Seven Potter- Girl-who- LIved

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Seven Potter, The-Girl-Who-Lived, the girl that could do no wrong, the perfect savior for the wizarding world, the one with the supposed “Saving people thing” and the girlfriend of the late Cedric Diggory was going over the past year’s events in her head.

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Seven was walking down the corridor, books held tightly to her chest trying to ignore the Potter stinks that was flashing at her everywhere she looked.

Seven liked to think herself a tough girl, as did everybody else, but if she saw one more Potter stinks she didn’t know what she’d do.

Then, it happened…

Being preoccupied by looking straight ahead, Seven didn’t see the foot come out of nowhere.

She fell, hard, her books coming to a stop ten feet in front of her.

Seven got up and walked over to her books, trying to ignore the laughing, along with the buttons.

She couldn’t hold it in anymore. A tear fell down her cheek, then another, and another.

Seven knelt down by her books and started to collect them into her arms. Just as she was about to grab her notebook, someone handed it to her.

She looked up to see the concerned face of Cedric Diggory looking back at her tear-stained one.

“You okay?” He asked quietly as Seven gave him a shaky smile.

“I-I’ve been better.” Seven’s voice was just as shaky as her smile.

Cedric, getting tired of all the laughing and pointing, yelled,

“Bugger off, the lot of you.” Everyone just stared at him before leaving the corridor and going to class. Speaking of which, Seven was going to be late for Potions.

She sighed.

“I’m late for Potions.” She stated, looking down at her notebook, running her fingers over the cover.

“Well, this is my free period; you could skive off it and hang out with me?” Cedric offered.

“I’m sure you have someone better to spend your free time with than me.” Seven said as she picked up her last book and stood up.

Cedric stood too.

“No, I don’t.” He stated. Seeing that Seven was about to protest, Cedric said.

“Plus, I doubt you’d want to see Snape when you’re ten minutes late for his class. I did once. It wasn’t pretty.” Seven gave him a small smile for his efforts.

“Okay.” She told him, making him smile in return.

They started walking down the corridor, when they took another few steps; Seven dropped her notebook.

Cedric picked it up and took Seven’s other books from her.

“You don’t have t-” Cedric cut Seven off.

“I know; I want to.” Cedric said, giving her yet another smile.

After a few minutes of silence, Seven asked,

“Why are you so nice to me, my best friends don’t even believe that I didn’t enter, and yet you, a competing champion, are helping me? Why?”

Cedric shrugged.

“No one deserves to be treated like you are. The other Hufflepuff’s think that you ‘stole my thunder’, that you wanted more attention then you already had. But I don’t. I know you hate the attention you get and that you’d never enter a tournament when you aren’t at the age requirement or knowledge level of your competitors. And…, I think you’re a good person.” Cedric blushed a little at the last bit.

“Aww, stop it, you’re making me blush.” Seven teased.

“How about we go to the lake?” Cedric suggested, successfully changing the subject.

“Yeah, okay.” Seven hooked her arm around Cedric’s as they walked out of the entrance hall and out onto the grounds

“It’s nice today.” Cedric pointed out when they reached the lake’s shore.

“Yeah, a great day for Quidditch” Seven agreed.

“You really miss it, huh?” Cedric asked as he set Seven’s and his stuff on the ground underneath the tree.

“Don’t you?” Seven answered.

“Yeah,”

After a few moments of looking out at the lake, Seven turned to Cedric and asked,

“Cedric?”

“Yeah?” Cedric said now looking at her.

“Why’d you enter the tournament?”

Cedric sighed.

“My dad, mostly, I wanna make him proud, you know?” He started.

Seven nodded in understanding.

“Then there are my House mates. They expected me to enter, to bring Hufflepuff some glory. Peer pressure, I guess you could call it. I never thought I’d be picked though”

“I knew you would.” Seven told him. “Who would be better for Hogwarts Champion?”

“You, maybe?” Seven smiled at Cedric.

“Flattery will get you nowhere, Mr. Diggory.” Seven told him while waving her finger at him.

“Well, you can’t blame a guy for trying.”

“I can, and I will.” Seven said with a laugh in her voice.

“How do you do it?” Cedric asked her.

“Do what?”

“You’re just, I don’t know, happy I guess.” Cedric answered lamely.

Seven sobered up immediately.

“Years of practice.”

Cedric didn’t say anymore on the subject.

Just then, a gust of wind came and ruffled up their clothes.

