Raised By A Killer // Harry Potter FanFic //

Tryouts?

"Well, are one of you going to tell me?" Snape questions again as we all stand in the darkness only lit by his wands light. "Or do I need to go get my favourite potion to use on student?"

I knew he meant veritaserum and I didn't want him to do that. Last time that happened, I got banned from afternoon activities for a month. I had helped Peeves prank some first year Slytherin's.

"I'm nervous about my Quidditch trials tomorrow," I say.

"So you came all the way down here because...?"

"I needed some fresh air," I lie. Professor Snape gives me with a look as if to say he doesn't buy a word of it. I probably wouldn't either.

"And you were about to stun Logan because?" He asks suspiciously.

I look at Logan and then back to Professor Snape. The amount of hate I had for him, and everyone, right now was getting to me.

"For fun," I say and give Logan a sarcastic smile. He looks at me sadly and I wonder why that would be.

"I suggest you go back to your dorms. I'll let you know your punishment tomorrow. Perhaps you didn't need to be nervous."

I half-glare at Snape and turn around, being careful not to make eye contact with Logan.

I slowly head back up to my dorm, hoping Hermione, Harry and Ron have gone to bed so I don't have to see their lying faces. It takes me about ten minutes to get back to the portrait hole and the fat lady is not impressed when I wake her up to get back inside.

As soon as I get into the common room, I fall to the ground in a heap. Tears were flowing uncontrollably down my face. So much so, I was getting tired of lifting my arm to wipe them and eventually just rested my eyes on the sleeve of my shirt.

It wasn't fair. I hadn't done anything to Hermione or Harry or Ron. I hadn't done anything to Draco. All I had done was get sorted into Gryffindor. Why was that so bad?

It meant I was brave and it meant I was daring.

Why did Draco hate it so much? Our families had been in Slytherin, sure. But what should it matter? We were family. We had been inseparable until the age of eleven.

Why did he tell Logan something that was both so bad that he didn't want to speak to Draco again, but at the same time he was not be able to tell me?

I pull my face away from my sleeve after I managed to calm my breathing enough. It had a huge wet patch on it. The patch, if turned on so my arm was extending out in front my me, looked a bit like a dog. I smile briefly and then looked around the room.

I was a metre away from any furniture, just sitting in the middle of the room on the ground.

I felt so lonely. It was strange, I hadn't felt like this since third year.

And now I realised just how much effect Harry, Ron and Hermione had had on my life. And how much, already, I missed them.

***

The next day were Quidditch tryouts, but I wasn't going to bother going. Because Harry and Ron would be there, and even though I missed them, I had more pride then that.

I knew that what they had done and said was wrong so I wasn't going to go running back. And I wasn't going to let them apologise just yet. I wasn't ready to forgive them.

I was just starting to wake up when someone came downstairs, seeing me lying on the floor. Whoever it was rushed over and pat my back. I roll over to see it was Harry.

I sit up and stand up straight away.

"Trista? Are you okay? Where did you go last night? Did you sleep on the floor?" Harry bombarded me with questions. My brain was foggy so early in the morning so I didn't understand any of it. I walked away without a word, leaving Harry to contemplate what was going on.

I go get dressed so I can have an early breakfast and figure out what I was going to do today. At breakfast, I sat alone as not many people were up yet, and thought about whether or not to skip my classes and instead go and hang out in the room of requirement.

The room of requirement was a room that I had discovered when I wanted a place to hide in second year when Draco was chasing me with two other boys. It turns into the place you need, like a bathroom, or hide out. I have only been back a few times, I didn't want to get attached.

I debate my options but in the end decide to go to the library, get some books for my Transfusion essay and take them with me to the room of requirement where I would work on it all day.

I make sure on my way I don't run into anyone who might want to talk to me, and I also avoid Snape by ducking into an empty classroom as he rounded the corner to the hallway I was in.

I work on my essay until lunch time, where I sneak out and go and get some lunch to bring back to the room with me.

Unfortunately, Fred catches me as I sneak out the Great Hall.

"Ris!" He says as he jogs to catch up to me.

"Hey," I say staring at my plate of food.

"Where have you been all day?" He asks and I don't reply. "Ris? Did something happen yesterday?"

"No," I say bluntly, taking a left.

"Ris, come on. What is it?" Fred pushes, making me get a tad angry.

"It's nothing, okay!" I say harshly and Fred looks taken-a-back.

"Trista, what happened?" He asks so genuinely I cave.

"Hermione, Harry and Ron have been lying to me," I say feeling my eyes begin to water.

"About what?" He asks, leading me over to a nearby bench to sit down.

"About some Order thing."

"Order of the Pheonix?" He asks and I look up quickly.

"Yes, that's it. What is it?" I ask.

"Uhh, well...it's a secret organisation that-" Fred starts but is cut off my Hermione.

"Fred!" She practically yells from the other end of the hallway.

I narrow my eyes as her. "Fred? What is it?" I ask looking at him furiously.

"No! No don't tell her Fred! Sirius doesn't want us too!"

"What has he got to do with anything?" Fred asks and I tilt my head at Hermione in agreement.

"Just- ughhh! This is too hard! We just can't say okay? Trista you need to trust us-"

"No! No I won't! I did and you lied! That isn't how you treat your friends! So either tell me, or never hear from me again!"

Hermione looks at Fred who looks like he's figured out what Hermione is saying.

I look at them both challengingly.

"Come to Quidditch tryouts Trista?" Fred asks completely changing the subject.

I don't even reply, just give them both a deadly glare.

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Authors Note

Hello my lovely readers!

I am going to the snow tomorrow! I'm so excited because I haven't seen the snow since I was really little so I don't remember it all that well!

*Fact #10*

I love Harry and Ginny and never really shipped Harry and Cho. I shipped her with Cedric.

Thanks for reading!

If I don't update next week it's because I've been away and not able to write!

Erin x
A Proud Potterhead ⚡️