Competitor

Chapter One

I walk down a long hallway. Only doors. The one on the end is a glowing green. I push it open and see me. I'm covered in blood. I look at my hands. Stained from human blood. I look at my reflection again.

"I sing and they listen," I hiss. "Everyone is at my will. I can even defeat Voldemort. Even the boy-who-lived."

"Just let it consume you," my reflection states. Just my reflection. "You'll be so powerful, no one will go against you."

I shatter the mirror.

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I wake up with a jolt, freaking out. The lights turn on, revealing a half asleep Ginny.

"Are you okay, Abi?" She mutters. I nod my head and wrap my arms around my legs. "Was it that dream again?"

I nod my head again. Ginny gets up and sits next to me.

"Am I a bad person, Ginny?"

"Why would you ask that?"

"I keep on having doubts that holding my gift back is stupid. But if I don't, I can hurt innocent people."

"See, you're good. You try to ignore the bad part of your mind. You consider others."

I nod my head. Hermione enters.

"I see you two are up. Mr. Weasley wants you two down in five."

She leaves. Ginny goes to the closet. I pull a piece of parchment from under my pillow. I received it last night.

Dear Abi,
I can't wait to see you again. Something big is going to this year, but Father won't say what. Excited for the Quidditch World Cup. I heard you'll be there. Maybe I'll see you.
Draco.

I smirk and hide it under my pillow. I put on a pair of torn jeans, combat boots, and an Ireland shirt. Ginny is dressed the same, except she has a Bulgarian shirt.

"Your team is going down," we say at the same time. "Stop it. It's weird. Well not as weird as when we finish each other sentences."

Ginny leaves and I quickly write a response to Draco.

I'll see you later today.

I open the window and Draco's owl flies in. I fold the letter and hand it to him. The owl flies off and I head downstairs. Everyone is eating breakfast.

"Hurry up," Mum orders me. I grab a piece of bread and make a bacon sandwich. "Sit young lady."

I do and stuff the sandwich in mouth again. Followed by chugging down a glass of milk.

"Your sister can eat faster than you, Ron," Harry jokes.

"Too early for jokes," Ron whines. I chuckle quietly. His eyes widen when he spots my plate. "Bloody hell. You do eat faster than me."

Everyone at the table breaks out laughing. Dad hurries us up and everyone grabs their rucksacks.

"Off we go," Fred and George smirk.