AN: Okay, I'm going to clear something up. Her name is Erika not Eliza. Eliza is a character in another story I'm writing and I keep mixing the two up...Sorry about the confusion.
Hours later, after classes ended, all the Gryffindor's were in their common room. Finally together, the news was buzzing that Erika, a Gryffindor, and Draco Malfoy, a Slytherin, were dating.
"I heard that she's paying him."
"I heard that he's paying her!"
"You saw them right?" The portrait door swung open and everyone became quiet as Erika walked into the room. They all watched as she made her way across the room and she stopped at the door leading to the girl's dormitory and turned around.
"You guys don't have to stop talking about me just because I'm here." She snapped and walked through the doorway, slamming the door shut behind her....
"Oh my God, I thought she was going to kill us!"
"Her eyes are so creepy!"
"I can't believe her and Malfoy are going out!" Hermione looked at everyone and walked up to the girl's dormitory after Erika, shaking her head. She walked into the room and saw Erika sitting on her bed, looking through a book, absent-mindedly turning the pages.
"Hey Erika."
"Hey Hermione."
"You said it right!"
"Yeah," Erika said, weakly smiling. "I've been practicing." They two girls laughed and it got silent. "Hermione?"
"Yeah?"
"Why is it so bad that I'm going out with Draco?" Hermione sighed and sat on the edge of her bed.
"Nothing really. It's just that, Mal- Draco doesn't really like Gryffindors. It's been like that since our first year." Erika nodded.
"They all hate me, don't they?"
"No, they don't. It's just...different having an American girl. Especially one who's the headmaster's granddaughter. No one really knows how to act around you. They think that you're a big, powerful witch who can turn them all into toads with just a glance." Erika began laughing.
"A frog? They'd be lucky if I could even turn their skin green." Hermione laughed along with Erika.
"Come on. Don't worry about them."
"Who said I was?"
"Erika."
"What?"
"You don't have to be so tough around me." Hermione smiled and Erika smiled back.
"Okay."
"Hey, can we talk?"
"Okay."
"Well, it's about Harry." Erika flung herself onto her back and groaned.
"Why?"
"I just want to know."
"Know what?"
"Why do you hate him so much."
"Because, I really don't see what the big deal about him is." Erika said as she sat up.
"He did defeat a powerful dark wizard."
"Big deal! So did I!" Hermione glanced sharply at her.
"What?"
"Nothing."
"You defeated a dark wizard also? Is that how you got-" She reached out to touch Erika's neck but just before she could touch the scar, Erika pulled back as if Hermione's fingers could burn her.
"Yes. It is."
"So you are..."
"What."
"The female equilivant of Harry Potter." Erika didn't answer her, she just stared out the window. Five minutes of silence passed before Erika spoke again.
"His name was Mikelvalt."
"Who?"
"The guy who killed my parents. I was there you know."
"Really?"
"I was only 4. A little older than Harry was when he defeated Voldemort. It's harder because you remember it all. He...attacked us one day and he killed my parents while I was forced to watch." She shook her head. "I don't know why he wanted to. No one's really ever told me. His wand was this crooked metal thing with a blade at the end. He...needed my blood for this ritual he was doing. Some counter spell. He cut my neck and began to drain the blood out of my body, but the second he touched my neck with his hands, the weirdest thing happened."
"What?"
"I don't know. It's just one second he was there and the next there was this bright red light and when I woke up, I was on the ground and all there was left was this thing of red powder."
"It was him?"
"I guess. I don't know if he's really alive or not. I think it killed him." She lightly sniffled.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I never really talk about it though. Talking about it makes the whole thing real for me." She looked up at Hermione and a different kind of friendship was formed between the two girls.
The second Hermione walked back into the common room, everyone ran toward her, asking her questions. She just kept shaking her head and she looked at Ron and Harry. They caught her eye and she nodded toward the door. They nodded and Harry mouthed '1O minutes' to her. She nodded and watched as they ran upstairs. She dodged a few more questions and everyone eventually left her alone. One by one, everyone went upstairs, leaving Hermione by herself. A door creaked behind her and she saw the door to the boy's dormitory open, then shut.
