." I retorted quickly, watching as steam drifted from the scarlet coloured train.

"Will do!" Beth replied, ruffling my hair before moving out of the way only for me to be engulfed in a hug by my mum. I groaned as she held on, it seemed she didn't want to let go.

"Just remember to stay safe—" I cut her while rolling my eyes, "yes I know mum stay away from the bad people who sell things."

"No," she sniffled blowing her nose on a tissue she had managed to conjure up from nowhere. "I meant don't go leaving the castle, don't look for trouble!"

She seemed to be thinking as she stared off into the distance, "though you and your friends have always had a knack for trouble... especially Harry—"

"Mum! The bloody trains going to leave soon!" I cried as the train let out a long whistle and more steam flowed into the air. "Right, well knowing you I'm sure you'll be fine, don't go messing with the wrong crowd, look out for your friends, watch out for You-Know-Who and watch your language!"

"Love you..." I told her giving her a quick kiss on the cheek before turning and boarding the Hogwarts Express at last.

I glanced over my shoulder one last time before the train gave a sudden jolt making me stumble forward. Grumbling about train safety I managed to climb to my feet only to be nearly bowled over again as a mass of curly brown hair attacked me.

"Hermione!" I wheezed as the girl in front of me hugged me tightly, laughing as she did.

"I was about to jinx you!" I cried once she had pulled away, her brown eyes twinkling with amusement. "Never hurt a fellow Gryffindor, Miss Hewitt." Hermione replied puffing out her chest and tapping her Prefect badge.

"Come off it; don't go on about responsibilities and honour. I was tortured last year having to listen to Percy go on about that." I shuddered at the memory making Hermione giggle as I rolled my eyes.

"Were you caught in a hurricane while on your way here?" Hermione asked, tilting her head to the side as if noticing my appearance for the first time.

"If you haven't noticed it's rai—" I stopped speaking as I stared out the window; it was bloody sunny! "Well this is awkward..." I stated, shifting my feet as Hermione giggled some more.

"Let's go find Harry; I'm sure he's lurking around here somewhere, looking for trouble." She managed to finally splutter out, her face pink.

"It's okay; I can find him, I'll let you continue your Prefect duty... I'm sure Ron's looking for you." As I said this Hermione blushed, I raised an eyebrow but she didn't meet my gaze. "Yeah... I'll see you later Liv!" She squeaked before turning and walking the other way, her face now the colour of the Weasley's hair.

As I made my way forward the train swayed, reminding me that I hated trains, even magical one's that take you to magical places.

Leaning against a compartment door, I took two deep breaths, trying to not be sick as the train sped up. The trees outside were turning to a blur, beneath my feet the train tracks clicked annoyingly and everything seemed to be spinning.

Beside me, a compartment door opened and none other than Harry Potter poked his head out. "You never were good with moving objects were you Liv..." Even though I couldn't see him properly, it was obvious he was smiling, what a great friend.

"Shut up Potter..." I replied weakly, closing my eyes as Harry chuckled. "Potter eh? Not once have you ever called me that...come on then."

When I opened my eyes again, I was lying on a compartment seat with three pairs of eyes staring at me.

Harry leaned back in his seat as I sat up, a smirk playing on his lips as I glared at him. "Thank you Harry, for carrying my giant ass inside the compartment." He mocked as I; being the mature one, stuck my tongue out at him.

Beside Harry, Luna chatted happily away to Neville about what a Wrackspurt was. Neville shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his eyes meeting Harry's green ones as if begging him to change the subject. Harry tried to contain his laugh as Luna stared off into the distance, a dazed expression on her face.

"Liv..." Harry started, diverting my attention away from Luna, "you haven't heard anything about the Malfoy's have you? You know any new news?" He asked wording things carefully as his eye's shifted to the compartment door, scared someone would barge in.

I sighed, "What happened?"

"I-I think Draco Malfoy is a Death Eater." He whispered low enough so only I could here. "Well I haven't heard anything, but I see no reason why Malfoy would be a Death Eater." Harry frowned but didn't say any more on the subject; instead he turned to Neville and started talking about Quidditch.

Ron and Hermione returned to the compartment near lunchtime, Ron groaning loudly about wanting the wanting the lunch trolley to hurry up.

Hermione shared some useful information that Malfoy wasn't doing Prefect duty anymore, instead he was lounging about in his compartment being lazy and terrorising little kids.

Not long after Ron and Hermione had come did Harry and Neville leave under the invisibility cloak, trying to sneak a look at Malfoy on their way to Compartment C for lunch with Professor Slughorn.

"What kind of food do you think they're eating right now?" Ron asked absentmindedly licking his lips as he stared hungrily at the door.

"Do you think Harry's right?" I asked suddenly, shocking even myself, "do you think Malfoy's a Death Eater?"

"What I know is that we shouldn't fret about it... Dumbledore is smart; he probably knows and will do something about it." Hermione assured me, giving me a small smile before staring down at her book she had resting in her lap. "Try telling that to Harry." Neville said as he entered the compartment.

Sorry if the starting was slow but I want to ease into this story and not rush it. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it and have taking a liking to Olivia.

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