Our time •|Harry Potters Twin Sister|• {book two}

Chapter 4

Me and Hermione met Harry and Ron in the common room the next morning and Harry told us all about Malfoy and how Harry eavesdropped on him. Draco had been gloating about being "in" with Voldemort and having a special mission.

It seemed suspicious and I was ready to become detective Potter.

No i have definitely not been reading any detective books.

But on the other hand, I didn't want anything to do with Draco. That chapter was over and so I'm going to try leave it to Harry.

Harry couldn't say all he wanted though because so many people were trying to listen in. Trying to act discreetly about it a couple pointed at Harry and whispered to one another.

"It's rude to point," Ron snapped at a particularly minuscule first-year boy as they joined the queue to climb out of the portrait hole. The boy, who had been muttering something about Harry behind his hand to his friend, promptly turned scarlet and toppled out of the hole in alarm. Ron sniggered.

"I love being a sixth year. And we're going to be getting free time this year. Whole periods when we can just sit up here and relax."

"We're going to need that time for studying, Ron!" said Hermione, as they set off down the corridor.

"Yeah, but not today," said Ron. "Today's going to be a real doss, I reckon."

"Hold it!" said Hermione, throwing out an arm and halting a passing fourth year, who was attempting to push past her with a lime-green disk clutched tightly in his hand. "Fanged Frisbees are banned, hand it over," she told him sternly. The scowling boy handed over the snarling Frisbee, ducked under her arm, and took off after his friends. Ron waited for him to vanish, then tugged the Frisbee from Hermione's grip.

"Excellent, I've always wanted one of these."
Hermione's remonstration was drowned by a loud giggle; Lavender Brown had apparently found Ron's remark highly amusing. She continued to laugh as she passed them, glancing back at Ron over her shoulder. Ron looked rather pleased with himself.

I scowled at her. And she hurried out the hall rather quickly as I turned to see if Hermione noticed.

She apparently had not.

The ceiling of the Great Hall was serenely blue and streaked with frail, wispy clouds, just like the squares of sky visible through the high mullioned windows. While we tucked into porridge and eggs and bacon, Harry and Ron told Hermione and I about their embarrassing conversation with Hagrid the previous evening.

"But he can't really think we'd continue Care of Magical Crea- tures!" she said, looking distressed. "I mean, when has any of us ex- pressed . . . you know . . . any enthusiasm?"

"If you feel that guilty, just talk to him about it. I did. He will understand. It's better than letting him find out when you don't show up to his class." I said.

They nodded and glumly waves back to Hagrid when he waved at us, cheerily.

I finished my eggs and bacon, just as McGonagall arrived at our places.

"Morning Professor" I greeted. Turning around in my seat.

She nodded at me and turned to Hermione who was immediately cleared for Charms, Defence Against The Dark Arts, Transfiguration, Herbology, Arithmancy, Ancient Runes, and potions and shot off the her first period Ancient Runes without further ado.

"So, Potter, Potter . . ." said Professor McGonagall, consulting her notes as she turned to Harry. "Charms, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Herbology, Transfiguration . . . all fine. I must say, I was pleased with your Transfiguration mark, Potter, very pleased. Now, why haven't you applied to continue with Potions? I thought it was your ambition to become an Auror?"