"Hey Ron. Harry." A piece of cloth flew up in the air and a second later, the room was empty.
Underneath the cloth, the three friends struggled to move together. They crept toward the stairs and all sat on the staircase. Hermione relayed the story to them, while the boys sat in silence.
"Wow." Ron said after she finished the story.
"Yeah, so basically, she doesn't like getting close to people because she thinks that they'll die on her."
"So why doesn't she like me?" Harry asked.
"She just doesn't think that you should be getting all the attention that you should. She's like to give you a chance, but once again, she's afraid that if she becomes friends with you, that you'll die on her."
"Yeah, but still-" Ron began but was quickly shushed by Hermione. The three of them shut up and listened. They could hear three people walking up the stairs and one of them was talking. They quickly recognized the voice to be Malfoy's.
"So, anyway, I'm thinking that I can easily get the girl to trust me." Ron turned to Hermione and mouthed 'Erika?' but Harry shushed him.
"So, what good will that do?" They could hear Crabbe ask.
"Think about, Crabbe. If anything happened to Erika, Dumbledore would be a wreck. Not to mention Potter."
"Why Potter?"
"Please, the boy is obviously in love with this girl. Do you see how he keeps staring at her?"
"Yeah...but what good will it be if Dumbledore and Potter are both fucked up in the head."
"Easily. Potter can't give Gryffindor any house points and he obviously won't be able to play Quidditch as well. Dumbledore would most likely not be able to be headmaster for a while and Snape could fill in for him, easily giving Slytherin the House Cup back."
"So how do we make something happen to Erika?"
"Well, I'll play the disposition as the boyfriend and offer to help her ride a broom..."
"She can't ride?"
"Not very well...stop interrupting. Well, I'd offer to teach her and give her a bewitched broom. She's easily loose control of it."
"So you mean..."
"Yep. By October...Erika Dumbledore will be dead."
Hours later, after classes ended, all the Gryffindor's were in their common room. Finally together, the news was buzzing that Erika, a Gryffindor, and Draco Malfoy, a Slytherin, were dating.
"I heard that she's paying him."
"I heard that he's paying her!"
"You saw them right?" The portrait door swung open and everyone became quiet as Erika walked into the room. They all watched as she made her way across the room and she stopped at the door leading to the girl's dormitory and turned around.
"You guys don't have to stop talking about me just because I'm here." She snapped and walked through the doorway, slamming the door shut behind her....
"Oh my God, I thought she was going to kill us!"
"Her eyes are so creepy!"
"I can't believe her and Malfoy are going out!" Hermione looked at everyone and walked up to the girl's dormitory after Erika, shaking her head. She walked into the room and saw Erika sitting on her bed, looking through a book, absent-mindedly turning the pages.
"Hey Erika."
"Hey Hermione."
"You said it right!"
"Yeah," Erika said, weakly smiling. "I've been practicing." They two girls laughed and it got silent. "Hermione?"
"Yeah?"
"Why is it so bad that I'm going out with Draco?" Hermione sighed and sat on the edge of her bed.
"Nothing really. It's just that, Mal- Draco doesn't really like Gryffindors. It's been like that since our first year." Erika nodded.
"They all hate me, don't they?"
"No, they don't. It's just...different having an American girl. Especially one who's the headmaster's granddaughter. No one really knows how to act around you. They think that you're a big, powerful witch who can turn them all into toads with just a glance." Erika began laughing.
"A frog? They'd be lucky if I could even turn their skin green." Hermione laughed along with Erika.
"Come on. Don't worry about them."
"Who said I was?"
"Erika."
"What?"
"You don't have to be so tough around me." Hermione smiled and Erika smiled back.
"Okay."
"Hey, can we talk?"
"Okay."
