Lost. Harry Potter's sister

chapter twelve

It was a week later and the fact that I was now a Triwizard champion and everybody knew my secret, seemed to have sunk in a little bit. The snarky comments still hadn't stopped and people were still giving me trashy looks, but the number of them seemed to have decreased majorly since a week ago. I would get a little jolt of pain in my heart every time I heard a new rumour or whisper about me, but I tried to not let them get the better of me.

I was sitting in Snape's potion class, still working on our antidotes, and his words seemed to be forming slurs or unclear clouds, whirling around my brain. I sit next to Draco, again, and he seems to be focusing well, but I just can't. Nothing seems to be going in. I look over at Harry, who seems just as unfocused as I am, twirling his quill in his fingers and staring in front of him, absentmindedly. I need something to take me away from this torture-

Knock knock knock.

The door opens and Colin Creevey, a third year Gryffindor, steps in, his eyes falling on Harry, me and then Snape. Snape glares at him, impatiently.

"Yes?" He says, curtly.

"Please sir, I'm supposed to take Harry and Olivia Potter upstairs." Colin says, shyly, his smile had faded from his eager face.

"The Potters have another hour of Potions to complete." Snape says, glaring down his long nose. "They will come upstairs once class is finished."

"S-sir, Mr Bagman wants him," he said, nervously, "All the champions have to go, I think they want to take photographs."

It felt like someone had just dropped a large stone in the pit of my stomach. That was the last thing I needed. It's bad enough the whole school knowing, let alone the whole Wizarding world. My body is filled with dread. Ron was staring at the ceiling, pretending to not be interested. I look to my left, Draco has his eyes on me and he gives me a half-hearted smile.

"Very well, very well!" Snape said, "Leave your things here, Potter, I want you back here to test your antidotes."

"Please sir - they've go to take their things with them. All-"

"Very well!" He snaps, "Take your things and get out of my sight!"

I swing my bag over my shoulder and head for the door, as quickly as I could ignoring some of the Potter stinks badges being flashed at us by the Slytherins.

"It's amazing isn't it?" Colin said, as soon as Harry shut the dungeon door, "you two being champion!"

"Yes, amazing." Harry said, flatly.

"Funny, I didn't even know you two were siblings, well I don't think anyone-"

"What do they want photos for Colin?" I say cutting him off.

"The Daily Prophet, I think."

"Oh great, exactly what we need, more publicity," Harry groans.

We continue waking through the corridors and Colin lead us to a small wooden door at the foot of one of the moving staircases.

"Good luck!" He says, brightly and walks away. Harry knocks on the wooden door and we entered. The classroom was fairly small, with a large space at the front and desks pushed to the back of the room. There was three desks placed end to end at the front of the room, however, draped with a long length of purple velvet. There was five chairs sat in front of the desks and Ludo Bagman along with a witch I didn't recognise were sitting in a couple of them.

Krum was standing moodily in the corner, as usual and Cedric and Fleur were in a deep conversation. Bagman suddenly spotted us standing in the doorway and his eyes lit up.