Gifted (Harry Potter) - On Hold

Chapter 4 - Announcement

Recap:

 "Even though you all know about me, we still have a lot of catching up to do!" I exclaim, clapping my hands together like a child. They all laugh and agree.

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Chapter 4 - Announcement

Ravenna's POV:

   We had spent the last hour or two simply catching up. They told me everything that had happened in great detail, and since Ron was hungry, we had ordered snacks off the food trolley as well. We had pulled back the curtains and a few people had popped in to visit, two of them being Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan. When they were told who I was, they too were shocked. They also wanted answer, but like everyone else who visited, they didn't get any.

   "So everyone came back to Hogwarts?" I ask. "Yup, everyone! The teachers all decided that whatever year level we were doing last year, we would redo. Nobody learnt anything last year." Ron answers, stuffing himself with a chocolate frog. "I still don't get how a sixteen year old could become a death eater though!" I exclaim, munching on a pumpkin pastie. "Well, I don't get how my best friend turned out to be a Gifted witch! But you are. So Malfoy could be a death eater at sixteen. It's not impossible!" Hermione retorts. I guess, as usual, she’s right. Like me, Malfoy becoming a death eater at sixteen is as rare as me being Gifted. It's rare, but not impossible.

   Ron and Harry groan under their breaths. "Speak of the devil..." Ron mutters, just as the carriage door is pulled open. In walks a tall, white-blonde haired boy with grey eyes, and I'm guessing, that this is the infamous ex-death eater, Draco Malfoy. Flanking his sides, are two huge boys that look a bit like baboons, which I can only guess, are Crabbe and Goyle.

   "Well, well, well. Looks like the whole gang made it back this year!" Draco drawls. "What do you want?" Harry asks impatiently, gritting his teeth. Looks as if even though Harry, Ron and Hermione had saved Draco and his gang several times, they are all still the 'foul, loathsome, evil, little cockroaches' before I left. "Oh, who said I wanted anything? I'm just coming down here to say 'hello'!" Draco mocks and Crabbe and Goyle start laughing. I can't help raising my eyebrows at them.

   Draco seems to finally see at me and he looks me up and down. "And who are you? You could do so much better than this lot! You should come sit with us instead." He remarks. "Is that so? I distinctly remember you... what was it? Oh I remember! You, and I quote, 'wanted nothing to do with me'." I smirk.

   He looks confused and asks, "So we've met? And if I said that, it means you’re either a mudblood or a blood traitor!" He proclaims. "Blood traitor." I shrug, not caring. "Well, who are you exactly?" Draco asks again. I smile sweetly and answer, "Ravenna Thorne. No need to ask who you are. Blonde hair, a bad attitude and the dark mark on your arm? You must be Draco Malfoy." I smirk as he drops his mouth open and stares at me.

   Behind him, Crabbe and Goyle nudge each other and start muttering things. "It can't be her! Rumors said she died!" Goyle whispers loudly. "Rumors are rumors. They're not all true! Maybe it is her!" Crabbe whispers back. "Shut up both of you!" Draco shouts, turning to glare at them. Immediately, they stop talking. Whoa. Someone has anger issues. "Potter, is she really Thorne?" Draco asks, turning to Harry. I roll my eyes and say, "I'm right here, and I think I know who I am. Geez." He turns to look at me again, this time assessing me. Probably to see if I look anything like I used to. Which I don't.

   "Well, whatever. Let's go." Draco turns around and leads his baboons out of our carriage. "Merlin's beard! That took long enough!" Ron exclaims letting out a deep breath. I chuckle. "Technically, Merlin doesn't have a beard!" I retort laughing at the mental image.