Eliza Potter: Harry Potters Sister 2

Chapter 11: Slug Club

The following morning was a Monday morning and Harry had a lesson with Dumbledore that evening. I had the dinner with Slughorn. I walked down to breakfast with Ginny and we sat at out normal spots. I was next to Hermione and opposite of Harry Ginny in the other side of Hermione talking to her friends and Harry next to Ron.

"Good morning," I said as I sat down and grabbed a sausage with a piece of toast.

"Hi-" said Harry.

"Are you excited for Slughorns later?" Asked Hermione with a slight laugh. I rolled my eyes.

"No way," I said.

"Wow, it's already quarter of-" said Hermione after we finished eating.

"Oh goodness, I have to be at history of magic-"I said as we began grabbing our books. "Ginny-" I called.

"Oh, I'm gonna walk with Dean today," I started walking away.

"Okay, see you later- don't be late!" And with that I walked with the trio til I made it to my class. It was a normal history of magic day and we learned about Great wars again and were told we had to write a twelve inch long essay on the goblin rebellion.

Then we had potions. It was the same as normal and at the end of class Slughorn held me back.

"So, I hear you will be at my dinner tonight?" He asked me.

"Ah, yes, I will be-" I said with a fake smile plastered on my face.

"Good, good, we are excited to have you-" he said.

"Thanks, excited to be able to go," I said.

"Okay, well I'd better be off-" and with that he left the room and I headed off to the Great Hall.

"Ugh-" I said flopping down onto the seat at the Gryffindor table.

"What's up with you?" Asked Ron.

"Slughorn," I mumbled. Ron got defensive again because he was mad Slughorn didn't want him to go to the dinners.

"I have to get my books for the afternoon. Talk to you later," I said as I walked back to Gryffindor tower.

Once I got into my dormitory I gathered up my needed textbooks and saw that the note I had found in the common room the night before was ripped in half but laid together so it still formed the message. I was running late so I ran to my next class which was Divination with Professor Trewlaney. She still smelled of cooking sherry even though Umbridge was gone and her job news secure.

"Good afternoon Professor Trewlaney," I said as I entered the classroom that was in the north tower. It was foggy and smelled of perfumes like always as I walked over to my and Ginny's table that we sat at.

Ginny and I had to interpret each others dreams. I interpreted Ginny's which had to do with her in a forest looking at the sun, but when it came to mine I realized I couldn't tell her my real dream so I just said that I dreamed that Dobby visited me. We were told that we had to start keeping a dream journal which I dreaded. I couldn't actually write my real dreams.

After Divination came the double period I hated most... D.A.T.D.A. Yes, it's true I loved the class in general but not with Snape as the teacher. He made everything 100% worse for my and Harrys life. I walked to class with Ginny like always and we sat next to eachother.

"I wonder where Snape is," I whispered as we sat down.

"I don't know but-" I turned around and saw Snape entering through the back door. I stared ahead of me and twiddled my quill in between my fingers.