The Oldest Potter (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 10: Names Revealed And Pranks pulled

Almost a week later, I'm 17 years old. Old enough to add my name into the goblet. I ran into the great hall at breakfast one day with a slip of paper in my hand.
Slowing down, I stepped up next to Viktor and put my name in the goblet. He high fives me, then glances off to the side. I followed his gaze and saw he was looking at Hermione.
I elbowed him in the side and smirked at him. He blushed a bit. I gaped at him. He never blushes. He smacks me in the arm and looks back at Hermione with a smile. She smiled back.
I wink at her, wiggling my eyebrows. She blushes then looks back at her book.
When I turn back to Viktor, he glares at me. I just shrug innocently. He walks me out of the great hall putting his arm around my shoulders.

"Happy Birthday Ally" he says, handing me a small box.
I look at him
"Vik you didn't have to do this."

"Nonsense! Your one of my best friends! It's my duty to get you a gift."

I smiled at him and opened the box.
Inside, was a snitch the size of a pendant, with the inscription of our first national quidditch game on it. The snitch was attached to a chain.

I gasped. It was beautiful.
"Vik, what?"

He took it out of the box, and put it on me.
"It's the snitch from our first game. I still have it and I wanted something for you to remember it by. I shrunk it a bit, but it will still move it's wings."

I hugged him. It was an amazing present.
"Thankyouthankyouthankyou!" He chuckled and hugged me back.

"Now c'mon, you're supposed to be going to class right about now, aren't you?"

I cursed. I was. Running off to class, I yelled over my shoulder,
"Thanks Princess Vikkie!"

"Your welcome Daenerys!"

~Time Skip~

After all my classes, I started walking to the great hall for lunch. Draco walked with me, seeing as Ron and Harry still aren't talking to me.
We talked about the Tri- wizard tournament mostly today. About how I put my name in, what the tasks might be, and more. He dropped a serious question though when we were passing through an empty hallway.

"What's your last name?"

I tried to keep a strait face in my reply.
"I'm not aloud to tell. You know that."

He sighed "I know, but you can tell me if I get it right or not, correct?"
I nodded

"Are you a Potter?"

That made me stop. He figured it out.
"Yes"

His expression was full of sympathy, not disgust or anger like I would have thought.
"Harry doesn't know you exist does he?"

I shook my head, a tear going down my face.
"He was too little to remember me. He remembers our parents, but he doesn't remember me."

"Hey. Everything will be fine. Now, let's go. I want food"

We continued walking towards the great hall.
"Why aren't you upset or disgusted by me? I thought you might hate me when you found out that I was Harry's sister. The other Slytherins definitely will."

He laughed a bit, making me look at him confused.
"The Slytherins won't hate you or be disgusted. We may have to act like it in front of our parents, but we all love you. We respect you on a higher level than you know. We're here for you if you need us. In fact, I think the whole school is."