Eliza Potter: Harry Potters Sister 3

Chapter 3: Hogwarts Express

"Oh, do be safe you two-" fretted Mrs Weasley as she hugged Ginny and I for the hundredth time on September 1st as we got ready to leave for Hogwarts on the train.

"Mum, we've told you we will be fine. Right Liza?" Said Ginny. She was trying to sound confident but it was honestly a very scary time.

"Right. Thanks again Mrs Weasley. We will be back for Christmas as discussed." I declared.

"Alright. Goodbye!" Mrs Weasley said. Mr Weasley waved to us again. We had said goodbye a few minutes ago.

"Ready?" I asked Ginny as we boarded the train.

"Ready as I'll ever be." Ginny replied with a small sigh. We walked onto the train, then down the corridor until we found a compartment with Neville Longbottom and Luna Lovegood.

"Oh, hello." greeted Luna dreamily.

"Hi Luna." I said as Ginny and I put our luggage on the racks in our compartment.

"Eliza! Ginny! I didn't know you guys were going to be able to come. Are Harry, Ron, and Hermione coming? Or are the Daily Prophet rumors true?" Neville asked excitedly. Ginny sat beside Neville and I beside Luna.

"They left. They were left a... job to do." I said a bit sadly.

"Oh... Well, how do you guys think this year is gonna be?" He asked.

"Oh don't get me started." Ginny answered, rubbing her forehead.

"I think it will be a adventure." Luna said happily.

"Three words," I said. "Show. No. Mercy." everyone nodded along.

"And Snape is headmaster,." Ginny said. It was my turn to nod now.

"Don't remind me." I grumbled.

After a few minutes of traveling on the train I felt a sudden burst of heat in my body. Then I went complexly cold. I felt like I was choking and extremely dizzy. Everything around me began to blur together.

"Eliza!" Voices shouted around me in unison as I slumped down.

I dreamed back to a few years ago at the last event of the Triwizard Tournament. I dreamed of me sitting in the bleachers next to Ron and Hermione anxiously looking at the foggy maze and suddenly visualizing myself in a graveyard. I could see myself in the bleachers and I could see two people I did not want to see in the dark and misty graveyard.

Cedric Diggory was covered in dirt talking with Harry. Harry doubled over grasping his scar. I willed myself out of the vision and managed to grasp the bench I was sitting on in the present.

A fire suddenly shot up underneath a cauldron in the graveyard. I tried to shout for help but couldn't will myself to do it. I felt my body in the present time flinching madly.

"Kill the spare!" A chilling voice commanded.

"Avada Kedavra!" another shouted. A beam of light hit Cedric Diggory in the chest. I somehow got back into the bleachers of the tournament for a few seconds and a few tears fell down my face.

Then I was back in the graveyard. Harry was pinned up in a gravestone. Peter Pettigrew took a knife and cut Harry's skin. I was back in the bleachers trying to get my eyes to open long enough to tell someone but couldn't. Finally I saw the duel between Voldemort and Harry when Cedric told Harry to take his body back and my parents appeared as ghosts to help him.