“That was sudden.” Seven said as she straightened her skirt out.

Cedric saw a glimpse of something purple on Seven’s side as she lifted her shirt up a little, trying to get the wrinkles out of it.

“What was that?” He asked, looking pointedly at her side.

“What was what?” She asked with wide eyes.

“Seven” Cedric said warningly.

“Cedric” Seven said in the same tone as him.

“What was it Seven?” Cedric asked, deadpanned.

Seven, knowing Cedric wouldn’t let it drop, lifted her shirt up to show a large purple bruise on her left side.

“Oh God, Seven what happened?” Cedric asked as he looked at the bruise closely.

Seven gulped.

“Ron Weasley wasn’t exactly happy that I had somehow ‘figured out’ how to enter the tournament and didn’t tell him.” She whispered.

“Ron Weasley did this?” Cedric asked as the bell rang, signaling the end of class. Seven nodded.

“What are you doing?” Seven asked as Cedric picked up his bag, put Seven’s books in it and walked up to the castle, with Seven walking after him.

“I’m gonna give a certain red-head a piece of my mind.” He answered.

“What? Cedric, no, don’t. It was an accident.” Seven pleaded

Cedric stopped walking and turned to her.

“Was it really an accident?”

Seven stayed silent.

“d**n it Seven!” Cedric yelled before jogging in the direction of the Potions classroom, Seven running after him.

Cedric slowed his pace down to a walk when he saw Ronald Weasley talking to some other Gryffindor boys in the corridor.

Ron’s friends saw Cedric Diggory walking their way with Seven Potter (a rather good looking girl in their opinion) trying to grab his arm, looking like she was trying to talk him out of something, only to be ignored.

When they saw Cedric’s eyes staring, unblinkingly at Ron, they, being the smart guys that they were, started backing away from Ron, who had his back turned to Cedric and Seven, not knowing why his friends wore scared looks.

“What’s up guys?” Ron asked his friends. And, as one, Seamus Finnegan and Dean Thomas nodded in the direction on the two people walking their way, one of the people looking ready to kill.

When Cedric and Seven were about six feet away, Seven stopped walking and just watched as Cedric threw down his book bag (“My books are in there, too!” Seven said), walked right up to Ron and punched him in the nose.

“What the bloody hell was that for?!” Ron yelled as he grabbed his stinging nose.

“You know what this is about, Weasley.” Cedric sneered.

Ron looked at Cedric, to Seven, and back at Cedric.

“She’s lying! I never touched her!” Ron yelled right before he was thrown in to the corridor wall.

“Don’t lie to me, Red!” Cedric yelled at Ron. “I saw the bruise.” He finished in a whisper that only he and Ron could hear.

“And what, might I ask, is going on here?”

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Everyone turned to see a very pissed off Snape glaring daggers at Ron and Cedric, who, in turn, glanced over at Seven, who was staring at the scene wide-eyed.

Snape followed their gaze and sneered at Seven.

“Well, Miss Potter, you don’t seem very ill to me.” Snape snapped at her.

“Well, you see sir-” Seven started.

“Silence” Snape sneered. “If I wanted excuses, I would have asked for them. Now, what seems to be the problem?”

Cedric glanced over at Seven one more time before saying,

“Well, professor-” Was all he got out before Seven interrupted him.

“It was my fault, professor.” She said.

“Why am I not surprised?” Said the ever sarcastic Severus Snape. “And how, exactly, is this…incident… your fault, Miss Potter?”

“Well, um, Cedric and I were talking and he misunderstood something I said about Ronald here, and what he thought I said looks like it wasn’t good.” God she hoped he bought it.

“And what were you doing talking to Mr. Diggory when you were supposed to be in my class?” Hook, line and sinker.

“I was running late, so I figured that you wouldn’t want me in the class at all if I didn’t think it prudent to show up on time…And I happened to run into Cedric.” So what if it was only half true?

“Detention, Miss Potter, and twenty five points from Gryffindor. And fifteen points from Hufflepuff and detention (1), Mr. Diggory, for physically attacking another student under no grounds whatsoever. Weasley! Hospital wing, now.” And with that Snape billowed out of the sight of the five teenagers.

“Well, you heard him; I need to go to the hospital wing.” Ron said to Cedric, who hadn’t let go of the front of the red-head’s robes since he had thrown Ron against the wall,

Cedric let go of Ron as if burned.

