Elizabeth Anne Riddle [Book 1] (A Harry Potter Fan-fiction){COMPLETE}

Surpising invitation

The year moved sluggishly. With out the Triwizard tournament to keep us occupied everyone was focused on school. All but me. Dolohov had told me that Umbridge was at Hogwarts because Fudge was so sure Dumbledore had lost his mind. Something I wouldn't doubt. But, it was late November, and I hadn't heard from neither Dolohov or from my Father.
Defense Against the dark arts was the worst of it all. Remilda snapped her fingers in front of my face. I shook my head, my ponytail moving slightly. I glanced at her. Her eyes were filled with concern. Had there been such a radical change in me that I need to receive such a look of pity? It could have been the lack of news. All I knew was what Potter would say at the table next to yours during meals.
"Did you hear? Potter's going to teach some students real defense," she whispered, scoffing. I smirked. That imbecile teaching a bunch of kids when all he was known to do was use Expellearmis. (Trust me I know it's spelled wrong...) I could do more impressive magic when I was a small child.
"I'd love to see that," I muttered to her.
"Why don't we go?" She snickered. That was it! The best idea I had heard my whole life!
"That's perfect," I smirked and continued my work.
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Cho Chang was across from me in the common room. She whispered to another girl with the same dark hair. I wasn't to sure on her name but she looked like a bitch. It was the weekend of the Hogsmead trip. The weekend that Potter would meet with everyone who wanted to be taught by him.
All students with signed forms walked to the large front doors and showed them to Filch. He searched us and let us go. Remilda snaked her arm around mind and we walked.
"Mother said I could bring you home for Christmas," she said all of a sudden. I was taken aback but flattered.
"If I don't get a letter requesting me home, then I would love to Milda," I smiled at her.
We entered Hogsmead, heads down against the early snow as it blew. We followed Cho to a shady pub called the Hogs Head. I looked at Remilda. She hadn't noticed as I watched her swipe a finger through a layer of grime, grimacing in disgust. Potter was at the front with the mudblood. Hermione I think is her name. Her was bushy and unkempt, teeth not as big and beaver like as the year before. The blood traitor boy, Ronald, stood on the other side. He was more awkward than the other Weasley boys. But less awkward than Ginny, the only blood traitor girl. She beamed at Potter. I almost puked.
"I'm really glad so many people showed up," the mudblood smiled at us all. The room became quite, all eyes on her. "We know that everyone isn't learning from Professor Umbridge. That's why we want to start this group, to protect ourselves from..from Lord Voldemort." The mudblood cringed along with others in the room as she said my fathers name.
"Who says he's back?" A boy, Terry Boot, stood and stared incredulously at Potter.
"I saw him return, last year. He murdered Cedric Diggory," he glanced around the room before looking at me. To my surprise, he didn't remember me. His eyes shift down, a small smirk on his face.
"How are we suppose to believe him?" Terry continued, "Just because Dumbledore says to?"
"Because we can trust Harry," Ron roared with anger. Well well the blood traitor could be vicious. The meeting turned to Potter's "accomplishments." All just mere coincidence. Potter was blushing with embrasement.
"Are we in agreement to have Harry teach us?" The mudblood asked. The room was filled with mutters. "At the front here we have sheet where you will print and sign your name if you want to join. We will notify you of details closer to the first meeting." She smiled and people started to move around. Remilda stood, stretched, and moved to leave. I, on the other hand, was drawn to the front. The parchment was half filled with names. Slowly, I wrote my name down, the one registered to the school.
"Have we met?" Potter asked suddenly. I glanced around. The pub had emptied and the mudblood and blood traitor were paying for butterbeers.
"Not that I know of," I smirked. "I'm Elizabeth Rémi." I took his hand in mine and we shook.
"I'm glad you signed up. Your in your final year, yeah?" He was gathering up his things and rolling the parchment up.
"Yes. Ravenclaw." My eyes met his, green on green and he smiled.
"Want to go for a walk?" He had his bag slung over his shoulder. The mudblood scowled at us. I nodded then. Keep your friends close and your enemies closer.
The road was covered in at least five inches of snow. More snow than normal for November. Potter glanced at me and smiled.
"It's beautiful, snow." I nodded my agreement. "Are you always so quite?"
"N..no," why was I stuttering? We entered Honeydukes.
"Want something? Chocolate frogs?" Potter looked happier than he had at the meeting. I smiled then, it hurt my face to smile like this. What was this bastard doing to me?
"Show me what you like," my voice sounded girlish and sweet. I was disgusted with myself but intrigued. We finished the shopping and he handed me a bag. I saw pumpkin pastes, chocolate frogs, sugar quills and Berty Botts Every Flavored Beans. I hadn't been allowed to get these things, my money more important for school then frivolous things. I sucked on the tip of the sugar quill thoughtfully.
"Way too sweet," I licked my lips. Suddenly, Potter was kissing me. His lips had an enticing flavor. I went to pull away but I couldn't. Potter, Harry, moved his hands to my back and kissed a little forcefully before pulling away. He had the same reddened cheeks as he did when everyone was singing his praises.
"I couldn't help myself," Potter groaned in dismay. I smiled again. The muscles of my face stretched out.
"Thanks for the candy Harry. I'll see you around," I couldn't resist grabbing his hand and tenderly squeezing it. Potter looked at me and gave a small smile.
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"Where have you been?" Remilda pestered me as I slid in next to her in a booth at the Three Broomsticks.
"Never you mind, Milda," I slid the candy away into my bag and ordered a Butterbeer.
"Oy! It's you two!" Fred smiled as he sat across from us. Soon followed his sister and Ronald. And then Harry. I sighed. Did I just sigh? Harry smiled at me then.
"What's your name again?" Fred asked Remilda.
"Remilda. I went to school in Romania for the last six years. But beware. My daddy is Snape," she smirked then. Ronald turned paper white.
"Snape had a child?" He whispered to Harry. Harry didn't respond, eyes focused on mine. I felt shy and nervous.
"Milda, don't we need to owl your mom about the holiday?" I asked her abruptly.
"Yes?" She asked. Fred chuckled.
"Go ahead and leave with fake excuses," he sang.
"It's true," Remilda said, her eyes softening as she looked at him. What the hell was in that Butterbeer? She shook it off. "Catch you later." We slid out and walked in silence to the common room.
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