Harry Potter and his sister Alison

Chapter 14

When Harry finally retired to his room after waiting hours and hours for everyone to clear out of the Gryffindor Common Room then had his little meeting with his Godfather, he found Alison fast asleep in bed which made him happy since it was very late, he was tired, and wasn't really in the mood to tuck her in and make sure she had brushed her teeth and all that.

No, stop it. He mentally told himself. She's not a baby anymore whether I like it or not. She's old enough to take care of herself.

He sighed and got himself ready for bed, thinking about what Sirius had told him. 'I don't know who put your name in that Goblet Harry, but whoever it is, is no friend to you. People have died in these tournaments.' He had told him.

He glanced over at his little sister, still sound asleep in their large bed. Who'd look after her if anything horrible happened to him while he completed? He certainly wouldn't want her to go back to their vile aunt and uncle's. Vernon may not hurt Alison as badly as he had three years ago when he had first come to Hogwarts, thanks to a few threats from both Hagrid and himself about using 'the M word' on them if they even tried, but they still weren't treating either of them very well either.

Maybe he could talk to Dumbledore before the first task and ask him if he could send Ali to live with the Weasleys. Yeah, that'd probably be the best option since they were so kind to both of them, Ginny and Ali had become good friends, and Molly had made it very clear that they were allowed to come over at any time for anything.

He set his glasses down on the nightstand on his side of the bed then climbed under the soft, silk sheets. He smiled when his younger sister instinctively rolled over and nuzzled into his side, a small smiles creeping onto her face at the warmth she got from him.

Harry smiled down at her and gently stoked her soft hair until he too had fallen asleep.

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It didn't take the brightest witch or wizard in the world to see that the Potter's were very, very nervous the day of the first task. From the moment the two had emerged from their room, they were hand in hand and didn't even let go all through breakfast, which neither of them had very much of. All they could think about was this could be the last day of Harry's life if he wasn't able to beat the dragon.

"Harry you faced You Know Who when you were eleven, a giant Basilisk when you were twelve, and last year you took on loads of dementors and faced a werewolf." Hermione reminded him as the tree of them walked to the tent where the tributes were supposed to meet, trying to boost his confidence at least a little bit. "I'm sure you can face a dragon." 

Alison slowly nods her head in agreement. "That's true Harry. You're brave and smart and fast, I'm sure you'll do fine. Besides, Dumbledore won't let you just get killed... right?"

Hermione nods even though she wasn't quite sure if the Professor was even allowed to interfere like that. "Just try to remember any spell you can that might help. And remember what Moody told you about your broom?"

Harry nods his head, taking a deep breath. At least he felt a bit better than he did five minutes ago. "Yeah, you're both right."

They both gave him very tight hugs, especially Alison who didn't really care if she accidentally snapped one of his ribs before he entered the first task, before they walked over to the stands so they could watch while Harry nervously went inside the tent.

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"And finally, our fourth champion, Mr. Harry Potter!"

Alison sat up straighter on the uncomfortable wooden bench so she could see her brother a lot easier as he slowly walked into the rocky center of what was once the Quidditch field. She saw him look around, taking everything in, before he spotted the golden egg he was supposed to get and began to walk towards it when a Hungarian Horntail sprang out of nowhere causing everyone to jump and a few scream in surprise.