“This isn’t over, Weasley.” Cedric told him dangerously before walking back over to Seven, who was holding his bag, which he promptly took from her and slung it over his shoulders.

“Come with me, I have something that will help with that bruise.” Cedric told Seven.

“Thanks,” She said. “Bye Dean, Seamus…Ronald.”

“Bye Seven.” Seamus said to her.

“See you later, Sev.” Dean called out to Seven as she and Cedric walked away.

Once Cedric and Seven were out of sight, Dean and Seamus turned to Ron.

“Why did Cedric Diggory punch you in the face just now?” Dean asked Ron.

“Who knows? He’s mental, that one.” Ron answered. “Now, I need to get to the hospital wing.”

Seamus and Dean looked at each other.

“We’ll see you at lunch, Ron. We’ve got stuff to do.” Seamus said before he and Dean walked away from Ron, having a whispered conversation together, while Ron went to the hospital wing.

-__The Next Day__-

Seven, who was wearing a form-fitting belly shirt that showed off her pierced navel and had a football in the background that said ‘It’s not a game…’ on the front and ‘It’s a way of life’ on the back and short running shorts, was walking to the Quidditch pitch, football in hand, planning on working on her foot work.

She loved Saturdays, but she had an odd attachment to Wednesdays that made them her favorite.

Seven was juggling the ball with her feet and knees when she heard someone walk up behind her.

Catching her football in her hands, she turned to see Seamus and Dean, each holding a football, watching her.

“Hey guys.” Seven greeted. “What’re you up to?”

“Hey Seven, I’m just going to see if I can teach Seamus here how to play football.” Dean said.

“Oh, I wanna help!” Seven exclaimed, running over to them.

“Cool, I could use all the help I can get.” Dean stated.

“Hey!” Seamus said indigently.

“I was just stating the truth.” Dean told him.

Seamus stuck his tongue out at Dean.

For the next three hours Dean and Seven taught Seamus the wonderful game of muggle football. He wasn’t good.

“C’mon guys, let’s get some lunch.” Seven said as Seamus got hit in the head with a ball for the eighteenth time.

“I think that’s a good idea.” Seamus said as Dean nodded.

As they were eating, Fred Weasley walked over to them at the Gryffindor table and sat down across from Seven, making Seamus fall to the floor.

“Hello Seven,” Fred said as he piled food onto his plate.

“Hey Fred, where’s George?” Seven asked. It was rare to see one Weasley twin with out the other.

“Dunno, haven’t seen ‘im since breakfast.” Fred answered with a shrug. “Hey, did you hear ‘bout Ron?”

“What about him?” Seamus asked as he sat back down.

“Well, seems Cedric Diggory punched him yesterday and he wanted payback. Cornered him, Ron did, in the courtyard.” Seven groaned as she put her head in her hands.

“Who’s in the hospital wing?” She asked.

“Both of ‘em I think. Cedric for bruised knuckles and a split lip, but I think Ron’s gonna have to stay over night. A mild concussion, broken finger and a sprained ankle, I think that’s what Pomfrey told me anyway.” Fred told Seven, who sighed.

Just then, Cedric walked into the Great Hall, giving a small wave to Seven who smiled in return.

“Hey Seven,” Dean said after everyone went back to eating.

“Yeah?” Seven asked as she finished off her slice of watermelon.

“You know how there’s a Hogsmeade trip tomorrow?” Seven nodded. “Well, Iwaswonderingifyou’dgowithme.”

“What?” Seven didn’t speak gibberish. Now, Pig Latin, that’s whole other story.

“I was wondering if you’d go to Hogsmeade with me tomorrow.” Dean repeated slowly.

“Oh. Yeah, okay.” Seven said while grabbing a few strawberries and squeezing the juice into her orange juice.

“Really?” Dean asked.

“Yeah, sounds like fun.” Seven gave him a smile before taking a sip of her orange juice and standing up.

“I’ll see you guys later, I’ve gotta get some stuff done.” And with that she walked out of the Great Hall for a nice long shower and a change of clothes.

Once Seven was out of sight, Seamus and Fred rounded on Dean.

“I can’t believe you just asked out Seven Potter, mate.” Seamus stated, wide eyed.

“Why?” Dean asked.

“‘Cause she’s one of the hottest girls at Hogwarts.” Fred supplied in a voice that screamed ‘Duh’.

