• gryffιndor • under heavy editing

8. Things Change

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Y/N means Your Name
M/N means Middle Name
L/N means Last Name
F/C means Favorite Color
E/C means Eye Color

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●Y/N's POV●

I stretch my body as the twins cannot stop grinning goofily. "What?" I say and look at them happily. "Guess what day is today!" they both say in unison. "I don't know.. How long was I sleeping?" I answer with a question.

"You are sleeping for four days, actually," begins Fred. "And, Dumbledore decided to leave us have a match in Quidditch against Slytherin!" George finishes.

I gasp. "Really?!" and yell. "And guess what else!" they say at the same time. "What?" I chirp with pure happiness. "Harry can't take place,", "because he sprained his ankle", "And you will be our Seeker!" they inform me.

My smile gets bigger as excitement dominates me, making me forget the important stuff; Snape is in Voldemort's side and he himself is close on attacking...

I hug them again and give each a kiss on the cheek. Fred messes my hair and George blushes while grinning. We get out of the hospital wing and head for the Great Hall, since it's time for breakfast.

Once I step in from the tall door, every table gets uncomfortably quiet. My cheeks heat up and I look at every student. All eyes are on me.

Fred places his hand on my shoulders and takes me to the Gryffindor table. When I sit down, intense whispers get exchanged between students, except from the Gryffindors.

Anger dominates me and I can feel my aura making the twins feel uncomfortable. I raise to my feet and yell; "Silence!!" with all my strength.

The flames that exist as decorations and hang from the ceiling grow up and change color. They become a brilliant F/C, like the thunders from my wand when I cast spells.

The tension only grows instead of vanishing, causing me to eye everyone with pure anger. The flames keeps getting intense by each passing second. I got even more angry and yell again "What are you looking at?!".

The windows shatter, as students who stand by them panic. I instantly regret my outburst. And now the dominant feeling inside of me is sadness.

"I'm sorry.." I mutter once I calm down. "What was that?" Fred manages to ask. I look at him with a sorrowful glare and his expression softens. "I don't know.." I simply answer.

Dumbledore emerges in, behind him following McGonagall and.... Snape.. When I see him, hatred overwhelms me. I get up and walk to the confused professors.

I take out my wand as I speed walk at Snape. "You!" I say in the verge of tears. He looks at me with a stern glare, which is supposed to make me back down.

I stand tall in front of him, mentally cursing him, for being so much taller than me. Dumbledore realises what I'm talking about, but doesn't speak.

I point my wand at Snape. "You traitor!" I shout and the flames roar once more. He looks at me with a cold glare, but I look at him with a twice colder glare.

"How could you?!" I say and my voice cracks. My wand creates sparks and small F/C thunders, as it's about to shoot at him. Dumbledore mutters something and everything goes black.

●Fred's P.O.V.●

Y/N falls to the floor unconscious and the flames immediately die. The whole Hall is silent, not knowing if to believe the rumors that were born before she wakes up from her four-day sleep;

She's Voldemort's daughter...