Forever his ~ Harry Potter's daughter

11. Fall

Couple people said that Cedric would be a good match, but this is based on the order of phoenix. So.... Cedric is kinda dead. R.I.P Cedric.

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"Miss Potter." An annoying female voice said behind me. I turned around with a sigh to see a toad faces woman wearing bright pink.

"Professor Umbridge." I mumbled while rolling my eyes.

"Miss Potter, follow me. Mr Potter join us. We have to speak to the minister of magic." She said and Harry and I gave each other a questioning look before following the pink freak.

The minister of magic was waiting for us at Dumbledore's office. He was glaring at Harry, unhappy about Harry's claims of Voldemort's return.

"Reach out your arms." He said without polite starting conversation.

"Why?" Harry asked while I straightened my arm to the minister of magic.

"It's okay. He wants to do a test. To see if we are related." I said and watched Harry lift his arm next to mine.

The minister wasn't happy when the spell he used identified us as related. So he did multiple more. Non of which revealed how we were related, just that we are.

"Are you done?" I asked feeling irritated on how much time of ours he was wasting.

"It seems that you are indeed family..." Fudge said. "Go now."

"Potters. Behave." Umbridge added wanting to get the last word.

We walked down the stairs knowing that we had missed our potions class. The only class of today. "Assholes." I groaned.

"Harry, Selenia! You need to see this!" Ron yelled as we stepped out from between the wings of the gargoyle at the front of Dumbledore's office. Ron was waving a magazine around. "The daily prophet."

"Show me." Harry ordered and watched as Ron flipped through the pages to show us an article written by... Rita Sceeter.

'Yesterday a new school year started at Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. However this year seems to be full of excitement and drama since once again a Potter is stirring up trouble. However this isn't the boy who lived that we are talking about. Yesterday I received information from numerous reliable young students that another Potter has entered Hogwarts. A mystery girl by the name Selenia Potter earlier seen leaving the infirmary, acting confused and later leaving headmaster Dumbledore's office. By reports after the girl was sorted into gryffindor, she left with Mr. Potter only returning late into the night. So who is this gorgeous mystery girl? Earlier this summer rumors were revolving about a possible wedding! Is this our savior's newly wed bride? Perhaps a relative? Tune in tomorrow for more information.'

We silently read and quite quickly I felt amused: "Well we did have a lovely wedding." I chuckled. "Wedding of the century I'd say."

This was somewhat of a tradition in our family. In the future at least. When someone makes an article of us with faulty information we turn in into a joke.

"Yeah you were so beautiful in your wedding dress." Harry said with a fake serious expression.

"Wedding of the century!" The Weasley twins joked suddenly throwing around rice.

'And where did they get rice?' I thought bursting into laughter with the others.

"Yeah right. Idiots." I chuckled.

"Three days of no classes." Harry sighed suddenly. This wasn't a sad or a tired sigh but rather a relieved one.

"Nice. Free friday too." I smiled and spoke to the twins: "How about some mischief?"

Well everyone knows they can't say no to that.

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Pure chaos. That's what we caused. But it was happy chaos... Mostly.

We had turned all the stairs in hogwarts into slides and students were riding them down all the while laughing. The ones that weren't laughing were the ones that had some sort of urgent business upstairs.

The funniest part was when McGonagall came to a stop before a staircase. With a stern look towards us -we could see she knew this was our doing- she somehow gracefully sat onto the top of the slide and came down holding on to her hat.

I wish we could have stayed and watched but we were too busy running away.

"This was a great idea Selenia." George said while running.

"Yeah. How come we never thought of it before?" Fred questioned.

"We are going to lead Snape into a staircase." George said exhilarated.

"Well I'm not going to take part in that." I laughed. "And anyway maybe McGonagall won't find us if we split up."

"Good idea." The twins said and ran towards the dungeons.

I went to the other direction and slowed my run into a walk.

Too busy looking over my shoulder for an approaching McGonagall to notice where I was going.

"Hey look out!" Someone yelled.

Turning to look ahead I saw I was on a ledge near the moving staircases.

It was too late to grab onto anything...

With a piercing scream I left myself fall until a sudden jerk on my arm left me dangling on the edge with a 25 floor drop under myself.

"Hold on!" Someone commanded.

I looked up to see light blue eyes looking down at me with a firm grip on my hand. I felt tears rise to my eyes and then fall down my cheek. His hand is wrapped around my wrist, painfully tight.

"Don't let me fall." I begged my fear rising through.

"I won't." He promised trying to sound calm. "Give me your other hand."

I reached out to him, but ended up grabbing the ledge. He grabbed my hand from the edge and pulled me up to safety.

I sat there catching my breath, I could hear people running up the stairs towards us wondering loudly what had happened.

"Are you okay?" He asked looking at me with worry in his eyes.

"Yeah. I just need a moment." I said before looking at him again. "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

My savior had blonde, almost white hair, nicely styled. He had high cheekbones and a straight jaw. Beautiful.

Why did he look so familiar?...

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Soo... She met Draco.

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