𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐈𝐄 | ᴇʟɪᴢᴀʙᴇᴛʜ ᴘᴏᴛᴛᴇʀ

007~ꜱᴇᴇᴋᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʜᴀꜱᴇʀ?

"Elizabeth, wake up! You are going to be late!"

The young witch opened her eyes and sat up, gently brushing away the remnants of slumber. "Thanks for waking me up, Mione," she graciously thanked her roommate, "You can call me Ellie, by the way."

Hermione glanced upwards, her countenance softened by the presence of this enchanting young sorceress, whose qualities of kindness and affection clearly resonated within her soul.

"You are welcome, Ellie. Now, get up quickly, time waits for no one," she uttered, a tender smile adorning her face. Elizabeth chuckled and stood up, adorning the robes of Hogwarts, her tie emblazoned in scarlet and gold, proudly representing the house of Gryffindor. In haste, she brushed her hair and hastened downstairs.

With Hermione's assistance, the two arrived punctually for their transfiguration lesson. Seated next to each other, they observed a cat of ebony hue resting upon the instructor's desk.
A few moments later, Harry and Ron hustled inside, their presence known.

"Whew! Made it! Can you imagine the look on McGonagall's face if we were late?" Ron exclaimed.

In a swift motion, the feline leapt from the dais, transmuting into Professor McGonagall, astonishing the two boys.

"That was bloody brilliant!" Ron celebrated.

"Thank you for that assessment, Mr. Weasley. Perhaps, it'd be more useful if I were to transfigure Mr. Potter and yourself into a pocketwatch. That way, one of you might be on time," the professor retorted wittily.

"We got lost," Harry offered in partial excuse.
"Then perhaps a map? I trust you don't need one to find your seats," the esteemed educator gently chided.

Elizabeth and Hermione couldn't help but chuckle at the boys' first in-class escapade.

~~~

The Potions class was shared with the cunning students of Slytherin. The entire was already seated, when Professor Snape entered, his gown billowing elegantly behind him.

"There will be no foolish wand-waving or silly incantations in this class. As such, I don't expect many of you to appreciate the subtle science and exact art that is potion-making. However, for those select few..." he glanced at Malfoy, ".. the predisposition, I can teach you how to bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses. I can tell you how to bottle fame, brew glory and even put a stopper in death. Then again, maybe some of you have come to Hogwarts in possession of abilities so formidable that you feel confident enough... to not... pay... attention," the professor remarked, his gaze fixated upon Harry, who seemed preoccupied with his parchment.

Elizabeth nudged her brother, compelling him to meet the piercing gaze of their teacher. "Mr. Potter. Our... new... celebrity. Tell me, what would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?" Snape inquired.

Harry, perplexed, merely shrugged in response. "You don't know? Well, let's try again. Where, Mr. Potter, would you look if I asked you to find me a bezoar?"

"I don't know, Sir," Harry confessed. "Pity. Clearly fame isnt everything, Mr. Potter," Snape quipped.

"I'm very sorry to interrupt, Professor. However, my brother and I grew up in a muggle household, not knowing about the bare existence of the wizarding world up to a month ago. Thats why I would kindly appreciate you having some understanding towards mine and my brother's lack of knowledge." Elizabeth declared with unwavering confidence.

The class, including the professor, watched the young girl with a mixture of surprise and admiration, taken aback by her poise and assurance.

~~~

At midday, the Great Hall buzzed with students engrossed in their homework. Seamus Finnigan's latest attempt at a spell backfired, leaving him dusted in ash. The routine arrival of the mail brought a flurry of owls swooping in.

"Ah, the mail's here," remarked Ron, as the owls delivered parcels. 

Harry, spotting a newspaper by Ron, inquired, "May I?" and received an affirming nod. 

"Look, Neville's got a Remembrall," another student observed. 

"I've read about those," Hermione interjected. "The smoke turns red to show you've forgotten something." 

Neville, clutching the Remembrall that now glowed red, murmured, "But what have I forgotten?"

Amidst this, Harry's attention was glued to the newspaper. 

"Ellie!" he called to his sister. "Someone broke into Gringotts. Listen to this: 'Believed to be the work of dark witches or wizards unknown, Gringotts goblins, while acknowledging the breach, insist that nothing was taken. The vault in question, number 713, had in fact been emptied earlier that same day.'" 

He shared a puzzled look with Elizabeth, both determined to unravel the mystery.

~~~

"Welcome to your first flying lesson," greeted Madam Hooch, a friendly woman with spiky hair, to the assembled students on the Quidditch field. The class responded in unison, "Good afternoon, Madam Hooch."

She instructed the students to command their broomsticks to fly into their hands by saying 'Up!' A chorus of voices filled the air, all uttering the command.

Elizabeth's broom responded instantaneously to her raised hand, and she caught it effortlessly. Noticing that no one else had such an easy time, she decided not to mention it, instead applauding Harry as he successfully summoned his broom.

A scream pierced the air as Neville's broomstick shot upward, carrying the terrified boy into the sky. Madam Hooch's efforts to bring him down were in vain. Neville collided with a torch and dangled precariously before plummeting to the ground. The professor rushed to his side and escorted him to the infirmary. 

"Keep your feet on the ground," Madam Hooch sternly warned the class. " I see a single broom in the air, the one riding it will find themselves out of Hogwarts before they can say, Quidditch."

Draco Malfoy, who had snatched Neville's Remembrall, taunted," Did you see his face?" Harry stood up for Neville, demanding the Remembrall back. Malfoy, smirking, took to the air and teased, "Maybe I'll just leave it on the roof, or is this beyond your reach, Potter?"

Harry mounted his broom, while Elizabeth gripped hers, ready to intervene if necessary. "Give it here, Malfoy," Harry insisted, but Malfoy only laughed and tossed the Remembrall. Harry gave chase and caught it just before it could crash into a window behind which Professor McGonagall was working. She looked out, stunned by the display.

Elizabeth, who had been watching this exchange, decided she couldn't stand by any longer. She kicked off the ground, and her broom soared effortlessly upward. She caught up to Harry and Malfoy, weaving in between them with impressive agility.

"Now, Malfoy," she said, her voice cool and confident, "I'd watch my back if I were you."

Malfoy sneered, "Or what, Potter?"

Harry glanced at his sister and then back at Malfoy. "You really don't want to find out," he said with a hint of amusement in his voice.

With a snap of her wrist, Elizabeth let a small stone from the ground soar up into the air and tossed it toward Malfoy. It flew towards him, spinning through the air with precision.

Malfoy's eyes widened in shock as he saw the stone coming toward him. Earning a terrified glance from Harry, Elizabeth overthought her decision to hurt Malfoy. She moved her wrist and the stone flew past his ear, missing him by just an inch.

"Next time I'll hit your arrogant face, asshole," she yelled at the horrified blond boy.

An amazed Professor McGonagall, rushing out of the castle, called the twins aside, who exchanged an anxious glance, in fear of getting expelled. The professor however led them to a classroom, where she summoned a boy named Oliver Wood.

She began to speak, "Potters, this is Oliver Wood. Wood, meet your new Seeker and Chaser."