"Well, it's about Harry." Erika flung herself onto her back and groaned.
"Why?"
"I just want to know."
"Know what?"
"Why do you hate him so much."
"Because, I really don't see what the big deal about him is." Erika said as she sat up.
"He did defeat a powerful dark wizard."
"Big deal! So did I!" Hermione glanced sharply at her.
"What?"
"Nothing."
"You defeated a dark wizard also? Is that how you got-" She reached out to touch Erika's neck but just before she could touch the scar, Erika pulled back as if Hermione's fingers could burn her.
"Yes. It is."
"So you are..."
"What."
"The female equilivant of Harry Potter." Erika didn't answer her, she just stared out the window. Five minutes of silence passed before Erika spoke again.
"His name was Mikelvalt."
"Who?"
"The guy who killed my parents. I was there you know."
"Really?"
"I was only 4. A little older than Harry was when he defeated Voldemort. It's harder because you remember it all. He...attacked us one day and he killed my parents while I was forced to watch." She shook her head. "I don't know why he wanted to. No one's really ever told me. His wand was this crooked metal thing with a blade at the end. He...needed my blood for this ritual he was doing. Some counter spell. He cut my neck and began to drain the blood out of my body, but the second he touched my neck with his hands, the weirdest thing happened."
"What?"
"I don't know. It's just one second he was there and the next there was this bright red light and when I woke up, I was on the ground and all there was left was this thing of red powder."
"It was him?"
"I guess. I don't know if he's really alive or not. I think it killed him." She lightly sniffled.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I never really talk about it though. Talking about it makes the whole thing real for me." She looked up at Hermione and a different kind of friendship was formed between the two girls.
The second Hermione walked back into the common room, everyone ran toward her, asking her questions. She just kept shaking her head and she looked at Ron and Harry. They caught her eye and she nodded toward the door. They nodded and Harry mouthed '1O minutes' to her. She nodded and watched as they ran upstairs. She dodged a few more questions and everyone eventually left her alone. One by one, everyone went upstairs, leaving Hermione by herself. A door creaked behind her and she saw the door to the boy's dormitory open, then shut.
"Hey Ron. Harry." A piece of cloth flew up in the air and a second later, the room was empty.
Underneath the cloth, the three friends struggled to move together. They crept toward the stairs and all sat on the staircase. Hermione relayed the story to them, while the boys sat in silence.
"Wow." Ron said after she finished the story.
"Yeah, so basically, she doesn't like getting close to people because she thinks that they'll die on her."
"So why doesn't she like me?" Harry asked.
"She just doesn't think that you should be getting all the attention that you should. She's like to give you a chance, but once again, she's afraid that if she becomes friends with you, that you'll die on her."
"Yeah, but still-" Ron began but was quickly shushed by Hermione. The three of them shut up and listened. They could hear three people walking up the stairs and one of them was talking. They quickly recognized the voice to be Malfoy's.
"So, anyway, I'm thinking that I can easily get the girl to trust me." Ron turned to Hermione and mouthed 'Erika?' but Harry shushed him.
"So, what good will that do?" They could hear Crabbe ask.
"Think about, Crabbe. If anything happened to Erika, Dumbledore would be a wreck. Not to mention Potter."
"Why Potter?"
"Please, the boy is obviously in love with this girl. Do you see how he keeps staring at her?"
"Yeah...but what good will it be if Dumbledore and Potter are both fucked up in the head."
"Easily. Potter can't give Gryffindor any house points and he obviously won't be able to play Quidditch as well. Dumbledore would most likely not be able to be headmaster for a while and Snape could fill in for him, easily giving Slytherin the House Cup back."
"So how do we make something happen to Erika?"
"Well, I'll play the disposition as the boyfriend and offer to help her ride a broom..."
"She can't ride?"
"Not very well...stop interrupting. Well, I'd offer to teach her and give her a bewitched broom. She's easily loose control of it."
"So you mean..."
"Yep. By October...Erika Dumbledore will be dead."