Raised By A Killer // Harry Potter FanFic //

Taking On Slytherin

Crap. I think as I open my eyes so suddenly I have to close them again.
"Oh crap," I moan out loud.

"Trista? Are you awake?" I hear Hermione's voice float across the room from her bed.

"Unfortunately yes. Please tell me I don't have to play today." I beg. It was finally here, my first quidditch game. To say I was a bit nervous would be an understatement.

"Trista, you'll be fine. Let's get dressed and eat now. You won't feel like it in a few hours."

I silently agree and begin to dress, but not in what I'll wear beneath my quidditch robes just yet. Hermione and I were the only ones down at the great hall, besides from Dumbledore, who swiftly got up off his chair and came to see us.

Without thinking, I blurt out, "if I fall off my broom can you please save me?!"

Dumbledore laughs lightly. "Oh Trista, you know I could never let a student fall to death, it would look awfully bad on my reputation."

I took that as a yes. "Thanks," I smile, but he's already walking away.

"He's a mysterious one, isn't he?" I ask Hermione and she giggles and nods.

We help ourselves to some food, and I eat as much as I can make myself. I knew Hermione would be right, because once I've finished I know i wouldn't be able to eat now. My stomach was doing flips; front and backward. Harry comes down for breakfast and tells us he has had another dream, this time so clear it was as if he was there.

"Hermione I know where it is," Harry says and I jump up.

"Where?" Hermione asks.

"The department of mysteries, remember when I went to the ministry for my trial."

"Wait! Hold up a sec! You had to go to a trial? Why didn't you tell me that?" I ask shocked.

"Trust me, it is something I've been trying to forget about, sorry..." he adds but I wave my head to show I'm not bothered.

"We've forgotten to tell Trista something else," Hermione says. "Who you saw in front of the department of mysteries. Remember you saw," Hermione voice drops to a whisper, "Lucius Malfoy."

"Hermione you are dead right!" Harry yells and I pull my head back from the small huddle we had unconsciously made. "I bet that is where the thing Sirius said Voldemort is looking for is!"

"What?" I ask, surprised why my Dad was mentioned.

"Oh you weren't there for that either! Sorry!" Harry says, "basically Sirius thinks-"

"Shhhh!" Hermione cuts him off. I turn my head and see Draco has come into the great hall.

"Trista, Sirius thinks Voldemort is after something he didn't have last time he was getting stronger." Harry whispers.

"But what could it be if it's in the department of mysteries?" I ask.

"I'm not sure, maybe I can find out next time I have a vision-"

"No!" Hermione yells and Draco laughs from the other side of the hall. "You can't do that Harry!"

"Fine, I won't," Harry says but we aren't convinced.

"Well, I better go and get dressed, the game starts in...an hour! Oh crap, crap, crap."

"You'll be alright Trista," Harry smiles.

I nod and run back to the common room and my dorm. I change quickly and grab my broom, whisper to it "please don't let me fall" and go back to where Fred was sitting in the common room.