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Erika
I stared at Professor Jones as she went through the lesson. She was my godmother. Wow. Talk about hard to believe. Then what that man - Professor Lupin - had said at breakfast this morning, I knew it was a shocker. Everyone had been really surprised. It might have helped if I had known who that Sirius Black character they were talking about was. Maybe then I would have understood why this was so strange.
The bell rang, and everyone stood to go to their next class. We had History next, so we started that way.
"Meg," I said, "Who's Sirius Black?"
Meg looked around, to make sure no one had heard, then said, "He's a wanted convict."
"What?" I cried, surprised.
"They sent him to Azkaban - the wizard prison, and possibly one of the most feared places for wizards in the world - for betraying your parents to Voldemort, and for killing one of your parent's friends," Meg told me, "He was innocent, of course. He had been framed for both. The person who had actually betrayed your parents was the person Sirius Black was said to have killed. But he didn't kill him, either, I don't know what he did, but he didn't die. He's a servant to Voldemort right now. Ruth and my father hate him. They think he's a weakling that doesn't belong in Voldemort's service.
"Anyways, about Sirius Black, a few years ago, he escaped Azkaban, which just about threw most of the wizarding world out of wack. The ministry never caught him. I dunno what happened to him," Meg finished.
I shrugged, "Why is it so bad that Professor Jones was in love with him? He is innocent, right?"
"Sure, he's innocent. But most people don't know that yet. Dumbledore's been trying to reopen his case for years. But the ministry keeps refusing, and Dumbledore doesn't want to tell them he knows where he is, or else they'd come after him, right? So people still hate him, still fear him," Meg explained.
We reached the classroom, and took our seats, ready for another boring History lesson.
Snow started falling that weekend. It lightened just about everyone's spirits because Christmas was coming. But it was also getting incredibly cold.
Meg and Ron were playing chess again (we told them they had to keep the game less than an hour this time), while I did my homework with Hermione, and Harry read some stuff on Quidditch. I'd promised him that the next year, I'd try out for the team. That made him happy, since he promised to show me how to play over the summer.
There was a tapping on the glass, and we all looked up.
"Harry, it's Hedwig," Hermione said, then turned back to her books.
Harry got up, and we all went back to whatever we were doing. Once Hedwig was on her way back to the Owlery, Harry sat back down.
"Ron, it's from your brothers, Fred and George," Harry said.
"Really, what did they say?" he asked, followed by a curse (which I won't repeat).
Meg had stolen his queen. She was grinning.
"They told us they found a few apartments we might like, in London," Harry told him.
"London? That's where I'm looking, too," Hermione said.
I raised an eyebrow, "Apartments?"
"Yeah. You don't want to have go back to the Dursley's, do you?" Harry asked, "Me, you, and Ron are going to share an apartment. You'll be at Hogwarts most of the time, though."
I shrugged, "I suppose it's better than an orphanage or the Dursley's."
Not that I'd ever met them, but they did look like the friendly-type. . . or sound like it for that matter.
"What are you guys going to do?" I asked, "For a job, I mean?"
"Joining the ministry," Ron answered.
"What department?" Meg asked.
"I dunno yet," Ron answered.
Meg and I exchanged looks.
"Well, your brothers say that we can come back to the Burrow and look at apartments from there," Harry read, "Over Christmas break."
"All right then. Hah, I just stole your rook. Your little plan's not going to work so well without it," Ron said, grinning at Meg.
She smiled, and said, "Check and mate. Better pay attention, there."
He scowled.
"Erika, you can come if you want," Harry told me, "I'm sure Mrs. Weasley wouldn't mind having you."
"Nah, I'll stay here with Megan. Just. don't get a bad apartment," I warned him.
The last Hogsmeade weekend before break started. Harry, Ron, and Hermione (as well as most everyone else in the castle above third year) went to Hogsmeade. Meg and I, incredibly bored (I'd refused an offer to play chess and lose), went down to the library. Meg started looking at a few books while I messed around with one of the thick encyclopedias on magic.
"What's that about?" I asked when Meg came back, holding two books in her hands.
"Nothing. Come on, let's go back to the tower. I just saw Avery and her gang. We'll have the room to ourselves, none of their squawking or gossiping," Meg said.
I grinned.
"Do you know that they are still avoiding me?" I asked, "I think it's kinda funny, really. I dunno why, though. I don't know if they buy the rumor that I'm a dark witch, or if it was the whole incident with Harry and my being his sister."
Meg laughed, "Don't worry about it."
