"What do you mean Barty's dead?" I asked Potter, wide-eyed as we ate dinner. It's been a week since the little bond I've 'made' with 'Clarissa' and I cannot believe how many lies are being thrown around right now.
The truth is a rare thing that I can never seem to find.
"Yeah, Barty Crouch," he nodded, and my pulse raced. No, no, no Barty can't be dead!
"Wait...Barty Crouch Junior or Senior?" I asked.
"Senior, Barty Crouch Jr. is in Azkaban," Potter said with confusion clearly written on his face.
"Merlin, I hoped it would've been Barty Jr.," I scowled, covering up my panic attack.
"Don't we all," Potter grimaced.
"So you found him in the Forbidden Forrest...dead?" I asked. This had to be the work of Barty.
"Yeah, it was really weird," he nodded, and I looked at Weasley.
"You know, this year started out normal, now I don't know what's going on," he sighed and I bit my lip.
"Nothing has been normal for me," I laughed, and he gave me a sad smile.
"I bet you're missing Claire and your parents," he said softly.
"I do, it's hard not having any family," I sighed. We fell silent, and Potter gave me a look of sympathy.
Granger suddenly stood up in frustration and left, to go to the library I'm assuming. That girl needs to calm down!
"Why?" I asked, staring after her.
"She's trying to figure out how Rita Skeeter got into the school," Potter rolled his eyes. I slowly nodded, and my eyes traveled up to the staff table where Barty was staring at me. I slightly nodded and then turned back to Potter and Weasley.
So far nobody's said anything to Clarissa that could give any of us away, and no one else knows she's a spy except for the people in the room that night. Clarissa, however, has been hanging around me more. Seeing as she thinks I'm a Gryffindor lover, she acts super nice to me, and hangs out with us a lot.
Speak of the damn devil and the devil shall come.
"Hey guys!" Clarissa smiled, sitting next to me.
"Hi Rissa," I smiled.
"Are you ready for the third task next week?" she asked and I closed my eyes.
"Yeah, I guess," I nodded, and then opened my eyes.
"How about you, Harry?" she asked, and Potter looked surprised.
"Oh...um, yeah!" he nodded, and she bit her lip with a smile.
"You'll both do great," she said brightly.
"Anyway, Weasley stop gawking," she sneered. I guess she only likes Potter.
"Clarissa, be nice," I smirked, and she sighed.
"I really hate Gryffindor," she sneered, and I rolled my eyes. Liar.
"I'm sure you do Clarissa, but none of us do," I said, gesturing to the whole table, who was now giving us dirty looks.
"Moon, get out of here," Lavender said with a glare.
"Fine, Brown," she snapped, stalking off, blowing a kiss in Potter's direction.
She is such a weird little girl.
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Leah Riddle (Book 1)
Fanfiction(Series in Editing) "What's going on?" I turned to Severus. "We need your help. The Death Eaters," Barty said. "The Death Eaters? You guys want...me?" "That we do," he nodded. "Why?" I narrowed my eyes. "Severus here has told us all about your enthu...
