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"GIVE ME HARRY POTTER."The hissing sounded again, sending chills down her spine. "Give me Harry Potter." Again, as the snake slid through the grassy courtyard, which had exploded into a place she no longer recognized. The snakes tongue rattled in its mouth, before it lurched towards her, killing—
Eliza gasped, grasping for her chest at the pajamas that stuck to her, soaked to the bone in a cold sweat.
The hours leading up to this moment was a blur. Connor being the champion, being whipped into the parties and celebrations. Eliza being pulled into Dumbledore's office with Harry and the other headmasters and men from the ministry she didn't recognize. The dirty looks from her classmates, from Ronald Weasley.
Why was her name was put into the goblet? It baffled her. Was there someone who hated her that much?
She thought of who all she may have angered in the last year. Draco Malfoy hated her, especially for being a blood traitor so close to his cousin, Daphne...but he hated everyone. Not to mention, Draco was far too ignorant to pull of a stunt of this magnitude.
Maybe Harry Potter hated her that much, managing to get his own name in the goblet and figuring another wouldn't hurt....
She couldn't deny she may have done the same, in the boy-who-lived's shoes.
Eliza groaned, mind-boggled and frustrated. Pulling her wand from under her pillow, she pointed it towards the empty mug on her bedside.
"Aguamenti."
Sipping the cup, Eliza still felt unsettled about her dreams. She'd had nightmares before, but this one was all too real for her liking. And why Harry Potter? Sure, he was popular, but not particularly special.
Eliza grabbed a sweater from the bottom of her drawer, deciding she needed fresh air. Something about the sweater smelled familiar, but it was clearly ancient based on the fact that she couldn't pinpoint the familiarity. Eliza hadn't grown much in two years and old sweaters like this still slid over her head with ease, so no telling where the sweater originated.
She wasn't sure how long she wandered the castle, until the patter of her feet led her to the one place that, lately, truly felt like home in the castle.
The astronomy tower...
"I wanna show you something." Eliza grabbed Ron's chubby hand, both of them running up the stairs of the tower.
"Can't we get in trouble for this?" The redhead asked, nervously gripping his wand. His mother couldn't hear about this — though maybe if he got expelled, would she finally notice him?
