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▄ . . . . ᡣ𐭩 .ೃ࿔*:･

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:･ꗃ𓈈 𝑐𝘩𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑤𝑜 ִ𓂃‧₊ ˚.

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I woke the next morning with my scar throbbing a little but not enough to cause any pain, and I took a moment to realise where I was and the events of the night before. I brushed my hair and teeth and threw my robes back on. Me and Daphne then headed down to the common room where the others were grouped.

"Oi Potter!" Malfoy called, as we came down the stairs. He held up a page of the DAILY PROPHET. "You made the front page." He threw the paper at me and I frowned as I read the first few sentences about me and Harry's separate housing, before rolling my eyes and lobbing it back at him.

"Are they serious? It really isn't that much of a big deal." I huffed.

"It is for the ministry," Notts pointed out, "The only two survivors of You Know Who in opposing houses? Yeah, Rita Skeeter knows what people will want to hear about I'll give her that." I shot him a glare to shut him up. I didn't care about what the wizarding population wanted to know about me and Harry, but putting it out there for everyone to know felt far too extreme to me.

We all get up and head to the great hall for breakfast, but someone grabs my arm and pulls me to the side before we enter. I turn to see Harry and Ron facing me. Notts looked over his shoulder when he realised I wasn't by his side.

"Give me a sec, save me a seat," I yell at him, and he disappears in the crowd. I look at Harry who somehow had a worried expression on his face.

"They made a mistake, Nikola. You can't be a Slytherin," Harry said. I frown at him as I'm not sure what he meant by this, and I didn't like his tone.

"How would you know? You've been my brother only a day. Besides, we're not all bad." I replied, trying to keep my voice calm under the irritation from his words. He flinched from me as if i'd spat at him.

"So there's already a 'we' now? Nikola, our parents and all of our ansesters were Gryffindor, how can you be a Slytherin?" his voice started raising, causing some groups passing by to glance our way.

"I told you, I was raised by Slytherins. There's no mistake Harry, but it doesn't change me being your sister." He opened his mouth for a moment, as if he wanted to say something but decided not to. He looked at Ron who just shrugged at him and I left them there, walking to join the Slytherins to eat.

"What was all that about?" Malfoy asked, jerking his head toward the Gryffindor table.
I gave him a short shrug.

"Harry is convinced the sorting hat was wrong, and that there's no possible way I can be a Slytherin." Malfoy's eyebrows twitched for a second. "He's wrong of course." I added, to prove I didn't think the same. He coughed out a laugh.

"How embarrassing" I ignored this, as much as I didn't want him and Harry being enemies I did somewhat agree. It was foolish for him to think I should be in his house just because I'm his sister, he barely knows me for that matter.