Invictus

Friends?

Olivia usually roamed the hallways of Hogwarts by herself, past midnight, when she knew the Head Boy and Head Girl would either be sleeping or occupied with endeavors of their own. The ghosts were the worst part to become accustomed to. They were gory and unnatural, but nighttime was the only quiet and alone time she could have all day. It was a special treat, only when the days were long and tiresome.

Harry seemed to have found good, loyal friends. They were called Hermione and Ron and called by other students the 'Golden Trio' as a result of the numerous time they have gotten themselves into trouble, even almost opening the Chamber of Secrets. Olivia wished to find friends as cool as them, but everyone saw her as Harry's little sister, insignificant little sister. Everyone thought Harry was the one that destroyed Voldemort because he was so adventurous and cool and Olivia was friendly and nice to everyone, too soft, too kind to ever be able to destroy anything. Everyone wondered why the Hat had chosen her to be in Slytherin and for that reason, no one really wanted to be her friend. Most people thought of her as a mistake and she felt like it too.

Lily watched her kids from a distance. She wanted to give them space to grow and be free, but trouble and attention always followed Harry. She was thankful for teaching Olivia to be private and well-behaved and thoughtful with her choices because while rumors were spreading like wildfire, there was no proof of the scar. As long as no one had seen a peculiar and particular scar on Harry or Olivia, rumors were just rumors. They choose to live in ignorance while they could. When the bell rang, a newly implanted system to warn students about the start of their classes earlier, Lily realized she was the teacher and needed to be in the classroom before the students, so she quickly waved for Olivia and Harry at the dining hall.

After shoving everything she could down her throat for the entirety of breakfast, Olivia grabbed her bag and walked to the gardens, ready for Hadrig class. It was a nice class with a nice teacher, but she often dozed off and admired nature and the castle's architecture every lesson. Hadrig didn't mind as long as she did the homework and was respectful and learned something.

— Today, we are treating the Billywig! They are tiny teenie creatures from down under, 'Straya! Good, good insects. — Hadrig seemed so radiant and excited regarding the insects, it was beautiful. — To make it MOR' exciting, the goodies have been spread across the garden. Be careful, aye. They are tiny and beautiful, be CAREFUL.

Olivia walked around until she lost track of where she was actually going and found herself in front of the lake. It was beautiful, yet she couldn't wait for the Christmas holidays and to see Sirius and Remus, to have her family under one roof again. Olivia genuinely did not care for the Billywigs, she wished them a happy and long life away from her. Draco also did not care as he was leaning in a tree, clearly skipping class and watching the lake, when Olivia walked straight ahead. He didn't hate her, but he also wasn't fond of her.

Olivia only felt a strong push and her body slapping in the water. It was so cold and she had never learned how to swim. She had never liked the water that much, but now she regretted it. Now, when her arms were up, moving frantically, and her mouth couldn't scream for help, she wishes she had learned.

— Why didn't you just swim? Are you crazy? — It was Draco. He was red and he seemed worried.

— YOU are crazy! You pushed me! — She screamed and wanted to push him away, but he was the only thing holding her now.

— And what about it? Just swim back. — His arms were about to leave Olivia there, but she held on tighter.

— I can't swim. I thought you were smart enough to have realized that.

— Oh, for Merlin's sake, you are so annoyi-

Draco had realized he had never seen Olivia's hair wet. He had never seen how her face looked without her hair covering it or her forehead or how her face looked this close. His father had told him to befriend, to turn the right Potter to their cause, and to always look for the forehead. He thought it was Harry and he never saw the scar, because Harry's hair was always messy and they weren't friends.

— Draco? Can we go back now? — Olivia asked politely.

— Your scar... It's you?

— You mean, is it you? Don't they give grammar lessons in this school?

— You are the one that destroyed You-Know-Who.

Olivia realized that the water had pushed back her hair and Draco, the person that possibly hated her the most, knew her secret. Pleading and begging would not help, so she just stood there, staring at him.

- Aren't you going to say anything? At all?

- I don't think you have any friends, Draco. Real, good friends like I used to have before I moved here and had to deal with this magic stuf-

- What is even your point?

- You could use some real, good friends and I could use them too and friends keep secrets.

- OLIVIA POTTER! WHAT AR YOUSE DOIN' THERE? - It was Hadrig, very, very angry.