Obliviously, I don't any of the characters apart from my one OC, everything is owned by the amazing JK Rowling and there is no copyright infringment intended. Please review, let me know what you think, just please don't be too harsh, this is the first time I've ever written a story or anything and lastly, enjoy :) x
Chapter 1
Harry, Ron and Hermione made their way up to the great hall, excitedly chatting about the, soon to come, arrivals of the other schools for the Triwizard tournament.
"Honestly boys, I don't see quite why you'reso excited about the Beauxbatons girls. Harry, you've been drooling over Cho since you played her in Quidditch last year and Ron, you've never really been the type to just go up and talk to girls really, have you?" Hermione lectured the boys. Ron rolled his eyes defensively in response.
"I'll show you, Hermione. Just you watch me talk to them," Ron huffed, setting the other two into hysterical laughter as they reached the gryffindor, to take their seats between Neville and Dean and Fred and George.
Hermione noticed Harry was on edge, not paying much attention to any of the conversations around him.
"Harry what's wrong?" Hermione enquired.
"It's nothing, honestly" He replied, hoping his friend would shrug it off.
"You're thinking about your sister aren't you?" She asked nervously. Harry knew he had had a sister whilst his parents were still alive but what had happened to her since, no one really knew. There were rumours that she had been killed on the same night as his parents, and that she had been sent away to a foreign country shortly after their parent's death for many speculated reasons, despite being merely 18 months older than her brother . Some said it was because she was said to possess an unusual power, one that would be dangerous to be left in the hands of muggles. Other's said it was because she was never really the Potter's child. Harry had never known what to believe but he had come to the conclusion that she must be dead otherwise he would know.
"I know she's probably dead 'mione but I just can't stop myself from wondering whether she really did get sent to a foreign country and now she might be coming to Hogwarts."
"Harry, don't torture yourself with false fantasies. You said yourself she's probably dead, now lets just leave it at that." She said matter-of-factly, giving her friend's hand a quick squeeze before flashing him a reassuring smile.
"But if she is alive, wherever she is, she's the only family I have left," But hermione just sent him a sympathetic look before looking away.
As promised, Dumbledore introduced the guest school to the rest of the school, as they entered. First the Beauxbaton girls entered, entrancing almost every boy in the school. Hermione look one look around her to see the looks on the boy's faces around her and rolled her eyes. Next entered the young men of Durmstrang, striding through the centre of the hall, catching the breath of all the spectators. They were closely followed by a man whom Harry knew to be Igor Karkaroff, the headmaster of Durmstrang, with Viktor Krum, the Bulgarian Quidditch player, to his left, and a tall, slim girl to his right. The girl had dark wavy hair that went just past her shoulders, with natural light brown and dark blonde highlights. Harry shot Hermione a hopeful look just for her to shake her head in distaste at him optimism.
After the usual notices and announcements, the feast began. Midway through the feast, whilst the group were laughing and chatting over the marvelous selection of chicken wings, roast potatoes and giant yorkshire puddings, the young girl who had been stood next to Karkaroff walked over and cleared her throat. Everyone looked up or swung round to see the new arrival. Up close, the girl was very pretty. She had dark, long eyelashes and dazzling green eyes.
"And how can I help you!" Fred Weasley oggled at the new arrival in his usual flirtatious manner. She simply lightly play smacked him over the back of the head, laughing before turning to look at Harry.
"You're Harry Potter, right?" She enquired. Harry nodded uncertainly, curious of what she wanted. "Might I be able to possibly have a word?" He nodded once again, speechless. "Alone" she added bluntly, scanning the curious faces of the Gryffindor table.
"Yeah, sure. Sorry" Harry replied, snapping out of his trance.
The pair walked just outside of the hall where they turned to face each other.
"I'm sorry but I don't think I caught your name" Harry hinted politely
"Sorry, I'm Elspeth. Elspeth Potter, but everyone just calls me Ella" She rushed quickly.
Harry stood staring at the girl. Could she possibly be telling the truth? Could she reallybe his sister?
"look I'm so sorry I never tried to contact you. It's just, Bulgaria's so far away and I spent last year on the run but then Igor found me and enrolled me at Durmstrang, realising I obviously wasn't happy at Beauxbatons so you see I just haven't had time, but I'm here now and that's all that matters, right?" Ella gushed, trying to make up for her brother's silence.
