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I tossed my books onto my bed still fuming at Erin. I'd never let her know she had gotten to me. I wished everyone would quit commenting about my father. They had always used him agianst me. I thought about starting my homework, like I'd told Professor Potter, but soon I found something much more interesting to do.
"Hera, c'mon," Cait Weasly yelled, her twin sister Carolina standing behind her.
"What?"
"Hello, get with the program cous, Quidditch practice just started. The Slytherins are out on the pitch and Galactus looks really, really good on that new broom of his." I smiled. Of course Galactus had the newest broom aviable. His father, Draco Malfoy, was one of the richest men in London.
"Coming," I called grabbing my camera bag. Galactus always loved posing for pictures and I, along with the other Hogwarts girls were all to happy to take those pictures.
The Quidditch was already crowded when I and my twin cousins arrived. I had never been sure who the twins father was. Uncle Fred and Uncle George both claimed them. It really didn't matter to me, they were nothing like their once trouble making father. Caitlyn and Carolina are the sole heirs of Weasly Wizarding Wheezes, now with at least ten locations international. At least that's what Grandma tells me every holiday. I'm not sure if she is trying to encourage me to be more like that, or feel ashamed because I robbed my mother, her only daughter, of a chance to become something.
"Hera, Cait, Cara, over here!" Hazel Thomas yelled from the stands. Hazel is Gryffindor's keeper. We did really well last year, losing to Ravenclaw in the last round.
"Hey Hazel," Carolina said sitting next to Hazel, with Cait following suit.
"Look Dane's father sent him a broom!"
"Bring it up here Dane!" I shook my head. Dane Tolanski was in my year, but we had never really hit it off. He, like me was a second generation. His mother being Rahne Sinclair-Lupin, not to be confused with my 'friend' Rahne, who's real name is really Andromedea. She'll deny it until she dies, but it really is. She calls herself Rahne because she thinks her sister is the coolest in the world, and she just hates her name.
"What are you Gryffindors doing down here?" Jeanine Summers snarled as she walked over to us. Her green eyes flashing angrily.
"Same as you Summers. Watching the practice," I said matching her glare with my own green eyes.
"You're just here to get some new ideas on how to cheat. Did your captain put you up to this?"
"No, Apryl didn't 'put us up to' anything."
"I don't believe you Potter." Something inside me just snapped. I hated being called by my surname, hated the name itself. I had my wand in my hand before I ever realized what I was doing.
"Hera!" I felt a strong hand grab my wrist. I blinked. Jeanine looked a little scared and Carolyna was holding my arm back.
"What?" I asked glancing around.
"You were about to hex Jeanine," Cait said calmly as Jeanine cast one last glance in my direction before storming off trying to catch Galactus's attention.
"What the heck did she do this time?" Dane asked still holding his broom, a Wagner Elf 73.
"She called you by your father's name didn't she?" I nodded uncurling my fingers from around my wand and putting it in my pocket.