Well well well.

Govette has finally realized her feelings for Harry. Do you think Harry likes her back?

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When we at last left the kitchens, it was at least seven in the morning, and some students had already stirred. They pointed and whispered at us, and I felt Harry's hand in mine. "Don't listen to them," He whispered in my ear. I smiled softly and looked over at Harry, who was squeezing my hand softly.

"This year, we will be hosting the Tri-Wizard Tournament! The participating schools will be, Durmstrang and Beauxbatons! There will be three winners that will participate, but because things have gotten more dangerous, you must be at least seventeen to enter!"

Groans echoed through out the room, and Ron looked a little disappointed as the speech ended and he shoveled a mouthful of mashed potatoes into his mouth, speaking through them.

"Ahey, 'Arry ou woulhda behn goohd in thaht!" He said, before swallowing. Hermione looked perturbed,

"Ronald, don't speak with your mouth full." She scolded, and I laughed softly, nibbling on my bread as Harry laughed.

"Yeah, right. I've got things other than Tournaments and pride." He replied. with a shrug, looking over at me. I smiled, and took Harry's hand under the table, and he squeezed it reassuringly before he set it back on the table top and grinned.

"So, what should I have for Lunch?" He asked me, and I tapped his nose softly.

"I wouldn't know. I'm just eating bread."

Later that same day, the Yule Ball was announced. I groaned as we walked out of the Hall.

"A ball?" I asked Harry, not believing it. "A ruddy ball." I mumbled, and Harry winced.

"Yeah. Maybe I can act sick or something," He replied, and I looked over at him, in disbelief.

"You must be kidding me! You've got girls hanging all over you," I exclaimed, and Harry blushed.

I contuined. "Why wouldn't you want to go? I mean, look! You're handsome!" I finished, with a nod. Harry laughed, before teasing me.

"Maybe you'll go with me then?" He said, nudging me, being playful. I was surprised he was like this, since I had told him all about what I was and who I was.

"No," I replied, flatly. "I'm not pretty enough," I said with a frown, twirling my shoulder length brown hair, sighing. Harry glared at me.

"Don't say that!" He said, grabbing my shoulder. "You're very pretty. In my opinion," He said, and smiled. An opinion of a friend. I sighed again and looked towards Harry. "I'll take your word for it then," I replied, nodding as I linked arms with him and we paraded off.

"Students, turn to page sixty-four and take out your vials. You will be needing them." Severus Snape said, and I quietly moved to obey. He slammed his hand down on my desk.

"Except you, Adams. Come with me," He said, very softly, a sneer finishing it off. Harry was clenching and unclenching his fist. I knew he was angry. His hair seemed to lose its glimmer when he was furious.

Slowly, I nodded and followed the black-haired man to his office. He shut the door quietly.

"Govette, I have raised you as my daughter. I have treated you as if you were of my own blood. I believe it is time for me to tell you who you are," He said, in a very drawling voice, pouring a two cups of brandy.

"Take a few sips, believe me, you'll need it," He mumbled, and I stared at the golden liquid. "You were taken on December 13th. We dubbed that as your birthday…We took you from Ireland, and.." He paused, stirring the liquid in his cup with his finger. "Your mother is Inga Finnigan." He said, and I dropped my glass, causing brandy to splash in the metal goblet, and land on the floor with a loud clatter. "Your brother..—Or twin, I should say, is Seamus –"

"Finnigan?" I finished. My head was spinning.

"Leave now," He said, glaring at me. "Go. NOW!" He barked, and I could hear upset whispers from the classroom. As I walked out of the room, I gave a reassuring smile to Harry, and sat beside him.

"Seamus Finnigan, please come in?" Severus asked, and Seamus looked around nervously, before slinking into the office, his head lowered. Harry managed to keep his mouth shut as Seamus came out and smiled over at me. Everyone was a bustle when we got out, and Harry took my hands.

"What—" He began, his eyes shining. Seamus slapped his hands away.

"Get off my sister," He growled, angrily. Harry's brow raised and he understood, hugging me.

"Isn't it wonderful?" I asked, hugging Harry tightly.

"I've actually got a family – a real family, and ..I..I have you," I said, smiling happily.

In a few weeks, I couldn't manage to escape from any boy. I had been asked nearly twelve times by the same person. Fred Weasley.

"Goovette, come on. I know there is an age gap," He pleaded, "But no one else will go with me?"

"Ask Angelina. She'll go with you," I stated. It was true. Angelina had been waiting for Fred to ask her. And I had been waiting for Harry, and he was trudging towards me, as if he'd been through one hell of a battle.

I rose a brow, and he explained before I could ask any questions.

"I asked Cho, but she turned..me down.." He said, heavily. He sunk into a snow covered bench and rested his chin in his hand, and I took a seat by him.

"Aww, cheer up." I said, hugging him.

"It's snowy, and beautiful. And there are other girls," I said, rubbing his shoulder softly as I hugged him.

Harry sighed.

"I suppose," He shrugged, before looking over at me.

"Would you go with me?" He asked, curiously. I thought for a moment.

"Why not?" I said, ruffling his hair. Harry smiled, before he pecked my cheek very softly.

"Thank you." I laughed, embracing him softly as if he were my brother.

Speaking of my brother, he was moodily watching us in 'Must Murder Harry' mode. I rolled my eyes at him, and stood up, gathering snow up in my hands. Harry's eyes widened.

"Oh no you don't," He said before he gathered up snow as well and we began the best snow-ball fight I had ever had. We both fell into the snow bank, and I ran my fingers through Harry's black hair, brushing the snow out of it lovingly. Harry smiled.

"I like that," He said, suddenly. I smiled back, curiously.

"Like what?"

"The way you run your fingers through my hair. It makes me feel warm." He stated, and I laughed before I dumped a whole arm full of snow on him and ran, to get warmth. We both went into the common room, shivering. I walked up to the girls dormitories change, and realized within ten minutes I had fallen in love with Harry. Or was I really in love with him all along?