“And she said yes. Oh, I pity you, mate.” Seamus said before biting into his ham and cheese sandwich.

“What do you mean? What’s wrong with her?” Dean asked, getting defensive.

“Nothing’s wrong with her.” Fred said.

“It’s just… I heard a rumor that Diggory likes her.” Seamus said.

“Really? I heard Montague liked her. And Davies, and Nott, and Moon, and Finch-Fletchley, and Zabini and even Viktor Krum! And I think George has a thing for her.” Fred said to Seamus.

“What?” Dean asked, not believing what his friends were saying. But, he went ignored.

“I thought George fancied Alicia Spinnet?” Seamus half asked.

“I did too.” Fred said. “But George is as unpredictable as me.”

Just then George sat down next to Dean and started piling food onto his plate, much the same way as his twin.

“And where have you been?” Fred asked his younger brother by six minutes.

“Hmm? Oh, um, nowhere. What have I missed?” George asked.

“Oh not much,” Fred answered. “Just the bloke sitting next to you asking out Seven Potter.”

George promptly spat out the mouth full of water that he was about to swallow.

“What?” He asked, turning to look at Dean.

“And she said yes.” Seamus told George.

“You know, I’m not that hungry anymore. I’ll see you guys later.” And with that, George promptly left the Great Hall.

“I think you’re right about George fancying Seven, Fred.” Seamus said.

Fred nodded.

-__The Next Morning__-

Seven was just finishing her toast when a school owl landed in front of her.

She took the letter from the owl and, after a few sips of Seven’s juice (strawberry, watermelon, pineapple and orange juice mixed together by Seven herself), the bird took off.

Seven opened the short letter and read.

Miss Potter,

Your detention is scheduled for today, starting at 9:00am and ending at 4:00pm with professor Snape.

Signed,

Albus Percival Wolfric Brian Dumbledore

Seven sighed. Looks like she wouldn’t be going to Hogsmeade with Dean today.

She looked up in time to see Dean sit down with Seamus a little farther down the table from her.

Seven hated letting people down.

“Hey Dean,” Seven said as she sat down next to him.

“Oh, hey Seven. What time do you want to leave?” Dean asked her. Did she mention she really hated letting people down?

“Dean…” Seven started. She sighed when Dean looked at her questionably. “I can’t go to Hogsmeade today.”

“What? Why?” Dean asked with wide eyes.

Seven sighed for the third time in as many minutes.

“You know that detention I got a few days ago?” She asked.

“Yeah…”

“Well… Here, just read this.” Seven said as she passed Dean the letter.

“Oh,” Dean said after he finished reading the letter.

“I promise I’ll go with you next visit.” Seven stated quickly.

“You don’t have to, Seven.” Dean said.

“But I want to make it up to you. If not Hogsmeade, then a picnic or something. I gotta go, or I’ll be late, I’ll make it up to you, I promise.” Seven said giving Dean a small peck on the cheek before running out of the Great Hall.

“Why’s she in such a hurry?” Seamus asked, not paying the least bit of attention to Dean and Seven’s conversation.

“Seven can’t come to Hogsmeade today. She has detention with Snape all day for skipping class.” Dean told him.

“All day?” Seamus asked disbelievingly.

“Yeah,” Dean said.

“What do you think he’ll make her do?” Seamus asked.

“I don’t know. Probably make her clean the potions classroom with a toothpick or something.” Dean told Seamus as Ron walked over to them and sat down in the seat Seven had occupied a few minutes earlier.

“What’re you guys talking about?” He asked them.

“Seven’s detention today with Snape,” Seamus told him.

“Oh yeah, forgot about that.” Ron stated. “So, she’s not going to Hogsmeade today?”

“Nope, broke ikkle Deanie’s heart, she did.” Seamus chuckled.

“What?” Ron asked.

“She did not! I’m just a little disappointed s’all.” Dean defended.

“What are you talking about now?” Ron butted in.

“Yesterday I asked Seven to go with me to Hogsmeade. She said yes, and then got a letter this morning saying she had detention all day today. Said she’d make it up to me though, she said, and I quote, if not Hogsmeade, then a picnic or something.” Dean told him.

“Really?” Seamus asked.

“You were there, Seamus.” Dean said, exasperated.

“That doesn’t mean anything!” Seamus stated.

Dean rolled his eyes.

-__Seven’s POV__-

‘I hope I don’t have to do anything too bad.’ Seven thought to her self as she came to the Potions classroom door and knocking softly.