I threw myself on my bed, and started looking at the Daily Prophet (which I had stolen/borrowed from Hermione to do my Christmas shopping). Meg sat her books down on her bed.
I glanced at them when she wasn't looking, and looked up at her strangely.
"Meg, why are you reading Seers Through A Century: An Archive and Seeing: A Skill?" I asked.
Meg looked up at me, and gave me a look.
"Just, interested, that's all," she said, and gave me a smile.
I nodded, and went back to the ads I was looking at. Then it clicked.
"Meg," I called, turning to look at her, "You're a seer, aren't you?"
She answered, "Why would you think that?"
I shrugged, and replied, "Well, you're always reading about them. And there was that one time you completely freaked me out and went into that trance. It just fits, that's all."
"You. You aren't freaked out?" Meg asked.
"No, I think it's kinda cool," I answered, "Being able to see the future."
Meg sighed, "It's not all 'cool'. Sometimes, it really, really, stinks. So, yeah, I'm a seer. No one except you, the ministry, and the teachers know. Don't tell anyone, promise?"
I nodded, "Of course. Just, if you ever 'see', or whatever you call it, about me, tell me. 'Kay?"
Meg agreed, "I haven't seen anything about you, yet. But I probably will."
I shuttered, "Okay, I change my mind. That's a bit freaky."
"Wait, and if I ever go into a trance again, just leave me. You don't need to send me to the infirmary, or any thing. I'll come out of it soon enough," Meg said.
"Deal."
* * * A few days later As told by Draco Malfoy
"Found it," I told my friends, sitting in the Slytherin Common Room.
"Found what?" one of them asked.
I held up a piece of parchment that Father had sent me earlier. I grinned. Finally, I knew the truth.
"Remember how we said that Gryffindor's name sounded familiar, 'Dere', was it?" I asked, "I found out where. I wrote my father about it. He just wrote me back."
"What does it say?" one of the 5th year girls asked.
"The one who goes by Megan Dere is really going by an alias. Her true name is Megan Riddle, and she is the granddaughter of our master, Voldemort. Her sister is our master's heir, Ruth. Her father is our master's son. She escaped from them, and ran to the ministry. They put her in Hogwarts, under the so-called protection of Dumbledore. Voldemort plans for her death by the end of the year. She took the alias 'Dere' from her mother, Lauren Dere, thinking no one would recognize it, as her mother attended Durmstang. You are not to harm Megan Riddle. Her death is in the hands of Ruth Riddle, by orders of Voldemort," I read.
We all grinned in success.
"Voldemort's granddaughter, a Gryffindor?" someone said, laughing, "How pathetic."
"And friends with Potter and his friends, on top of that. Tsk, tsk, how pathetic," I agreed.
As everyone laughed, I thought to myself: this was too good to be true. I knew something I was sure she would want no one else to know.
* * * The next day As told by Erika Potter
Meg and I were walking down to the Great Hall for breakfast, when we heard something behind us.
I turned around.
It was Draco Malfoy and his friends/body-guards, Crabbe and Goyle. Harry had told me about them. They were Slytherins. They hated me.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't Erika Potter and her friend, Megan Dere," Draco Malfoy said, "Or should I say Riddle?"
Meg gasped.
He knew.
"I know your little secret there. But I'm not going to tell anyone. The Dark Lord has plans for you," he said, "And for your little friends. You're lucky, or else I would have cursed you right now. You pathetic Gryffindor."
He walked past us, and I turned to Meg, whose face had gone paper white.
"Meg, are you okay?" I asked.
"How did he find out?" Meg whispered, "How?"
I shrugged, "He said he wouldn't tell anyone. We can be thankful for that, at least."
Meg nodded, then sighed.
"I hate this, Erika. I hate who everyone thinks I am. Just because of my last name," Meg whispered.
I nodded, "I don't hate you Meg. And your grandfather killed my parents. I don't hate you. They're just a bit dense, that's all."
Meg grinned, "Dense?"
I grinned back, "Yep. Come on, I'm starving. Let's go to breakfast."
A/N- short, I know. Christmas is the next chapter, and you learn something a bit more. The wizarding world is not as easy as it seems, especially for a few potions teachers (hehe). Anyways, I hope you liked this. Nothing much new in here. Draco knows about Meg. yada yada. Anyways, I hope I'll get the next chap up ASAP. Review, please!
Any additional comments can go to me at StarlightEve111@aol.com
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Disclaimer- I don't own a thing. It all belongs to the great Harry Potter people.
