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.


9. Hogsmeade


A troll. 

That was all that was running through my mind. A troll had mysteriously appeared at the school, everyone had gone ballistic. Hermione, Harry and Ron had disappeared and I was left alone once more. When things had settled down, it turned out that the three of them were off defeating a troll. This had all occurred not more than two hours ago.

I was now seated on my bed, reading. As I turned the last page of the book, I yawned and placed it by my bedside table before climbing under the covers and waving my wand, the lights went out and I shut my eyes. It was the weekend, which meant that I could sleep in tomorrow and I hoped that Hermione wouldn't bother me.


For once in weeks, I finally got a good night's rest.


The Duncan child was growing stronger and stronger by the day. Both mentally and physically, many had been informed of the child entering Hogwarts at the start of the school term. They were both shocked and excited by the news, however, there were a select few who were planning her death. 


"Eliza? Eliza!"
The voice of Hermione Granger rang out. I opened my eyes immediately, sitting up and rubbing my eyes. I had had no dreams last night, it seemed so foreign. I sat there for a second more before a pounding was evident on my door. I sighed before opening the door, revealing an impatient Hermione. 

"Finally! Quickly now, get changed. We're heading to Hogsmeade."

Hogsmeade. What the bloody hell was that?

Deciding it was for the best, I pulled some clothes out of my trunk and walked into my bathroom, brushing my long hair that had been knotted from sleep until it was smooth and brushed my teeth. I dared a glance at the mirror before heading out and jumped when I saw my reflection. The dark circles around my eyes were no longer there and I seemed different. 

I looked more... alive. My cheeks were pinker and my eyes seemed brighter. I tore my eyes from the mirror and walked out of the bathroom, grabbing a warm, thick coat from my trunk and a beanie. Hermione gave me a nod of approval when she saw me exit my dorm.

"You look different. Did you sleep well?"
Hermione asked and I nodded, slipping the coat and beanie on.

"Are you all right? I heard what happened last night with the troll."
I said softly, wondering if Hermione heard me at all.

"I'm all right, Harry and Ron were there to save the day. We had to stay at the Hospital Wing for about an hour while Madame Pomfrey checked if we had gotten any injuries, though."
Hermione scrunched up her nose and I smiled. 

It seemed like a good day today, smiling was easier and I felt positive. The second we stepped foot into the Great Hall, I could smell the pancakes and toast. I felt hungry, as if I hadn't eaten in weeks. Literally.

I piled my plate with two slices of toast with butter on them, bacon, scrambled eggs and some corn flakes. I poured myself a cup of orange juice too. Hermione seemed absolutely stunned by my actions but didn't say anything. I ate until I was full and could eat no more. I waited for Hermione and when she finished I got up from the table and followed her as she led the way to wherever we were going.

We reached a crowd of students who were talking excitedly, slips in their hands. They were lined up and waited to hand in the slip to Professor McGonagall. I didn't have time to ask Hermione what was going on before I slipped on the sleet. I would've landed on my behind if Hermione hadn't been the one who held me up.

I said, flustered. I composed myself and pretended like nothing happened before walking with Hermione towards Professor McGonagall. 



Turns out, the slip that everyone was holding was permission from their parents to go to a place called Hogsmeade. Since I didn't have any family left, Headmaster Dumbledore had granted me permission and I headed towards Hogsmeade with everyone else. 


I was walking on my own down the shops of Hogsmeade, towards the woods and I suddenly felt sick.

I felt like someone was watching me.



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