The Gryffindor Princess

Elizabeth Duncan is a pure-blood witch that has been concealed from the Wizarding World for many years. She had been kept hidden and safe in the Muggle World, not knowing of her blood heritage or family. Elizabeth grew up in an orphanage due to the fact that each one of her family members were murdered for reasons unknown. Elizabeth had never in a hundred years would she have thought that her family had been one of the most powerful witches and wizards in Wizarding History.


11. Accio Pendant

A/N: Hey everyone, I know that it's been more than a year since I updated - sorry! But here's the latest chapter of the Gryffindor Princess, I hope you enjoy and please comment your thoughts. 





I ate dinner right next to Draco because why not? There were barely anyone sitting at the Gryffindor table, and I didn't get what was wrong with sitting in a different house especially since it was the holidays. I wondered why Draco hadn't gone home, he most likely had a family. Deciding against asking him about it, I continued eating my roasted chicken and sipped at my pumpkin juice

"You're awfully quiet, Duncan."

 "I'm just thinking."

"About what?"

Draco asked, setting his fork and knife down and looking at me. But before I could say anything, there was a slight tremor and everything around us started shaking. This alerted the professors and other students, but the tremors left as soon as they came. 

"That was odd, wasn't it?"

I chuckled nervously, hoping to change the topic and avoid revealing anymore about me to Draco. It worked for a while, but Draco quickly went back to talking about me. 

"Honestly, Duncan. It's been months since we started at Hogwarts and you still can't bring yourself to trust or open up to anyone, can you? That's what I find rather odd."
I sighed, putting my fork and knife down as well and for the first time in my life, I looked someone straight in the eye. I held the gaze and Draco looked somewhat taken aback by the actual colour of my eyes; a misty grey.

"I don't know what you want me to say, I can't help who I am and who I've always been and who I always will be." 
At this point, I was slightly annoyed and I didn't understand why. I was glad that Draco didn't notice because he was still staring at my eyes. 

"Your eyes, they're…" 
I sighed and finally looked away, knowing what he was about to say. My eyes had always been a feature I hated about myself. They were the kind of eyes that had seen things that one could never forget. They were the kind of eyes that could look into your soul and almost steal apart of it. I did what I did best and lowered my head and stared at the half-eaten dinner, forcing myself to shovel another spoonful into my mouth. 

"I know, they're different."
I spat out finally, breaking the silence. 

"My Father always used to say how the Duncans had rather peculiar eyes. No one could really explain how them, just that their eyes were somehow hypnotic."


That was the end of the conversation between young Draco and Elizabeth before a heavy silence settled itself upon the two. 

They retreated to their Common Rooms and retired for the night, but Miss Duncan couldn't seem to shake the memory of the woman or what Draco had said to her.

Like most nights, Elizabeth didn't sleep well. She kept tossing and turning and before long, awoke with her hair disheveled and out of breath, almost as if she'd been running from something. It was almost sunrise and the thought of going back to sleep sickened her, forcing her to get ready for another day at a somewhat abandoned Hogwarts, where almost everyone had left for the holidays. 


As Eliza was walking to the Great Hall however, something peculiar occurred. The pendant that had found itself to her before, had managed to fly through one of the windows and into Miss Duncan, almost as if she had called for it.


The window shattered next to me and then something attached itself to my hand. Before I could see what it was, I was struck with another unfamiliar memory.


"Stop lying to me!"
The same unfamiliar voice answered on my behalf. I was in the Gryffindor Common Room, except it looked different. The fireplace illuminating the whole room, shedding light on the two figures arguing in the room.

"Joanna, I am not lying to you. You're in danger and so's your family. You've got to get out of here and hide. They're after you."
Said the boy in front of me, he was possibly in his last year at Hogwarts. I didn't understand what the two of them had been arguing over, but I knew for a fact that it had something to do with the massacre that ultimately wiped out my entire family. 


The memory changed and I was suddenly on the run, except it wasn't me. It was the woman; Joanna. She was running hand in hand with a man whom I'd never seen before. Tall, handsome and disheveled brown hair. Constantly looking over their backs and making sure no one was following them, almost as if someone were after them. They were in a forest and they had a backpack each with their wands at the ready.

"Can you apparate, Jo?"
The man asked, gripping the woman's hand even tighter. She crumpled her shirt in her other hand and that's when I realised that she was pregnant. The bump wasn't incredibly obvious, but it was evident that she was at the period where a woman should avoid apparating.

"We're going to have to. This baby is going to have to strong."
And just like that, they were sucked and squeezed into a tube before finally reaching their destination somewhere far from where they were before.

They were now in a house filled with people running around, packing their valuables and making sure they had everything they needed. The air was thick, panic and anxiety slowly peaking and making it difficult to breathe. 

I was sucked out of the memory but not before I noticed a pendant around the woman's neck. A family crest engraved on it.

I found myself back where I was standing, the window completely fixed but the object still in my hand. I looked down and realised it was the exact same pendant that was around the neck of the woman. I heard footsteps approach and I quickly pocketed the pendant, saving it for later. 




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