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"Speech"

Flashback

Letters and notes

Harriet Lily Potter sank into her seat at Gryffindor table with a feeling of dread as the 'oh so caring' headmaster stood up to start his normal beginning of year ramble. She glanced at her 'friends' to see them whispering to each other and began to ask herself how she didn't notice the slight sneer or smirk they gave her over the past 3 years, it seemed so obvious now that they didn't care about her. How could she have been so stupid that she would think anyone wanted to be friends with her? With tears prickling at the back of her eyes, she remembered when she found out.

Flashback

She sat on the bed packing her trunk for the next day and trying not to aggravate her most recent injuries, when suddenly a loud squawk interrupted the soothing silence. Jumping up Harriet saw Fawkes sitting on the desk watching her with sorrowful eyes. She noticed he clutched a letter in his talons and frowned when she spotted Dumbledore's familiar slanted writing. What's Dumbledore writing to me for? She asked Fawkes curiously but the Phoenix just let out a noise of despair, dropped the letter, and vanished in a flash of flame. Picking up the abandoned letter, Harry realised it was addressed to Ron, Hermione and the Weasleys. She shook her head and put it back down. It wasn't her letter. However, an uncomfortable feeling in her gut other than the bruises made her think about what just happened. Fawkes, Dumbledore's Phoenix and familiar, had appeared in her bedroom looking forlorn and dropped a letter addressed to Hermione, Ron and the Weasleys before once again disappearing, leaving the letter behind on purpose. Maybe Fawkes wanted me to read it, She thought as she snatched up the letter and opened it carefully. As she read it she realised in horror why Fawkes wanted her to have this letter.

The letter

Dear Miss Granger, Mr Weasley and the rest of the household

I am writing to inform you that the money has successfully transferred into your vaults. I congratulate you all on your marvellous performances, Harriet doesn't suspect a thing. I would like to warn you that this year will be a particular trying year; you may find it difficult to keep up the pretence of being her friends. Don't worry, I have thought of everything. Please come visit my office after the start of term feast to hear what I have in store for Miss Potter this year and make sure she doesn't think anything's going on.

Yours sincerely

Albus Wilfric Brian Percival Dumbledore;

Supreme mugwump champion

Order of Merlin first class

Chief Warlock of the wizengamot

Head of Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry.

Suddenly I was jolted out of my thoughts as everyone began to cheer and shout. Confused I glanced around and saw Ron and Hermione watching me.

"Are you going to enter?" Ron muttered. I tilted my head and whispered back "what do you mean? Enter what?" Hermione nudged me hard in my already injured ribs causing me to wince slightly.

"The Triwizard tournament of course! You need to stop daydreaming and pay attention." She scolded. I just played along and said, "No, I don't think I would want to. I've had enough trouble for the past three years I think I should just relax this year and focus on school work." Ron looked at me dumbfounded then replied, "I suppose you don't really need the money or eternal glory that comes with winning. You and that bloody scar, don't know why you should be famous because of it." The last bit he mumbled under his breath but I pretended not to hear him.

After the feast, Ron and Hermione said they needed to sort out their timetable or something. I nodded and smiled telling them it was fine and that they should go. As soon as I was up in the dorm, I collapsed on my bed, pulled the curtains shut, and after a quick silencing and privacy spell, took off my glamour and began to cry. I couldn't believe how oblivious I was to not see the falseness behind their behaviour. I cried myself to sleep dreading the next day.