On that fateful Halloween night, Lily and James survived while Voldemort apparently 'marked' Harry Potter as his equal.
Aria Potter, twin sister of the boy-who-lived was proclaimed a squib, abandoned by her family and given to the care of the Dursl...
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The scrambled eggs were looking at her weird.
Or maybe she was just losing it. That felt more likely.
Across the Great Hall, students chatted and gossiped, the usual Hogwarts hum louder than usual as eyes kept darting toward one specific table—the champions' table.
Her table.
It was brand new. Dragged in front of the professor's dais like some kind of showpiece furniture. A little too wide, a little too polished, and positioned in a way that made every single movement from its occupants fully visible to the entire school.
McGonagall had insisted they sit together at meals today. "Unity between schools," she'd said. "Camaraderie." She'd said.
A circus show, more like.
Krum slouched on the far left, already halfway through his protein-heavy breakfast that she guessed athletes like him needed to get through their training.
Next to him sat Fleur, looking as pristine as ever, without a strand of silvery hair out of place.
Then came Harry.
And finally—her.
Harry glanced sideways at her, then back down at his toast. He looked about as thrilled as she felt.
"Bon appétit," Fleur decided to be the first one to break the awkward silence.
No one replied. Krum grunted.
Harry cleared his throat. "So... anyone else think this whole table thing is a bit weird?"
"I sink eet's political," Fleur offered with a shrug, not unkindly. "Zey want us to appear united. Like friends."
"We don't exactly scream besties." Aria muttered under her breath, pushing her eggs around.
Fleur offered her a little side glance, a hint of amusement twitching at her lip. "Is zis what zey mean by American sarcazm?"
"Hm, maybe." Aria mused.
"You are a child." Krum muttered from where he was sitting.
Aria turned to him with a flat smile. "And you're very talkative for someone who supposedly hates talking. What happened? Did breakfast unlock a new level of personality for you?"
Fleur let out a soft cough that sounded suspiciously like a laugh.
Krum gave a humorless chuckle. "You say everything that come to your head. Like dog barking at wall."
Fleur put her teacup down a little harder than necessary. "Mes amis, please—"
Harry seemed to be enjoying the exchange.
"Are you the wall in that case? Smile once in your life, Vic, I promise your face won't crack."
