Eliza Potter: Harry Potters Sister 3

Chapter 4: D.A. Reuniting

"I can't believe this." Ginny repeated for the fourth time that evening.

"I know- it's mad." Seamus added in yet again.

"Well what did you expect. I mean, with Tom being in power you have to assume that it wouldn't be the same this year..." I trailed off as the three people next to me near the hearth in Gryffindor common room all stared with confused expressions. I awkwardly readjusted my left sleeve and made sure it was covered.

"Who in the bloody hell is Tom?" Questioned Seamus as the awkward silence was broken.

"Sorry, I- uh," I hesitated for a moment as I formulated what I would say to cover my dumb mistake. "It's the name Hermione and I used to call you-know-who I should have known you guys wouldn't know it." the people looked unconvinced though Ginny of course knew. I cleared my throat. "What do you think we will learn in the dark arts?" I changed he subject.

"Who knows," replied Neville as we all gazed into the burning fire in front of us. "But I know it won't be kind." everyone nodded in agreement. That didn't need to be said at all.

"Alright, we should all go to bed... You know, a big day for all of us tomorrow." I encouraged.

"Yeah." said Ginny getting to her feet. She bade everyone goodnight and started towards our dormitory.

"Night Seamus, Goodnight Neville... Be careful tomorrow guys." I said before spinning on my heel and running up the stairs. I entered the room. Our two other roommates were asleep Ginny was newly changed into her pajamas. I walked to my trunk and pulled out Harry's white t-shirt and some red shorts to sleep in. I got changed in the closet and then slipped into my warm four poster bed. I slowly drifted off into sleep.

"Tom... Tom?" I called into the darkness.

I was in the forbidden forest near Hogwarts. Fireflies flickered by leaving me with small flashes of lights as I slowly inched my way further into the forest. My nerves were on fire and my heart pumped at mile a minute.

"Tom?" I repeated. "Are you there? I- I got your note," I said. There was a small rustling in the trees near me.

I turned around to look at a big old tree in the forest. There was a old wooden rope swing hanging from on of the tree branches. The swing was swinging ominously. Panic rushed through my veins as I watched the swing continue flying.

"Tom is that you?" I asked. Suddenly three things seemed to happen at once. A figure appeared on the swing and jumped at me. It knocked me over with such force that I blacked out on the forest floor. I heard myself scream...

I woke up with my blankets wrapped tightly around me and constricting my body movements. I pulled them off of my body and as that my white shirt was covered in a cold sweat. My whole body was shaking violently and my scar burned viciously. I swung my legs over the side of my bed and gripped the mattress edges tightly. Staring at the stone ground, I tried to slow my breathing and calm down. It was not a easy thing to do as I felt sweat roll from my forehead and saw it drip onto the floor. I had a migraine and felt sick.

Very shakily I stood on the cold stone floor and walked to my school trunk. After fiddling with the golden clasps for a few minutes with my shaky hands I looked inside for my sweatshirt. I lifted it up and pulled it over my head. My hands adjusted it and my hair. Then I went to the door.

"Alohomora," I whispered into the darkness. The lock clicked open and I slowly opens the creaky door. It was dark in the hall. "Colloportus," I said and the door locked itself. With one final spell I was ready. "Lumos," my wand tip ignited and I made my way to Gryffindor common room.

The fire was lit as were all the candles that lit the room. I was extremely sick and unsteady in my feet as I made my way to the main couch. I sat on the red couch and stared at the dying fire embers for a long time. Wind blew through the cracks of the windows of the common room leaving me with a cool breeze to cling to. 'Maybe this same breeze had hit Harry Hermione and Ron' I thought to myself. Thinking of Harry only made me more sick.

I was in my own world until the portrait home swing open. I sprung up from the couch with my wand firmly in my hand looking into the shadows until I saw the person clambering into the common room. It was none other than Neville Longbottom.

"Neville?" I called out.

"Oh, it's only you Eliza," Neville called out happily as he walked over towards me. I sat back onto the couch with a sigh and Neville joined me.

"So, where were you?" I asked after a few minutes of utter silence.

"Nothing... Just went for a walk. Wanted to see the security for at night. Barely made it back to the common room. It's pretty tight. What about you? What are you doing up? It's almost two in the morning," Neville said without hesitating.

"Oh- I, um... Couldn't sleep," I said hesitantly so I could come up with a excuse.

"Really? You seem look you just ran a 5k-" Neville looked at my face which I wiped the sweat off of with my sleeve. "Eliza, are you okay?" He sounded concerned.

"Perfectly... Just- er- missing Harry is all," I said. That lie did the trick all right.

"Well, I think all of us are missing Harry... Though of course you are his younger sister. I'm sure he's missing you to," Neville said. Then Neville surprised me. He very awkwardly hugged me. After we broke away I smiled at him.

"Hey Nev, how tight was this security?" I asked maliciously. A plan had just come to mind.

"Well, I could get around it if I was careful but it's difficult depending on where you are," Neville said. He then looked at me as I started laughing slightly. "Why?" He asked me slowly.

"I think Dumbledores Army has some work to do,"

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Hey Fruends!

I have a bit of explaining to do regarding why I haven't uploaded in so long. To be honest wi g You I've been in a pretty bad state. I started high school and I am an official freshman now. It's not as bad I beloved it would be, but I hardly speak at all. My mom asked me if I wanted to start back up therapy yesterday and I realized that although I wanted to I don't think I can. I hates therapy so much. Going back seems like literal hell, though I know I should go anyway. On September 29 my phone was stolen at school which left me unable to write for a while. After I managed to buy a refurbished one in October I couldn't write. My mental health has been quite awful recently. I just can't stay happy. It's been getting better over the past week or two though, so I'm hoping to start uploading weekly again. I love you all so much! Please stay safe!

-mkkn