Elizabeth Potter, the girl who lived.
Harry Potter, the boy who lived.
Facing Voldemort again.
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t. 1991 ~ 1992 (PS era)
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Started: 2/11/20
Completed: 7/2/21
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I only own Elizabeth Potter, that is all.
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HARRY, YOU DID IT!
"Harry, you need to eat," I encouraged, pushing a plate of toast towards him. The match was due to start in half an hour and Harry hadn't eaten anything since I was discharged from the hospital wing. Seeing as I missed dinner the previous night, I wolfed as much as I could down until I was feeling physically sick. I had four pieces of toast, three pancakes - all covered in mixed berries and syrup - a bowl of cereal and a full English. Even after all of this, I still couldn't eat as much as Ron did and I seriously wondered how that boy could eat so much.
"Take a bit of toast, mate, go on," Ron kept pushing.
"Lizzy and Ron's right, Harry. You're gonna need your strength today," Hermione added.
"I'm not hungry," Harry muttered. Before I could scold him for being so dumb, Snape's cold voice sounded behind us; a voice he had never ever used with me and only with Hermione, Harry and Ron.
"Good luck today, Potter. Then again, now that you've proven yourself against a troll, a little game of Quidditch should be easy work for you, even if it is against Slytherin," He directed to Harry, staring at him strangely. It wasn't until he spotted me sitting across from him, next to Ron, did he ease and send me a small smile.
"Good luck, Elizabeth. You'll do great," Snape said quickly.
"Thank you, professor," I nodded. He nodded back and walked away with a slight limp, hobbling towards the teachers table.
"That explains the blood," Harry muttered to himself but the three of us heard.
"Blood?" Hermione questioned.
"Listen," Harry started, "last night, I'm guessing Snape let the troll in as a diversion so he could try and get past that three-headed dog. But, he got himself bitten, that's why he's limping."
"But why would anyone go near that dog?" Hermione asked, skeptical that Snape would actually allow a troll to roam the halls. I thought about it for a moment before I remembered what happened, something strange that happened just two months ago.
"The day Harry and I were at Gringotts, Hagrid took something out of one of the vaults. He said it was Hogwarts business, very secret," I remembered.
Hermione's eyes widened, "So you're saying-"
"That's what the dog's guarding," Harry finished, "That's what Snape wants." I felt very unsure at Harry's assumptions about Snape. Sure, Snape wasn't the nicest of people, especially towards Harry, Ron and Hermione, but he had never shown himself to be evil enough to set a troll on the school or to steal something so heavily guarded.
