The Fatal Enchantment

The Triwizard Tournament

        We are back to our way Hogwarts. I sat in the Hogwarts Express in an empty compartment in my casuals. I was reading a muggle book Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen. It is one of my many favourite stories. But I could not concentrate on the book. I could not get the man who I'd collided with out of my head. It was as if he'd bewitched me. With just his sight. Like some sort of enchantment. I let out a sigh, as I burried myself in my book, unaware of the door sliding open and the group of the popular Slytherins, the one of Malfoy and his posse coming in along with his pug girlfriend Parkinson. I chose to ignore them, and go on reading my book.

        "What's the mudblood doing here?"sneered the pug' voice.

        "Don't Parkinson."snarled a voice, I recognised well.

        "Hello Theo."I greeted him. He ran up to me and picked me up, spinning around, as he stopped and put me down, while Blaise repeated the same.

        "Blaise what's wrong with you she's a mudblood."sneered Malfoy.

        "I am not a mudblood."I snarled back, as I clenched my fists."Blaise, Theo, I see am clearly not wanted. Mind walking me to my brother, as I go and sit there."I said.

        "Of course, or Potter's gonna kill us."snorted Blaise. This seemed to have caught Malfoy's attention. When all of a sudden I saw Diggory open the compartment door, and slide it.

        "Now you literally need to save my arse."I muttered to them."That perv's been hitting on me ever since the world cup." And then Blaise and Theo and surprisingly, to my utter shock, Draco Lucius Malfoy came by my side, and took my luggage and my pet shape-shifter, Pearl, towards my brother's compartment. He shoved Diggory aside. Wow. As we went, Malfoy spoke up.

        "You never told me you are a Potter."he said. He was looking at me with his eyes, filled with accusation. I winced at his look.

        "I don't know what's so special of being a Potter, apart from being the twin sister of The Boy who defeated Voldemort."I said.I saw Blaise, Theo, and Malfoy wince at the name Voldemort. "Personally to me he is Oldemort."I said. Blaise and Theo looked at me like I'd grown two heads, while Malfoy looked at me like I'd lost it.

        "Oldemort?"he said.

        "Yeah."I said casually."After all, he's old enough to be our grandfather's age, don't you think."

        "I knew you were different for a Gryfindor."said Blaise.

        "Why was Diggory smirking at you."Theo asked.

        "He is simply a perverted guy, who wants to screw me, because I'm the famous Harry Potter's twin sister.Not that am complaining, but I want to be me, have friends, who like me for who I am, not because I am Harry's twin sister."I said.

        "Well, Blaise is right. You're different."said Malfoy."Consider yourself to have another friend."he said, as I looked at him curiously."I like you and your thoughts, call me Draco. But I will bully you, though not as badly as before, I have a reputation to keep."he said.

        "As long as you people save me from Diggory."I said smiling. We reached the compartment where there was Ron, Harry and Hermione. I took my luggage and Pearl, and entered the compartment. I waved at them, as they went away smiling. Wow, Malfoy and me are friends?! I kept my trunk on the base above as I took our Pearl from her cage, who instantly changed into a raven, and perched herself on my shoulder. Hermione flicked the The Daily Prophet, reading it.

        "This is horrible.How can the Ministry not know who conjured it!Isn't there any security or?"she began as Ron spoke up.

        "Loads according to dad,"said Ron answering her question."that's what has them worried so much.Happened right under their noses."Harry told me that he saw a man last night, cast a spell in the sky, conjuring the mark, but did not recognize him. And here, he even told me about his nightmare, more of confessed it, since, my power of telepathy enabled me to know he was lying and hiding something. I think, all of it is connected. By some way......and yet I cannot get that man, from last night out of my head. It seems he has stuck a picture of his inside me. I turned to note that Harry was rubbing as well as scratching his scar like hell. It was pissing him off.