The Forgotten Potter; DM

IX. Hugs & Trolls & Hopsitals

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Word travelled around quickly that Harry, rather than being expelled, was going to become the youngest seeker of the century and play for the Gryffindor Quidditch team. Ivy hadn't realised her brother had such talent and skills for sport but apparently it ran through their blood seeing as their father, James Potter, was also a seeker for Gryffindor when he was in Hogwarts.

Oh yeah, both her parents were Gryffindors, that's how they met and fell in love. Guess which family member was now the odd one out?

Ivy sat beside her brother, needing to get away from Davina and the others, as she heard the tiny professor, Flitwick, ramble about the levitating object.

"I'm surprised you're sitting by me," Harry said.

Ivy furrowed her brows, "Don't take it personally. I wanted to ask about Quidditch. How you feeling?"

"Good, Oliver, the Gryffindor captain, taught me the basics, I'm excited to play," He paused, "Our dad was a Seeker too for Gryffindor."

"I know, Hermione told me... He'd be proud of you."

To that, Harry smiled as they both raised their wands and began attempting the spell- Wingardium Leviosa- with a swish and flick movement.

They all began attempting, no one succeeding. Ivy could hear Ron and Hermione bickering before the girl made the feather levitate, silencing everyone. Flitwick praised her.

As Ivy went to re-cast the spell, Harry's Gryffindor friend, Seamus, who sat beside her, waved his at the feather and a loud bang was heard as the feather exploded in his face.

Ivy gasped and moved back, latching onto Harry's arm, as Seamus sat in shock- eyes wide, mouth agape, face covered in soot.

"I think we're going to need another feather over here, Professor."

Ivy brought her fingers to her lips as she stared at the traumatised boy.

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For the entire month of October, Ivy had a stinging sensation in her chest. There were many moments where she'd pause and gasp feeling her heart clench in pain and experienced difficulty breathing. The pain got worse as the month neared its end, becoming more re-occurring, too.

This was not unusual to the raven-haired girl, confusing yes, but not unusual as she had experienced this pain practically yearly. She had also noticed it was always in autumn times. Maybe it was seasonal. This year, the annual occurrence of pain was becoming unbearable.

However, it was Halloween. Not a particularly happy day for the girl, she never really enjoyed the day like most people did. More importantly, it was the day Ivy realised just how fast the months had gone by. Albeit it had only been two months at Hogwarts, but it only felt like it had been a week since it was her birthday and the big, friendly giant rescued her and her brother from the Dursleys.

Now, Ivy could've been in the great hall, which was all festively decorated in orange and black with carved pumpkins and other spooky things, having her lunch and eating loads of sweets. She could've minded her own business- or at least, attempt to considering how clingy Davina was and how wherever she went, the others would follow- but no, somehow Ivy was in the girl's bathroom, attempting to console the crying Gryffindor.