“Enter.” Snape’s voice called threw the door.

“Hello, professor.” Seven greeted as she walked into the room.

“Miss Potter,” Snape sneered. “You will be cleaning the classroom. The cleaning supplies are in the corner.” He pointed to the far corner to the left.

“Yes, sir.” Was the only thing Seven said as she walked over to the corner.

To her relief, there was no toothbrush or anything of the sort, just a mop, a bucket of water, soap, rubber gloves and rags.

By the time four o’clock rolled around, Seven had finished and the classroom was the cleanest it’s been in over ten years. Not that Snape will tell her that, mind.

Seven didn’t say anything the whole time, unless you count “Yes, sir” when Snape pointed out she had missed a spot.

“That is all Miss Potter, you may go now.”

“Thank you, sir. Bye.” Seven said before leaving the spotless classroom.

Even though she didn’t have lunch, Seven wasn’t hungry. So she decided to head up to Gryffindor tower and relax.

There was still an hour left of the Hogsmeade visit, so there weren’t many people in the common room when Seven entered. There were mostly first and second years, but there were also a couple sixth and seventh years.

“Hey Seven,” A voice called as Seven sat down. She turned to see it was Angelina Johnson.

“Hey Angie,” Seven replied.

“Why weren’t you at Hogsmeade?” Angelina asked as she sat down next to Seven.

“I had detention with Snape. I had to clean the Potions classroom top to bottom.” Seven told her, giving a tired sigh. “Did you see Dean while you were there?” She asked.

“Yeah, in the Three Broomsticks. Why?”

“I was supposed to go to Hogsmeade with him today, but Dumbledore sent a letter this morning telling me I had detention all day. I don’t know how I’ll make it up to him.” Seven stated.

“Why’d you have detention?” Angelina asked her.

Seven smiled.

“I skived off Potions and hung out with Cedric Diggory.”

“Really?” Seven nodded. “What did you talk about?” Angelina asked with enthusiasm.

“The Tournament, mostly, and… Ronald.” Seven answered slowly.

“Why Ron?”

“It’s not important.” Seven told her.

“Does it have anything to do with why Cedric punched Ron the other day?”

“How’d you know about that?” Seven asked her.

“News travels fast ‘round here. Now, does it?” Angelina answered.

“Yeah,” Seven said after a few seconds.

“So, what was said that made Cedric go after Ron?”

Seven sighed.

“The day before… You know how Ron has jealousy problems?” Angelina nodded. “Well… He…”

“He what?” Angelina asked.

Seven took a deep breath before saying,

“He shoved me into the corner of that table over there.” She pointed to a study table that was waist high and in an out of the way corner.

“WHAT?!” Angelina shouted.

“Cedric gave me something for the bruise, it’s almost gone now.” Seven said, ignoring what Angelina said.

“You know what I’m gonna do? I’m gonna owl his mother.” Angelina said as she stood up and started for the portrait hole.

“Angelina, wait!” Seven called her.

Angelina turned and looked at Seven.

“You can’t do that.” Seven said.

“Why not?”

“Because if you do, then she’ll send him a Howler, then the whole school will know. Please Angelina; I’ve got it under control.” Seven pleaded.

Angelina sighed in defeat.

“Fine,” She said. “I won’t send his mum a letter. But can I still make his life miserable?”

“So long as you don’t get caught, I don’t see why not. But no attacking him.” Seven told her.

“Okay, you’d better have this under control like you say you do, or I’ll take care of it myself.” Angelina told her as the common room started filling up with Hogsmeade visitors.

“Thanks Angie.” Seven said. “C’mon, let’s get some dinner.” And with that she and Angelina walked out of the portrait hole and down to the Great Hall.




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1) Cedric punched one of Snape’s least favorite students; of course he wouldn’t punish him too bad

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The next day, Seven realized the day of the first task was in three days, and she was a nervous wreak.

The fourth year Gryffindors had Double Potions with the Slytherins that day right after breakfast, so that’s where Seven was headed right now.

Five minutes after everyone was seated, Snape stalked into the room and began the lesson.

“Today you are going to brew the potion on the board. After you have finished, you should be able to identify potion you have brewed, then you will test it. Ingredients are in the cupboard… Well? What are you waiting for? Get to work!” Everyone scrambled to gather ingredients for their potions before going back to their cauldrons.

