Chapter Six

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   Throughout that year, I helped Tom escape my brother, told him what I was doing, he helped me out a bit by giving me his diary and his other horcrux that he had on his person.
   The next year, I found the chamber of secrets and conducted my research there instead.
   And now this year, it's family day on March seventh. And today is that day. And Dad, as well as Mum, Uncle Sirius, and Uncle Remus are talking today about me, well... they're daughter, which is technically me.
   "Today marks the four year anniversary of our daughter, Eloise Potter, going missing." The twins and I looked at each other and laughed quietly.
   "Rosalie, is there something funny about this to you?" McGonagall asked me harshly.
   "Oh I assure you all, Elle is very much alive." I announced. Draco looked at me in shock. "She happy, alive, having fun, no parent supervision, but she's alive. And thanks to me, happy." Everyone broke into whispers.
   "Where's our daughter?" Mum demanded.
   "She isn't your daughter anymore." I frowned. "She doesn't want to be associated with you because none of you believed her. That's why she ran away. None of you deserve her. We found each other on the streets. I know where she is, I know she's happy, and I know she's close. Close to proving you wrong. She's found almost enough evidence to go the Ministry."
   "Why didn't she come to Hogwarts then?" Dad asked.
   "Because of Harry. She would've been found out straight away. She couldn't risk it. Now, if you'll all excuse me, I'm going back to my common room. Fred. George." I nodded at them and they stood up, flanking me as we walked out.
   "You're gonna get in trouble." George whispered.
   "Maybe. But either way, I'm dying on the inside because I can't-"
   "Can't what?" Blaise's voice came from behind us.
   "Merlin, Blaise, don't do that!" I exclaimed, my heart pounding.
   "What can't you do?" He asked me. "You've been keeping secrets and we all know it. We're friends with you no matter what because Slytherin's stick together, so tell us. What's going on with Gabriella Potter? How do you know her?"
   "I met her on the streets before I found out my mother and father died and my assets weren't frozen. We helped each other for a bit. Stole to get food beforehand and then we started living at the leaky cauldron in Diagon alley together and now she moves around once a month so Aurors and her parents don't find her. I'm not exactly sure where she is now, but I know she's alive."

After that fiasco, Fred, George, Blaise, Theo, and Draco didn't leave my sides pretty much. It's been a month and people still stare and whisper.
"I want my sister back you snake." Harry's voice sneered behind me. I turned around with a smirk.
"Oh do you? Because she doesn't want you back. She's happy. Is that not enough for you people? She happy. She's safe. That's all you need to know. Her location isn't going to be compromised on my account. Or yours. Her location is disclosed information, even to me right now. So she can't be traced by any nosey fuckers like yourselves." I glanced behind Harry slightly before speaking again, locking eyes with Dumbledore. "I'd watch your back." I swung around, hair flying around me as I walked, the boys coming and getting in position behind me. "Oh, one more thing..." I turned around at the door. "Keep searching and you'll find yourselves six feet under." Everyone around me tensed and shifted away. I smirked before turning back around and heading out the doors. I headed to class, Fred and George not leaving me until we got into my first class.
"That was so cool." Theo told me.
"It was a promise, I wasn't trying to be cool. But thanks? I think." We all laughed at that before getting out our books and studying, helping each other with pronunciation, spelling, and what spells do. I won't say today was perfect, it could've gone better, but it was definitely something.

That summer, I went to Gringotts and got an inheritance test done, not letting anyone look at it, including myself until I got to my hotel room. I looked at it and finally got the information I needed, but I had to elaborate and get more than this.

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