"You're my sister?" He asked, still unable to comprehend what he had just been told. She nodded before Harry repeated himself. She nodded again. Finally he let out a gasp of a combination of shock and joy before flinging his arms around his new found relative, hugging her tightly.
"I can't believe it! I actually have a family! I mean I have Sirius but he's not actually related'
"Who's Sirius? Ella asked, finally being released from her brother's hug.
"My godfather, he's actually in hiding at the minute because he escaped from azkaban last year, which makes him sound really bad, but it wasn't him, he was framed. And now I will have scared you off because I sound like a lunatic because I can't stop speaking but I've got a sister. Oh my god I really am so sorry, I'm not normally like this" Harry blurted out frantically.
"Harry" Ella tried to stop her brother's ramblings, "Harry!" he stopped abruptly and look sheepish before muttering something about being sorry. " It's fine, honestly. I've just landed this huge news on you. Do you want to go back inside?" She added, gesturing towards the hall where the feast was still continuing and with that the pair returned to their meals.
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Harry was silent through the rest of the feast, still attempting to comprehend what had just happened. After the meal was over, he sat curled up with his head on his knees in front of the fire in the packed Gryffindor common room, which was still buzzing about the arrival of the foreign schools.
"So Harry, what did the hot foreign girl want?" Asked George plonking himself next to Harry.
"Yeah Harry, what did she want?" George mimicked, sitting the other side of the boy.
"You guys think she's hot?!" He exclaimed before shaking his head and getting to the point. "firstly she's not foreign at all it turns out, and she just wanted to let me know she's the sister I wasn't sure if I even had or had any clue where she was."He stated matter-of-factly.
"Oh...errr...right. Well I suppose, congrats kid," Fred patted his younger brother's friend on the back.
"Are you being serious Harry?!" Hermione asked, startled. Harry gave her a look to signify it was no joking matter. "Oh sorry, I was just certain that she must have died. What are you going to do?"
"I don't know, I suppose, I at least have this year to get to know her now."
The group nodded in agreement before Fred Weasley broke the silence,
"Well, at least you'll be able to introduce now if you know what I mean" He teased, winking at the younger boy. Harry replied with a playful punch to the arm of the twin.
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After the feast, Ella had quickly made her way back to the ship, not waiting for the rest of her school mates. Just before she at the ship, she felt someone grab ahold of her arm.
"Krum" She swung round, and released a sigh of relief, "you gave me a fright."
"Sorry, I just wanted to know how it went with your brother," She shot him a confused look.
"I saw you talking to him, and I remember you told me zat you had a brother in England zat you didn't know and zen I heard zomeone call the boy you were talking to "'Arry Potter'" She just nodded pensively in response.
"Krum, to bed. I need a word with Miss Potter," A new voice spoke coldly behind Ella, sending shivers down her back.
"What is it Igor?" She swung round to come face to face with her headmaster.
"Don't take that tone with my Elspeth," He snapped viciously. "I saw you talking to your brother. I strictly FORBID you from speaking to him!"
"But he's the only family I have, you can't blame me for wanting to get to know him." She protested.
"You will do no such thing. If I see you as much as look at him again, I will accompany you everywhere you go. There's to be no fraternizing with the competition, and especially not your brother! First you're just talking to him, next you are jeopardizing our schools chance of victory because you're 'just trying to help'" He spat, mimicking the young girl.
"But.." She started.
"But nothing," He snarled, "We must win, which is why you must be our school's champion, your power is legendary after all, that's why you got sent to the European magical institute for young orphans when your parents died."
"But I can't even enter, I'm not even quite 16 yet, never mind 17."
"Then find a way." And with that he moved closer to the young girl and outstretched a hand to stroke her cheek.
"I told that that all finished in summer" Ella declared, furiously slapping the mans hand away.
"Careful, you're starting to sound ungrateful. You know how much fun we had, why not let the fun continue?" He chuckled maliciously at the look of discomfort and dread in the girl's eyes as he once again moved closer, this time taking a hold of her delicate wrist "Now, are you coming to bed?" he rhetorically asked before dropping his grip and striding off towards the ship, slowly followed by Ella.