An hour and a half later, Seven had just added the last ingredient (a pinch and a half of crushed salamander scales) to the blueish green potion that had the consistency of fresh orange juice, and stirred clockwise two and a quarter times before giving a full stir anticlockwise, dragging the long wooden sthingy in a straight line to the bottom right of the cauldron, another straight line to the opposite side, then the middle of the top and then straight down to the bottom. After she did, the potion turned lavender, had the thickness of olive oil and gave off a scent of kiwis.

That could only mean one thing.

One very bad thing.

“Does any one know what this potion is?” Snape asked when he saw everyone was done brewing.

Only Hermione, Malfoy, Seven and Blaise Zabini raised their hands.

“Yes Miss Potter?” Snape pointed to her.

The others looked disappointed that they weren’t called upon, but the boy’s quickly got over it. Hermione, however, crossed her arms and huffed.

Seven took a deep breath.

“It is the Finite potion as it’s more commonly known, but it is also known as the Glamour Canceller. It causes the drinker to be permanently removed of any and all glamour charms, spells and potions, even ones that have been applied for years. The glamour’s can be applied again after seventy two hours.” Seven was glad that she didn’t sound like she swallowed a text book, like Hermione does, when she answers teacher’s questions.

That happiness was short lived however, when Snape spoke again.

“Very good Miss Potter. Five points to Gryffindor. Now I will turn everyone’s hair blue (he waved his wand and all the students’ hair turned a shocking blue), now I want you to drink the potion you made. If you made it correctly, your hair will change back to its original colour.”

‘Oh no! My Glamour’s! Okay, calm down Potter, just pull down your shirt, be happy you’re wearing pants and chug it.’ Seven told herself before filling a phial and swallowing it in one go.

She began to feel really weird. She could feel her body changing, her waist narrowing, her chest growing two sizes bigger making her bra feel really tight, she started to see bruises on her arms surfacing. Seven quickly let her waist length hair (which was back to its jet black colour) out of the ponytail it was in to cover her upper arms and face that she knew was showing bruises also, before crossing her arms across her middle, trying to hide them more.

The only person who noticed was Dean, whom was sitting next to her.

“What’s up, Seven?” He asked as she bowed her head a little, making her long hair cover her face even more.

“Nothing, I’m fine.” She answered, not looking at him.

“Seven, look at me.” Dean told her in a gentle voice she couldn’t help but obey.

“Oh my God!” Dean said in a laud whisper that drew the attention of the people at the next table over.

“It’s nothing; I just fell down the stairs at the Dursley’s. I’m a slow healer.” Seven told him, but she knew he wouldn’t believe her, not with the wide hand print wrapped around her neck.

“Who did this to you?” Dean asked, giving Seven a since of Daja Vu.

“Mr. Thomas, Miss Potter, I do hope I am not boring you in such a way that you have to relay on each other for entertainment.” Sarcasm laced every one of Snape’s words. “Pay attention!”

Seven looked up at him.

“Miss Potter, hospital wing. Thomas, escort her.” Snape said in a calm voice.

“Yes, sir,” They said together before hurrying out of the classroom, avoiding the gazes of their classmates.

They walked in silence the whole way to the hospital wing. When they got there, Madam Pomfrey wasn’t there.

“Sit down and I’ll get Pomfrey.” Dean said to Seven, who nodded and sat down on the bed farthest from the door, watching as Dean walked over to Pomfrey’s office.

He returned a moment later with Pomfrey hurrying ahead of him.

“Oh dear, we’ll get you fixed up in a jiffy, don’t you worry.” Pomfrey told Seven, who smiled in return.

After fifteen minutes and three spells, Seven’s bruises were gone.

“There we are.” Pomfrey said. “Is there anything else?”

“Yeah,” Seven said, looking directly at Dean. Taking the hint, Pomfrey told Dean,

“Mr. Thomas, could you please wait outside?” Anyone could hear the order in the question.

“Yeah, sure.” With that said, Dean walked out of the infirmary and into the corridor, the door closing behind him.

“What else is there?” Pomfrey asked Seven, fearing the answer.

Seven didn’t answer, just took off her robe, slipped out of her Marry-Jane’s and stripped out of her shirt and pants.

Seven turned her head away as Pomfrey examined the bruises and scars on her body, from the hand shaped bruises on her thighs and waist to the scar on her back.

She heard a gasp when Pomfrey saw the scar between Seven’s shoulder blades. The one she’s had since she was seven years old. The one that said ‘FREAK’.

