"You're Sirius Black's daughter?" There it was again, to which the girl rolled her eyes and shook her head "I'm not" she replied
Ellena Cyra Black lived with her aunt and uncle her entire life. Her father died when she was two months old while her...
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The next morning Ellena Black was sitting near the lake, enjoying the weather. Ever since she was a child, Ellena loved nature. Whenever she is upset she finds the nature the best help.
She was laying down, her eyes closed. Listing to the sound of bird's wingbeats, the water moving and the tree's leaves. The whole thought about the goblet has left her mind since she came there.It was peaceful and quiet. Just the way she liked.
"Jealous? Jealous of what? He wants to make a fun of himself in front of the whole school, does he?"
However, the peace didn't lasted long as she heard sound of someone walking closer. They were talking loudly;
Ellena opened her eyes as she sat on the ground. She looked in the direction and saw Harry & Hermione.
Harry looked irritated while Hermione's face was rather annoyed.
"Look, it's just — Ellena?" Hermione stopped in between when she saw who was right in front of her. She didn't expected anyone to be out here at this hour
She sighed "if you guys wanna talk then go elsewhere"
"Why? It's not like you booked this place" Harry said loudly "I haven't, but I was here first" Ellena replied and lay down again
"Er- we are here for some air" said Hermione "we won't disturb you"
They did.
Ellena could hear each and every word they were saying. It did ruined her time but the things she heard makes one thing very clear. Harry didn't entered his name.
"Write to Sirius" ellena said loudly so the two could hear. They stopped talking and looked at her "you've got to tell him what happened"
"Yes Harry!" Hermione nodded "she's right. You have to tell Sirius —"
"Come off it" said Harry.
"No joking but you should tell Sirius" Ellena got up, her grey eyes looking straight at Harry "your scar hurting, the deatheaters at the quidditch World Cup and now this?... it's not just a coincidence Harry"
Harry wonder how did she know about his scar hurting, but didn't asked it.
"You-You believe him?" Hermione's voice was little and hopeful.
"Of course I do! He's not smart enough to put his name in the goblet" she said with no hesitation.
Harry raised his eyebrow at her but didn't said anything and the next movement his heart felt something. There was someone else other then Hermione who actually believed him. Who actually trusted that what he was saying was true.
"That's why I'm telling you to write to Sirius. If he got to know this though a paper or some other thing then he would be disappointed. He would think that you don't trust him enough to share this. Atleast thats what I would think"