Erika
I stared at Professor Jones as she went through the lesson. She was my godmother. Wow. Talk about hard to believe. Then what that man - Professor Lupin - had said at breakfast this morning, I knew it was a shocker. Everyone had been really surprised. It might have helped if I had known who that Sirius Black character they were talking about was. Maybe then I would have understood why this was so strange.
The bell rang, and everyone stood to go to their next class. We had History next, so we started that way.
"Meg," I said, "Who's Sirius Black?"
Meg looked around, to make sure no one had heard, then said, "He's a wanted convict."
"What?" I cried, surprised.
"They sent him to Azkaban - the wizard prison, and possibly one of the most feared places for wizards in the world - for betraying your parents to Voldemort, and for killing one of your parent's friends," Meg told me, "He was innocent, of course. He had been framed for both. The person who had actually betrayed your parents was the person Sirius Black was said to have killed. But he didn't kill him, either, I don't know what he did, but he didn't die. He's a servant to Voldemort right now. Ruth and my father hate him. They think he's a weakling that doesn't belong in Voldemort's service.
"Anyways, about Sirius Black, a few years ago, he escaped Azkaban, which just about threw most of the wizarding world out of wack. The ministry never caught him. I dunno what happened to him," Meg finished.
I shrugged, "Why is it so bad that Professor Jones was in love with him? He is innocent, right?"
"Sure, he's innocent. But most people don't know that yet. Dumbledore's been trying to reopen his case for years. But the ministry keeps refusing, and Dumbledore doesn't want to tell them he knows where he is, or else they'd come after him, right? So people still hate him, still fear him," Meg explained.
We reached the classroom, and took our seats, ready for another boring History lesson.
Snow started falling that weekend. It lightened just about everyone's spirits because Christmas was coming. But it was also getting incredibly cold.
Meg and Ron were playing chess again (we told them they had to keep the game less than an hour this time), while I did my homework with Hermione, and Harry read some stuff on Quidditch. I'd promised him that the next year, I'd try out for the team. That made him happy, since he promised to show me how to play over the summer.
There was a tapping on the glass, and we all looked up.
"Harry, it's Hedwig," Hermione said, then turned back to her books.
Harry got up, and we all went back to whatever we were doing. Once Hedwig was on her way back to the Owlery, Harry sat back down.
"Ron, it's from your brothers, Fred and George," Harry said.
"Really, what did they say?" he asked, followed by a curse (which I won't repeat).
Meg had stolen his queen. She was grinning.
"They told us they found a few apartments we might like, in London," Harry told him.
"London? That's where I'm looking, too," Hermione said.
I raised an eyebrow, "Apartments?"
"Yeah. You don't want to have go back to the Dursley's, do you?" Harry asked, "Me, you, and Ron are going to share an apartment. You'll be at Hogwarts most of the time, though."
I shrugged, "I suppose it's better than an orphanage or the Dursley's."
Not that I'd ever met them, but they did look like the friendly-type. . . or sound like it for that matter.
"What are you guys going to do?" I asked, "For a job, I mean?"
"Joining the ministry," Ron answered.
"What department?" Meg asked.
"I dunno yet," Ron answered.
Meg and I exchanged looks.
"Well, your brothers say that we can come back to the Burrow and look at apartments from there," Harry read, "Over Christmas break."
"All right then. Hah, I just stole your rook. Your little plan's not going to work so well without it," Ron said, grinning at Meg.
She smiled, and said, "Check and mate. Better pay attention, there."
He scowled.
"Erika, you can come if you want," Harry told me, "I'm sure Mrs. Weasley wouldn't mind having you."
"Nah, I'll stay here with Megan. Just. don't get a bad apartment," I warned him.
The last Hogsmeade weekend before break started. Harry, Ron, and Hermione (as well as most everyone else in the castle above third year) went to Hogsmeade. Meg and I, incredibly bored (I'd refused an offer to play chess and lose), went down to the library. Meg started looking at a few books while I messed around with one of the thick encyclopedias on magic.
"What's that about?" I asked when Meg came back, holding two books in her hands.
"Nothing. Come on, let's go back to the tower. I just saw Avery and her gang. We'll have the room to ourselves, none of their squawking or gossiping," Meg said.
I grinned.
"Do you know that they are still avoiding me?" I asked, "I think it's kinda funny, really. I dunno why, though. I don't know if they buy the rumor that I'm a dark witch, or if it was the whole incident with Harry and my being his sister."
