Harry Potter and the last Potter (fanfic)

Apologies & Quidditch

I didn't sleep well that night. I stayed up nearly all night wondering what Snape had meant by 'should the Potter's be warned?' Warned? About what? Why the both of us? I mean, we both know that Sirius Black wants to kill Harry because he defeated the Dark Lord. But why me, too? How does he know about the secret child?

We returned to the common room to get ready for our day of lessons at Hogwarts and were shocked to find the Fat Lady gone! Not just gone. Replaced. By Sir Cadogan.

Sir Cadogan was another knight in a portrait, although he might be more annoying than Sir Benjamin! Now that's hard to beat.

"Who goes there?! You Rogues! Who dares challenge, Sir Cadogan?! Back! Get back you scurvy braggarts!" He screams at anyone walking past.

"He's barking!" Said Ron to us as we walked through the common room.

We stood at the stairs before walking into our dorms discussing the new guardian of our door.

"Do you blame him?" Said Hermione with Crookshanks in her arms, "after what happened to the Fat Lady... and plus, none of the other paintings would take the job,"

Just then, Neville went to walk through to his dorm. When he saw us in the way, he stopped, clearly stressed out, and complained "he keeps changing the passwords! Twice, just this morning! I've had to make a list and-" He pulled out a scrunched up piece of parchment, but Harry, Ron and Hermione went to their rooms by the time he looked up to show us. He sighed through his nose and slumped his shoulders.

"Let's see," I asked, pretending I care.

The parchment read:
Flibbertigibbet
Oddsbodikins

"Jheeze, Neville... you really need to work on your handwritting," I gave it back to him and went upstairs to my room.

Hermione and Ginny were dressing in their robes. I jumped on to my bed and screamed into my pillow.

"Maria? Are you ok?" Said Hermione

I turned my head to face them and noticed they'd each frozen mid- putting on their jumper and robe.

"No." i squealed pushing my head back into my pillow.

I felt the two sit on the bed and someone held my back when they jumped back and let out a gasp.

"What?" I jumped up, worried it was something horrific like a spider.

"Maria, you're- you're freezing!" Said Ginny with a worried face
"So it's a bit chilly... i'm not going to die am i?" I exasperated
"No! I mean..." she croaked rubbing her hand to warm it up, she then looked at Hermione for help.

Hermione reached her arm over to touch my hand and when she did, she jumped back with disbelief in her eyes.

"You're colder than snow, Maria... being that cold, you'd be dead..." Hermione told me, her hand to her heart.

"Dead?!" I yelled. Knowing there were ghost in the castle, for all i know, i could be one, too. I stood up and felt for my pulse, which was there. So i'm not dead. Why am i so apparently cold?

"Maybe it's your special power!" Said Ginny
"What? The power to play dead? It doesn't work like that, Ginny... it only works with like weather i think- when im upset or angry- or in Snape's lesson's case, concentrating really hard-"
"Oh my god!" Interrupted Hermione, her pretty brown eyes now wide open, "you're power works on emotion yes?"