His Potter girl

02

We followed Professor McGonagall all the way up to the school.

She took us to a small room, which I suppose was her office.

"Take a seat, please." She pointed towards a black sofa in front of her desk, she sat on a chair behind it.

"Professor Lupin sent an owl ahead to say that you were taken ill on the train, Potter." She said abruptly.

I aggressively turned my head in Harry's direction, who was gawking at his feet. At once, someone knocked the door and came in a couple of seconds later.

"I'm fine, I don't need anything." My brother mumbled.

What had happened?

"Oh, it's you, is it? I suppose you've been doing something dangerous again." Again? What. The. Hell. "And who's this girl? I don't recall spotting her on the grounds." She said scanning me skeptically.

"It was a dementor, Poppy. This is Potter's sister." Said Professor McGonagall.

They shared a gloomy look.

"Setting dementors around a school," She layed her hand on Harry's forehead. I assume she's the nurse of the school? "He won't be the last one who collapses. Yes, he's all clummy. Terrible things, they are, and the effect they have on people who are already delicate--."

I could tell my brother was struggling to stay calm as he shouted: "I'm not delicate!"

Of course not.

"Of course not." The nurse read my mind.

I couldn't stand it.

What exactly were they talking about?

"Sorry, but what's a... demogorgon?" OH NO. I DID NOT--

All the people in the room turned to me wide-eyed.

"I mean dementor." I gulped.

"A dementor, child, is a gliding, wraith-like dark creature that feeds on human happiness, generating feelings of depression and dispa---."

I had dropped my jaw. "Okay. STOP! I think I've heard enough." I interrupted her.

"Anyway, Poppy," Said Mcgonagall turning to 'Poppy'. "What does he need? Bed rest? Should he, perhaps, spend the night at the hospital wing?"

"I'm fine!" Cried Harry jumping up.

I get it. I know what shame feels like: annoying, pink-faced, stuttering very easily, nervousness. One tries to avoid it at all costs.

"Well, he should have some chocolate at the very least." Said Poppy. I decided I'm going to call her that until I hear someone calling her by her last name.

"I've already had some. Professor Lupin gave me some. He gave it to all of us, in the compartment." Grumbled Harry.

How he didn't adore, or at least like chocolate, I never understood.

I spaced out the rest of the conversation, thinking about how much I was starving. I hadn't realised until now. I was craving pancakes. Thomas used to make exquisite ones.

"Very well. Kindly wait outside while I have a quick word with Miss Granger and your sister." Professor McGonagall said. "Then, we can go to the feast together."

"Professor, won't my sister miss the sorting?" Asked my brother.

"Not to worry, she'll be sorted after the first years." Thank God.

Harry bowed his head and walked out alone with 'Poppy'.

"Well, Miss Potter, as your first year at Hogwarts, you might want a map of the castle, in case you get lost." She handed me a piece of parchment. I folded it and pocketed it.

"Thank you." I said.

"And as your timetable, I do not believe you'll have time to attend to all both of your classes." Hermione's expression fell. "Hence why," I knew what she was talking about: I had asked to take almost every class, and I suppose Hermione had, too. "I am trusting you with these." She handed us two golden necklaces. "They're called Time Turners." I was sure Hermione was going to cry at any moment. She was ecstatic. Probably bipolar, too. Her expression had changed in two seconds. "One turn, one hour back time." I saved it in my pocket as well as the map.

"Miss Potter, if you need anything, don't doubt to knock at my door. Now, let's go down to the hall." I nodded and we joined my brother out of the office. 'Poppy' wasn't there anymore.

When we reached the Great Hall door, Professor McGonagall turned to look at me. "Wait here. I'll be back in a minute."

I stood outside until she came back for me, and we entered the Great Hall.