Callidora Nott has always known exactly what is expected of her.
As the daughter of one of Britain's oldest pure-blood families, her future has already been carefully planned; alliances, power, and a life shaped by tradition she never chose. At home...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Enemies of the Heir Beware?
"Calli! Wake up! Wake up!"
A hand shook Callidora Nott hard enough that she nearly fell off her pillows.
She had only fallen asleep an hour earlier, maybe two. The first night back at Hogwarts always did that to her. Too many thoughts, too many memories of the summer she would rather forget.
She groaned and cracked one eye open.
Her four-poster curtains were half open and someone was standing beside her bed.
"Terence?" She mumbled, rubbing her eyes. "What are you doing in the girls' dormitory?"
Terence Higgs shrugged.
"Emergency."
"What time is it?"
"Too early." He jerked his thumb toward the stairs. "Flint wants the team in the common room in five minutes. Practice."
Calli sat up slowly.
"Practice? The tryouts aren't until next week."
"Apparently that's changed." Terence said, already backing toward the door. "Something about a new Seeker."
"New what?"
But he was already gone.
Calli groaned and collapsed face-first into her pillow.
Then she swore and scrambled out of bed.
Five minutes later she was pulling on her Quidditch robes while braiding her hair at the same time. She grabbed her broom, her trusty Nimbus 2000, and hurried down to the Slytherin common room.
Half the team was already there.
And they all looked just as confused as she felt.
At the center of the room stood Marcus Flint, looking far too pleased with himself.
Calli dropped onto the arm of a sofa.
"What's this about?"
Flint clapped his hands loudly.
"Alright! Listen up. We've got a new Seeker this year and we're starting training immediately."
Yawns spread through the group.
"What about tryouts?" Asked Adrian Pucey.
"No need for them, Pucey." Flint said sharply.
Footsteps echoed from the stone corridor.
Calli turned and groaned.
"Oh, you have got to be kidding."
Striding into the room like he owned it was Draco Malfoy, flanked by Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle.
