Raised By A Killer // Harry Potter FanFic //

Snap

I watch as everyone comes in and try to catch Fred's eye. I needed to ask him not to tell anyone about what happened on the train. Unfortunately, Hermione sees me trying to get his attention and puts the pieces together very quickly.

In the time it takes me to sigh, she's cornered him and he's looking very uncomfortable. I can't help but laugh at the fact he was almost looking scared to be cornered by a girl a year younger then him.

I try to motion to him but he's so focused on being scared of Hermione I lip read the words slip out of his mouth. 'I'm not sure, she was crying and holding her hands over her ears.'

I sink back into the chair and wait for Hermione to come back, mentally preparing myself for the next few minutes.

She sits next to me this time and wraps a hand around my shoulders like Fred did. I don't know why this was so comforting.

"Tell me what you were hearing, inside your head," Hermione asks straight out, how did she know I had been hearing it inside my head? Hermione starts rubbing circles on my back.

"I heard a girl crying," I say and look up at her. Hermione is thinking hard.

"So this girl crying, did it make you feel sad to hear her like this?"

I debate it for a second, at the time, I think I was scared, but now...

"Yeah it did," I say and look at Hermione, silently begging her for an answer.

"Okay, so what I think made this happen to you, was what made this happen to Harry when he heard his Mother crying. I think there must have been a dementor near by."

"But Hermione, it wasn't my Mum crying," I say and she looks puzzled for a bit.

"Oh," she says, "well I at least think a dementor was near by."

"Wait!" I say, suddenly so loudly, the few seventh years on the other side of the room look at me. "I did see a black thing in the trees when I was at the back of the train."

"You were at the back of the train, but that's out of bounds!" Hermione says and I shh her. "Sorry," she whispers.

"It's okay, but yes, now that I think about it, I'm pretty sure it was a dementor."

"Okay, well there you go. It isn't uncommon for a dementor to be away from Azkaban at the moment," Hermione says and stands up. I give her a puzzled look and am about to ask what she means but she cuts me off. "Goodnight."

She heads upstairs like the conversation we had just had, had been completely normal. While I stay sitting in my comfy chair, I stare at the fire and I see a flicker of someone. I blink hard, tightly closed my eyes before looking at the fire again.

No one was there. I shake my head, and stand up to follow Hermione upstairs. I'm not crazy, I say to myself. I didn't see anyone, or hear anyone.

But as I lay wide awake on my bed, the sound of the girl crying rings in my ears making it hard to ignore. Eventually, after many attempts to cover my ears enough to stop replaying it in my head, I finally get tired enough to drift off to sleep.

*

The next morning I was woken cruelly by Hermione jumping onto my legs.

"Owww," I complain as I lift myself up onto my elbow to see Hermione.

"Sorry!" She says getting off the bed, "are you ready to go downstairs for breakfast yet? We can't be late for our first lessons!" She says excitedly and pulls me up. I quickly get into my school uniform and head downstairs, excited to see my timetable for this year.

As I sit with Ginny and Ron at breakfast, we scan over our new timetables Professor McGonagall had given out. I notice we have Defence Against the Dark Arts first, unfortunately with Slytherin, but start getting excited, before remember the hem hemming lady.

I try to stay positive but what she said about the Ministry of Magic putting her here, and Hermione saying they are trying to interfere here at Hogwarts, I was still finding it hard.

Eventually, Harry, Ron, Neville, Hermione and I start towards Defence Against the Dark Arts. When we go inside, I sit with Harry and we grab out our wands and books ready for the lesson.

The toad comes in, as pink as ever, and stands at the front of our class and I wait for the annoying sounds that always seems to escape her mouth.

"There will," hem hem, "be no wands out in my lessons, nor any magical spells or charms performed," hem hem.

I turn to Harry who was already standing. "But that's stupid! How are we supposed to learn Defence Against the Dark Arts without using magic?!" He yells.

"Mister Potter! Sit down! You will copy from your text books which will prepare you far better for your O.W.L.s then using any useless magic!"

"Hem hem," I mock loudly and the look she gives me could kill. "I'm sorry if you have missed it, but Harry has defeated Voldemort, what? Four times already! And last year he use his knowledge from classes where he actually use magic to save his butt!" I scream at her.

"You! What's your name?!" She yells at me.

"Trista Lestrange!" I yell back. Her eyes widen and she looks scared.

"Trista, now now," she says calmly and starts walking towards me. "Harry didn't defeat Voldemort, because he isn't back!" She snaps.

"He is!" Harry yells, standing once again, "I saw him, how else do you explain Cedric's death?"

"Cedric Diggory's death was a tragic accident!" She yells.

"It wasn't, Voldemort killed him!" Harry yells louder.

"Go!" Proffersor Umbridge yells. "Get out of my class and go to your head of house! Now!" Harry gets up and kicks the table causing my wand to roll off and onto the ground. As he leaves I get up to grab my wand but Professor Umbridge walks towards me and steps on it with her stupid pink shoes.

I hear a snap and watch as she removes her foot from on top of my wand. She looks at me with a smug look. "Oops," she says and puts a hand to her mouth, "my bad."

I push my chair out as I stand up so hard, it slams into the table behind me where Hermione and Ron were. I cross to where Umbridge is, so I'm standing right in front of her. Our eyes are at the same level and I give her the dirtiest glare. I bend down and pick up my now two pieces of wand.

My first wand, the wand I got from Olivander's when I had turned eleven. Split in two. I knew it was useless now, but as I held the two pieces in each of my hands I tried to put them back together.

I looked back up at her, she was smiling. A tear rolls down my check and without thinking, I throw my wand across the room and now, with a free hand, slap her right across her ugly toad face. I guess my wand wasn't the only thing that snapped.

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Authors Note

Confession : I freaking loved writing that last part! Have wanted to do it myself since I first read Harry Potter!

Okay, I almost forgot I was supposed to update tonight. But I didn't!

It's my last week of school before two weeks break so I'll try to update in the holidays.

I hope your all enjoying the book so far.

*Fact #5*

I think I'd be a good Quidditch player because I love sports.

Thanks for reading!

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