Title: A Sister's Tale: The Goblet of Fire
Summary: This year, Hogwarts is playing host to an event known as the Triwizard Tournament. Friendships are put to the test as a division occurs and a lurking threat that hangs over Harry and Elliot Patter. RonOC, FredOC, GeorgeOC, HermioneOC AU Part 4 of the A Sister's Tale series.
Spoilers: Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire
Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns Harry Potter, but I own Elliot, Rachel, Amanda and the newest addition: Kyler Raine.
Chapter 1
I was having a lovely dream. I was at the Burrow with Harry, Hermione, Rachel, Amanda and the Weasleys. We were having a lovely summer holiday and Voldemort was gone for good. Sirius was free and living with us and Lupin was cured of his werewolfism. Fred, George and I were about to throw a spider into Ron's hat when Harry began to yell. My eyes awoke to find myself in Number 4 Privet Drive, sharing the same room with Harry and while I got off the floor in my thin blanket, Harry was squirming and sweating in his bed. Hedwig and Felix were sitting in their cages, their heads under their wings as they slept through the yelling. How did they manage to do that, I don't know. I grabbed my flashlight and shined it on Harry as I shook his shoulder, muttering, "Harry! Harry wake up, will you?"
When Harry opened his eyes he looked like he had seen a ghost. His face was flushed as he muttered, "Elliot?"
"Well yeah. Who were you expecting?"
I sat on his bed next to him as he sat up, pushing his glasses onto his face. Harry had been yelling in his sleep the past couple of nights and it was getting rather irritating. I was dead tired from being woken up. How the oaf, Dudley, next door slept through it, I wasn't sure. But I was also worried. Harry always refused to talk about his dream. But tonight…or this morning, I was going to get a straight answer out of him. "So what was it this time?"
Harry shook his head. "Nothing."
"Oh come on, Harry. You've been screaming in your sleep for the past couple of nights. I'm your sister. I think you are allowed to tell me your dreams."
"Maybe later."
I groaned as I looked at the door. Now that I was awake my stomach was growling. "I wonder if Aunt Petunia will get mad if I nip downstairs and get some food."
"Elliot…"
But I refused to listen to him as I crept downstairs silently. Part of my nature was causing trouble. As Harry and the others knew all too well, I refused to listen to reason and acted without thinking. One of my virtues and vices, as they see it. Of course it has gotten us out of some interesting situations. Albeit small ones, but nonetheless it's worked. Of course our professors at Hogwarts knew my game all too well. I had reached the kitchen and even though I was craving cookies and milk, I knew the sound of the fridge and the cookie jar being opened would cause Aunt Petunia to wake in an instant. She had a sixth sense about her kitchen and it was quite frightening. So instead I grabbed the remaining loaf of bread from the counter and the marmalade on the counter and headed upstairs. I knew she would recognize the items of food were magically gone and instantly blame me but it's not my fault I'm hungry. Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon don't really like to give Harry and myself proper meals. Their favorite punishment was to make us not eat for two days on end, but what they didn't know was that I would sneak downstairs and nick some leftovers.
When I reached our bedroom I slipped inside and handed Harry a bit of bread and opened the marmalade. We enjoyed our delicious snack in silence, hoping no one in the house would hear our lips smacking and our moans of satisfaction from the food. By the time the sun broke in the sky the bread was gone and I had slipped back down to the kitchen and placed the marmalade back where it originally was. I had just gotten back to our room just in time for Aunt Petunia to slam our door with her skinny hand and order us to start making breakfast. As we pulled on our bath robes, three owls flew into our room. Well, two were flying while supporting the third. We were worried that someone would hear the owls hoot. Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia hated magic and anything that had to do with it. Harry grabbed the one that looked like he was about to keel over, recognizing him immediately as Errol, the Weasley's owl. The second the other two I didn't recognize but the black one was carrying two letters from Hogwarts. The third was brown and white and on the envelope was Hermione's neat handwriting. Harry tore Ron's open and read,
Dear Harry and Elliot,
Dad has gotten tickets for us to go to the Quidditch World Cup this summer! Dad has already sent a letter to your aunt and uncle through the Muggle Mail. We hope we put enough stamps on it. Hermione is already over. She's coming to. Even if your aunt and uncle say now, Fred, George and I already have plans to come get you anyway. I was going to use my owl but he was out hunting by the time I was going to send this letter. Anyway, send us an owl back to let us know what the Muggles say!
Ron.
I then opened Hermione's and read,
Dear Harry and Elliot,
I don't know which letter would reach you first. I mean, Errol is a good owl but he can get lost. Anyway, I'm at the Burrow with the Weasleys and Rachel and Amanda. I really hope you can make it to the World Cup this year! It's nice to be with them, mind you, but what with Amanda and Fred and their constant feuding it gets kind of annoying really. It would be nice to have two other friends here to help. Rachel does what she can and Ron…well, it's Ron. Please convince your aunt and uncle to let you come. Ron, Fred and George have plans to come kidnap you both if they don't and I don't see it ending well. Owl us back with what they say.
Hermione.
The third owl had our Hogwarts letters with our list of books and, strangely enough, dress robes on the list. Why in the world would we need dress robes? We shrugged it off as we heard a scream erupt from downstairs followed by Uncle Vernon's booming voice shouting, "POTTER! GET DOWN HERE!"
Harry led the way down the stairs where we saw Uncle Vernon clutching an envelope in his hand. Harry was holding back laughter but I had a harder time. On the letter were hundreds of stamps that covered the entire thing except for two places for addresses. We instantly recognized Mr. Weasley's handwriting. We should have known. "Think this is funny, do you?" Uncle Vernon spat at me.
"Actually, yes, I do."
"The mailman personally delivered this to us because it was so strange." Uncle Vernon thrust it forward and ordered Harry to read it. As we figured, it was Mr. Weasley asking if we could join them going to the World Cup. In the letter, Mr. Weasley explained that they would be coming by to pick us up at the end of this week and taking care of us for the rest of the summer. At first I thought Uncle Vernon was going to say no but apparently the idea of not having us for the rest of the summer appealed to him and he said we could go. I wanted to hug him but then I was reminded that he refused to give us any dessert last night and the feeling faded. We were about to run upstairs to tell Ron and Hermione the good news when Aunt Petunia erupted, "ELLIOT POTTER!"
Clearly she had found that the bread was missing and a quarter of the marmalade was gone.
TBC….
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