“Miss Potter, who did this?” Pomfrey questioned, running her fingers over the letters carved into the girl’s back.

She heard a sniffle.

“Miss Potter?”

Seven turned to Pomfrey, red faced and puffy eyed.

“My relatives don’t like me much.” Was all Seven said.

“Well, I’ll be able to get rid of all of the bruising and scars. But you do know that I’m going to have to tell the Headmaster about this.” Pomfrey said as she started working on removing the scar on Seven’s back.

“Yes, I do.” Seven said.

Half an hour later Seven was all healed up and was just pulling on her shoes when someone came into the room.

Well, two someone’s.

“Hey Cedric, Ronald” Seven said as she got to her feet.

“Hey Seven, what are you doing here?” Cedric asked.

“I just stepped wrong and sprained my ankle. All better now though, see?” Seven said as she walked around in a circle.

“But, Snape sent you here after you drank your potion.” Ron pointed out.

“I had a little allergic reaction to it and sprained my ankle on the way here, right Dean?” Seven said.

“Yep, that’s what happened.” Dean told them as he walked over to Seven.

“I went back to the dungeons and got our stuff, seven.” Dean handed over Seven’s messenger bag that said ‘The funniest this about this bag is that by the time you realize it doesn’t say anything it’s to late for you to stop reading it. Dumb f**k’; which she then hung off her shoulder.

“Thanks Dean. I’ll see you guys later.” Seven said to Cedric and Ron before walking away from the hospital wing and toward the Great Hall for lunch.

“Seven, how’d you really get hurt?” Dean asked quietly as they sat down at the Gryffindor table.

“I don’t want to talk about it, Dean.” Seven protested.

“Fine, but you will tell me sometime, right?” Dean questioned.

“I don’t know, maybe. Just drop it Dean.” Seven told him turning back to her lunch.

“Fine” Dean said again.

Just then Seamus sat down next to Dean across from Seven.

“Hey guys, what’s up?” He asked as he grabbed some chips.

“Oh nothing, just someone not telling me stuff I should know.” Dean told him.

“God d**n it, Dean! You don’t need to know!” Seven said loudly, not yelled, before standing up, grabbing her bag and walking over to the Ravenclaw table and sitting down next to Cho Chang.

“Choooo,” Seven moaned, resting her head on Cho’s shoulder.

“What sweets?” Cho asked her.

“Dean won’t leave me alone. Go kick his arse for me.” Seven told her.

“Okay,” Cho said as she grabbed her History of Magic book out of her bag. “Be back in a minute.”

She walked over to the Gryffindor table where Dean was sitting, stopping behind him.

Everyone in the hall looked around as there were three laud smacks and then a thud as Cho hit Dean with the book on both sides of his head, then the top, then finishing by pushing his face into his food.

“Thanks hun.” Seven told Cho as she sat down, giving her a kiss on the cheek.

“Anytime sweets,” Cho replied. “Want some grapes?”

“Yeah,” Seven said, taking the bowl of grapes Cho was handing her.

“So when’s your break?” Seven asked after a few minutes.

“Right after lunch,” Cho answered. “What about you?”

“The same,” Seven told her.

“Cool, we haven’t hung out together in a long time.” Cho said with a smile.

“So, what do you wanna do?” Seven asked with a smile of her own.

“Well, it’s pretty warm today.” Cho started. “How about we go swimming?”

“You just wanna see me in a bikini.” Seven accused, taking a bite of her chicken.

Cho faltered. “No, I, um, I just haven’t swam for a long time.”

“Uh huh, sure.” Seven said smirking at Cho.

“It has nothing to do with you being in a bikini.” Cho denied. “Hey, are your boobs bigger?”

“Well, that was blunt. But yes, they are. I had a little mishap in Potions this morning. I should have them back to normal in a few days.” Seven told her.

“You should keep them. They fit you better.” Cho said popping a grape into her mouth.

“You think so?” Seven asked as she looked down examining her larger chest.

“Yeah,”

“In that case, I’ll keep them.” Seven said before taking one last bite of her chicken and standing up. “Okay, I’m done. I’ll meet you in the Entrance Hall in thirty minutes.”

“Okay,” Cho said. “See you then.”

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There you go! I have no clue why it took so long... Lazyness, I guess..

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After a quick stop in the loo, Seven was digging in her trunk for her bikini top, having already found the bottoms.