Meg laughed, "Don't worry about it."
I threw myself on my bed, and started looking at the Daily Prophet (which I had stolen/borrowed from Hermione to do my Christmas shopping). Meg sat her books down on her bed.
I glanced at them when she wasn't looking, and looked up at her strangely.
"Meg, why are you reading Seers Through A Century: An Archive and Seeing: A Skill?" I asked.
Meg looked up at me, and gave me a look.
"Just, interested, that's all," she said, and gave me a smile.
I nodded, and went back to the ads I was looking at. Then it clicked.
"Meg," I called, turning to look at her, "You're a seer, aren't you?"
She answered, "Why would you think that?"
I shrugged, and replied, "Well, you're always reading about them. And there was that one time you completely freaked me out and went into that trance. It just fits, that's all."
"You. You aren't freaked out?" Meg asked.
"No, I think it's kinda cool," I answered, "Being able to see the future."
Meg sighed, "It's not all 'cool'. Sometimes, it really, really, stinks. So, yeah, I'm a seer. No one except you, the ministry, and the teachers know. Don't tell anyone, promise?"
I nodded, "Of course. Just, if you ever 'see', or whatever you call it, about me, tell me. 'Kay?"
Meg agreed, "I haven't seen anything about you, yet. But I probably will."
I shuttered, "Okay, I change my mind. That's a bit freaky."
"Wait, and if I ever go into a trance again, just leave me. You don't need to send me to the infirmary, or any thing. I'll come out of it soon enough," Meg said.
"Deal."
* * * A few days later As told by Draco Malfoy
"Found it," I told my friends, sitting in the Slytherin Common Room.
"Found what?" one of them asked.
I held up a piece of parchment that Father had sent me earlier. I grinned. Finally, I knew the truth.
"Remember how we said that Gryffindor's name sounded familiar, 'Dere', was it?" I asked, "I found out where. I wrote my father about it. He just wrote me back."
"What does it say?" one of the 5th year girls asked.
"The one who goes by Megan Dere is really going by an alias. Her true name is Megan Riddle, and she is the granddaughter of our master, Voldemort. Her sister is our master's heir, Ruth. Her father is our master's son. She escaped from them, and ran to the ministry. They put her in Hogwarts, under the so-called protection of Dumbledore. Voldemort plans for her death by the end of the year. She took the alias 'Dere' from her mother, Lauren Dere, thinking no one would recognize it, as her mother attended Durmstang. You are not to harm Megan Riddle. Her death is in the hands of Ruth Riddle, by orders of Voldemort," I read.
We all grinned in success.
"Voldemort's granddaughter, a Gryffindor?" someone said, laughing, "How pathetic."
"And friends with Potter and his friends, on top of that. Tsk, tsk, how pathetic," I agreed.
As everyone laughed, I thought to myself: this was too good to be true. I knew something I was sure she would want no one else to know.
* * * The next day As told by Erika Potter
Meg and I were walking down to the Great Hall for breakfast, when we heard something behind us.
I turned around.
It was Draco Malfoy and his friends/body-guards, Crabbe and Goyle. Harry had told me about them. They were Slytherins. They hated me.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't Erika Potter and her friend, Megan Dere," Draco Malfoy said, "Or should I say Riddle?"
Meg gasped.
He knew.
"I know your little secret there. But I'm not going to tell anyone. The Dark Lord has plans for you," he said, "And for your little friends. You're lucky, or else I would have cursed you right now. You pathetic Gryffindor."
He walked past us, and I turned to Meg, whose face had gone paper white.
"Meg, are you okay?" I asked.
"How did he find out?" Meg whispered, "How?"
I shrugged, "He said he wouldn't tell anyone. We can be thankful for that, at least."
Meg nodded, then sighed.
"I hate this, Erika. I hate who everyone thinks I am. Just because of my last name," Meg whispered.
I nodded, "I don't hate you Meg. And your grandfather killed my parents. I don't hate you. They're just a bit dense, that's all."
Meg grinned, "Dense?"
I grinned back, "Yep. Come on, I'm starving. Let's go to breakfast."
A/N- short, I know. Christmas is the next chapter, and you learn something a bit more. The wizarding world is not as easy as it seems, especially for a few potions teachers (hehe). Anyways, I hope you liked this. Nothing much new in here. Draco knows about Meg. yada yada. Anyways, I hope I'll get the next chap up ASAP. Review, please!
Any additional comments can go to me at StarlightEve111@aol.com
REVIEW!!!