This Is Who I Really Am

Chapter Twelve

"I heard you are helping the twins with their pranks." Hermione sat beside me in the Great Hall. "How do you know?" I ask, I barely knew. I gave a hesitant yes, like, three minutes ago! "Sources." She smirks, "and the fact Fred and George were talking about it when they walked past me." She added. I give a small laugh before grabbing a bread stick and turning back to her. "Are you okay with me helping them?" I ask her. Before I never payed much attention to her and it ended badly. "It's fine. I want you to be happy." She tells me, "Besides, we still don't know if we are related." She tells me. I nod in agreement, but we both had a silent agreement that we are. It's a feeling, a weird connection. "Thank you, Hermione." I smile at her before turning to Harry. "Do you ever have weird dreams of things that are going to happen or did happen?" I ask him. He paused from eating his food and stared at me strangely. "I guess not." I shrug, getting up. "Wait!" Harry says hurriedly. I look back to see him brushing food off his hands and standing. "Go talk to Dumbledore." He tells me in a hushed tone. "Why?" I ask. "Really? It's Dumbledore, he can help with anything." Harry pointed out. I nodded, agreeing. "I will talk to him soon. How are you with the triwizard tournament?" I ask him. I apparently don't listen well enough to the school or I would have realized we were having this. The schools came last week, which is the only reason I realized it. Then the choosing caught my attention as well. It has just been a huge mess and I am also very disappointed that quidditch will not be here this year.

An/ IM SO FREAKING STUPID

I FORGOT TO ADD IN THE FOURTH YEAR. GAHHH.
I HOPE U DONT MIND I TRIED TO WORK IT IN SO I DONT HAVE TO SCRAP THE BOOK. I WAS WONDERING WHAT I WAS FORGETTING IM SO SORRY