“Finally!” She said as she pulled out an aqua coloured string bikini top.

She quickly changed in to her swimming costume. After pulling on a pair of short shorts and a white spaghetti strap tank top, Seven grabbed a large beach towel, slipped on a pair of black flip flops and ran out of Gryffindor tower.

When she entered the Entrance Hall she saw Cho already waiting for her.

“What took you so long?” Cho asked when she saw her.

“I couldn’t find my top. Sue me.” Seven replied.

“Well, let’s go.” Cho said, throwing her arm around Seven’s shoulders and leading her out onto the grounds.

When they reached the lake, the girls lay their towels out on the ground close to the shore.

“Last one in’s a rotten egg.” Seven called over her shoulder at Cho, who was tangled in her tee shirt.

“No fair, you had a head start!” Cho complained when she came back above water after diving in.

“Hey, you snooze, you lose.” Was the reply she received.

Cho scoffed, turning her nose in the air, before splashing Seven in face.

“You did not just do that.” Seven said as she wiped the water off her face.

“Oh, I think I did.” Cho said tauntingly before splashing Seven again.

“Now, you’re gonna get it!” Seven yelled, thrusting her hands forward, pushing as much water as she could toward Cho, thus starting a water war between the two.

This continued until the bell rang, signaling the end of their break.

They ran out of the water, dried off and pulled on their clothes.

“We really need to do that more often.” Seven said as they walked back to the castle.

“Yeah,” Cho agreed. “What are you doing tomorrow?”

“Preparing for the first task on Sunday(1).” Seven told her.

“Oh yeah, I forgot about it.”

“Lucky you.” Seven muttered.

“You’re going to do great, I know it.” Cho said while wrapping an arm around Seven’s waist.

“That makes one of us.” Seven said just laud enough for Cho to hear.

“Look,” Cho said, grabbing Seven’s arm to stop her from walking up the steps to the second floor. “If you believe you can do it, you will. I’ve the utmost faith in you; you’ll make it out of this Tournament just fine.”

“Promise?” Seven asked, looking Cho in the eye.

Cho smiled and gave Seven a chaste kiss on the lips before replying.

“Promise.”

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Seven was sitting in the Gryffindor common room staring at a piece of parchment disdainfully, before switching it with another, easier, assignment.

Explain three uses of making a flock of pigeons appear out of nowhere.

Okay, that wasn’t what Professor Flitwik had said, but that was the jest of it.

‘Well, it would be a good distraction against you appoint when dueling’ Seven thought before writing it down.

Twenty minutes later, Seven had added They could make a lovely addition to a wedding ceremony if you called them doves and It would give your cat some entertainment.

Seven had just turned back to her two foot long essay on how some Potion ingredient would react to another when added at the same time to a simmering cauldron.

‘How can you put ‘It will go boom’ in a two foot essay?’ Seven thought as she groaned.

“Hey Seven,” She heard someone say as they sat down next to her on the sofa.

“Hello Parvati,” Seven said as she wrote ‘It will go ‘boom’’ once more on a piece of parchment.

“I saw you today, at the bottom of the grand staircase with Cho Chang.” Parvati stated.

“And…?” Seven said, writing the sentence down again.

“Why didn’t you ever tell us you were a…a…” Parvati stuttered.

“A what?” Seven said, finally looking up from her essay that was sure to cause her to flunk out of Potions.

Parvati lowered her voice. “A lesbian.”

Seven beckoned her roommate closer, looking around them and lowering her voice also.

“Because I’m not.”

“But I saw-” Parvati started but Seven cut her off.

“I’m Bisexual. Now, do you think Snape will pass this?” Seven asked, showing her two foot long essay covered in ‘It will go ‘boom’’.

“How can you say it like that, like it doesn’t matter?” Parvati asked. “And no, I don’t think he will.”

“Because it isn’t a big deal.” Seven replied.

“I guess you’re right,” Parvati sighed. “Look, you better get to bed soon, it’s getting late.”

“Okay, I will.” Seven said as she managed to fit ‘therefore, it will explode’ to the end of her essay.

“Goodnight,” Parvati yawned before heading up the stairs to the girls dorms.

“Night,” Seven called after her.

She packed up her work, deciding to hand in her Potions essay, maybe, if she was lucky, she would never have to take Potions again.

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(1)I am aware that the first task is on a Tuesday in the book, but it being on a Sunday works better with the story.