Chapter 4

The next day Elle received a letter from home from Moony and was grateful to receive it.

It read:

Dear Ellouise,

Things are horrid here with out you. I miss you terribly, and we all love you so much, I hope your ok. Write back soon.

Love Moony.

PS. don't worry; I'm fine after full moon.

That day Ellouise had herbology. She liked herbology but she wasn't really what you might call skilled in this subject. But what the hell, she could still have fun.

Professor Sprout was a plump, short woman, who had a full head of black hair and was generally very cheerful. While she did not like Elle especially they got along and Elle could absorbed what she was saying, it was just the practically struggled with.

Last year the first years they had stuck to greenhouse 1 but as they moved up the school they moved up the greenhouses and today they were braving no. 3.

The lesson turned out to be spent studying the mandrake plant.

Elle knew a little about this plant already. Harry, who had also study this is second year, had told her about the events of the particular school year and she had found out mandrakes were indeed needed.

"What about a mandrake can be fatal!" shouted the professor.

"It's cry miss!" said Elle.

"Well done Miss Potter! 10 points to Gryffindor!"

Miss Potter was so weird. She was so used to Miss Dursley.

Class came to an end and her practical went bad but she was used to that and her 10 points weren't taken away so all in all for herbology it was a successful lesson.

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At lunch Hermione was of course back in her beloved library at Hogwarts.

She was glad to see her friend's sister in there.

"Hi Elle, why are you in here?" she said.

"Doing my homework!" said Elle.

"You cant have this much already," she teased.

"More personal homework," she said giving Hermione the book.

"Your trying to become to Animagus." Shocked knowing how hard it was. She had read about it.

"Of course I am," stated Elle's smoothly. "It'll make me feel more like I'm James kid when I'm down."

"You're doing this for him?" Elle nodded.

"This is going to be hard Elle, the magic-" said Hermione shaking her head. "You might not be able to."

"But I just have to try!"

"Why?"

"Because Hermione there not with me now I'm at school. The whole summer I had this great family surrounding me with care and love and everything else I needed and wanted. Now I feel so alone," Elle was so near tears now. "And I am scared Hermione. What if they find out I miss them, they will be so hurt, and I can't take hurting them." she said .a tear slide down her face.

Hermione observed the younger. She knew that she could hide her feeling but not as well as this. Elle was still hurting and she had no one she felt she could talk too. Not Hagrid or moony. They were to close to home.

"You can talk, too me you know Elle," said Hermione sensitively.

"I don't need too," said Elle brushing her off and going to take out the book. She had too do this. And she knew it.

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"So does that make more, sense?" he asked Ellouise.

"Yeah Neville, it does. Thank you," she said.

"Herbology is my best subject."

"What's your worst?"

"Potions, did you hear about my boggart?" he laughed at the memory.

"Yeah I did," she said chuckling with him as they sat in there common room.

"What are your best and worst?" He said interested.

"Transfiguration, that's my best and my worst….well potions went bad this week." she admitted.

"Yeah my does every week. Hopefully it'll be better for you next week." He said hopefully.

"And you." she said cheerfully.

"I doubt it Elle," he shook his head.

"Well thank you for helping me out, you're a mate," she said kissing his check. "I'm going tot bed. One minute, it's Friday. Wanna stay up late?" she said with a cheeky grin.

"Sure."

"I'll go get a blanket and put my books away."

He watched with joy as she ran upstairs and went to sort herself out. It was already half ten, so he was in his pajamas.

This was his chance. He had watched her hurt last year. So many people had hurt her. He hated them all.

Last year he had thought he liked her but now, he knew he did.

In the summer, when he had gone to her house for her brother's birthday, well he saw her there too. She hadn't really hanged out with him. She had stayed close to her dad a lot of the time.

But never the less he'd fallen in love with her somehow, but he wouldn't say anything. He couldn't.

"Ready," she said returning in her blue pajamas. "Right, lets cover us up then," she said as they sat down next to each other. They didn't touch but they shared the blanket.

It was…just right.

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Laying on his bed, once again the fully grown begun to cry clinging to a picture.

It was happy picture. There was a mother, a father, a son and a daughter.

They were happy together.

It would seemed to any one who looked at it, they'd be together through anything. They'd always be together. It was the perfect family portrait.

Tracing his finger over the little girl, he cursed himself.

What a fool he had been. He had just left. He hadn't fought for his little girl.

It should never have got that far, he thought.

He should have let Petunia take her home that day at the train station by any means possible. He should never have sent back after the funeral as he had done.

What she ok? Was she hurt? Were they treating her ok?

A thousand thoughts ran through his mind. He had to get her back.

And his son. His boy, and he had just let Marcus take him.

Not only had his family life failed but he had got a letter from the company he worked at today. He'd been sacked.

Taking another bottle of whiskey Vernon Dursley drowned his sorrows.

His life was over.

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Harry James Potter walked in to his common room late that night under his dad's cloak.

He saw his baby sister on the couch asleep, but had he walked in five minutes earlier he would have seen Neville tucking her in and kissing her goodnight.

Sitting down next to her he stroked a bit of hair out her face.

"Dad," she mumbled in a disturbed dream.

"Elle," said Harry concerned.

"DAD!" she roared as she woke up. "Harry." she said as she realized it was only a dream.

"Shh I'm here baby!" he soothed her. She lifted up her head as he sat down and she put it back in his lap.

"Where have you been?" she asked.

"No where important why don't you go to your dorm baby sis," he asked.

"I will, just give us a hug first," she said as he ran his through her auburn locks.

"OK," he said. "Dads ok you know,"

"Yeah sure I know that. Why you say that?

"You yelled out for him," said Harry as fell asleep. Elle didn't have the heart to wake him to tell him to go to his dorm.

How could she of called James. She'd been dreaming of Vernon.

a/n: evil grin. Nuff said.

Reader riddle:

Rem'sony gave me this riddle and for the love of me I could not figure it out. Let's see what you make it:

What is better than God and worst then hell,
The poor have it and the rich don't,
if you eat it you die,
What is this?

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