AIANES (Theodore Nott) H.P AU

Chapter Ten

Olympia studies the old blue and red evil eye bracelet that once sat on her left wrist.

She thinks of Draco and the way he calls her delusional for being so stubbornly superstitious, and yet, she can't help but believe that the bracelet shattering right after the Goblet called her name was no coincidence. She knows things are going to take a bad turn.

And being stuck in the Headmaster's office just happens to be the very first of them.

She takes in her surroundings. Especially the hoard of people in the room. Karkaroff, Madam Maxime, Viktor, Fleur, Cedric, Dumbledore, Crouch, Cornelius, Bagman, Snape, McGonagall, Moody, the Potters, Apollo, and the Lupin-Blacks are all present.

Though Olympia doesn't quite understand why the latters are even there, seeing as it wasn't their son who got chosen, still, she could assume that, for what everyone else has told her and what she's seen — wherever James Potter goes, Sirius Black follows.

The young heiress chooses to redirect her attention, settling for Apollo and Cornelius, both men arguing back and forth while Kronos sits patiently beside her.

But whatever peace of mind she was ready to achieve, vanishes with Harry's loud groan "What in Salazar's name did you do?" She hisses at him.

"What?" The Gryffindor turns to her, his eyes twitching at her incriminating tone.

"You heard me — What did you do and why would you drag me with you?"

"I didn't do anything!" Harry raises his voice, earning the attention of everyone in the room.

"Right, because that's convincing." Olympia scoffs, eyeing him with the utmost distaste.

"I could ask you the same question." He mimics her glare's intensity. "Why are you pointing fingers all of the sudden?"

"Forgive me if you have made quite the reputation for yourself, Chosen One."

Harry furrows his eyebrows at her tone, his shoulders squaring and his teeth baring. It was clear as day that the relationship between the two teenagers was anything but an amicable one. At the beginning of the year, Harry had relentlessly tried to grow closer to his sister, attempts that only earned him eye rolls and endless amounts of cold shoulders. Now, the boy wouldn't say he had given up on getting to know her — no — that wasn't the case, but being polite and patient had gotten him nowhere, therefore, he was now trying the unconventional approach and that meant being as crude and vile as she was with him.

So far, it too, had gotten him nowhere.

"And you haven't." Harry scoffs, crossing his arms over his chest.

Olympia turns to him, gaping, and without realizing, copying his stance. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Always slithering around with your little group of friends. Who's to say you aren't all behind this?"

"Was that supposed to be a pun?" She asks with boredom. "No wonder you are not in Ravenclaw. Not witty or clever, are you?"

Harry chuckles, unaware of the many stares. "One could say the same for you — befriending Malfoy? Really? He's nothing but a..."

"Let's play a game, shall we?" Olympia cuts his ramble short, fiddling with her wand, a murderous look on her features. "It's called 'Keep bad mouthing my cousin and I'll rip off your tongue' — sounds exciting, doesn't it?"

Harry seems ready to retaliate, but none of them get a chance to say more when the adults' conversation grows unbearably loud.

"I'm warning you Cornelius, you either pull Olympia out of this mess or I'm pulling out my funding — I don't care if you have to compete in her place." Apollo says with fire behind his green eyes. "Who's foolish idea was it to even bring this tournament back?" Bagman opens his mouth, ready to provide the Sarantos Patriarch an answer, but Apollo raises his hand, silencing him. "Don't — I'll find no relief in your words. What I need you all to do is get my granddaughter out of this Circus."