Among The Great Fight

A dying ten year old wishes to meet her favorite author. So when Give A Wish foundation gives Eliza a chance to meet the amazing JK Rowling, she takes it in a heartbeat. With Eliza being very ill and not aloud to go anywhere outside the hospital, Jk Rowling comes to her with a warm welcome.

After meeting with Jk Rowling, Eliza starts noticing something strange going on with her body. Her head feels like it was hit with a bowling ball, and she feels an uncomfortable reason to sleep. It doesn't help that her nose started bleeding and she pukes up her last meal. But, the thing that was even stranger, was the fact that no body seems to notice to her. Its like she is a ghost.
So when she finally gives up fighting the amount of sleep, she wakes up to a world filled with magic. The world that her favorite author made and the world that everybody comes to know and love.
Travel with Eliza on this incredible adventure as she is part of the forgotten story of Harry Potter.


6. The Letter

A week has pass since the first day of classes. Hermione, like promised, helps me after class with the little magic practices. While Harry, Ron, Mackenzie and I just hang out laughing about stuff that has happened to us that previous day. Draco keeps taunting me and his little minions stand behind him with their arms folded, backs lean back, and head tilted to the side as they stand as back up. They run their little mouths as if they are getting paid as Draco snickers. Ryan on the other hand, hasn't been talking to me. I still consider him as a friend because he just chooses not to hang around me while Mackenzie's around me. Which is acceptable and I totally get why.

I wait here in class tapping my finger against the wooden desk. Mackenzie is right next to me talking to a girl named Annabelle who is in Ravenclaw. We had just finished our assignment in Potions and Professor Snape went out of the classroom for something.

Potions class was by far the most difficult. I swear Professor Snape has it out for me ever sense he saw me talking to Harry. I was late one day by ten seconds and I had already lost 20 house points. It is obvious that he does not dislike Harry, in fact he hates him.

Professor Snape has a long stern face and long parted black hair that goes down to his shoulders. His eyes are cold and empty and the shade of the night's sky.

I remember the first day of class when he walks in and starts by calling out our names from the piece of paper that was in his hands. Then he starts talking about the class and what he expects from us.
"You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potion making," he begins to speak, but his voice is just above a whisper. "As there is little foolish wand waving here, many of you will believe this is magic. I don't expect you will really understand. I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, even stop death- if you aren't as big a bunch of dunderheads as I usually have to teach."

Silence fell upon us as he follows on with his speech. I exchange looks with Mackenzie as she exchange looks with the rest of the class. "Great", I thought in my head, "This is going to be a fun class." 

 "What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?" He asks suddenly. I see Mackenzie smirk as she raises her hand. "This is an easy one." She whispers to me, but to our surprise Snape ignores her hand and calls on me. "Griswold" he says. I remember my hands cramping up and feeling like the room was on fire. Did he really ignore Mackenzie's hand? "Any time now." He says impatiently. I gulp closing my heads and zooming into my thoughts. Think Eliza, think. You've read a couple chapters already, so think! I ramble through my head trying to look for the possible right answer well also causing a headache along the way...Bingo.

I reopen my heads and look at him with my head tilt to the side. "Isn't it used to make a sleeping potion?" I ask as I try to hide my face with my sleeve. "You either know this or you don't. What is it!" He snaps sternly. I look at him again, but this time I look him dead in the eyes. I can feel the tension of the other students around me and it causes me to feel butterflies, but not in the good way. "It's a sleeping potion." I say more confidently as I look over towards Mackenzie who was nodding her head just slightly. 

He nods In agreement but he doesn't look pleased with himself. Instead he keeps shooting me questions making everyone in the room to stare at me. "Where would you look if I told you to find me a bezoar?" I look up at the ceiling as I try to think of the possible answer. My head is blank like someone has turned off the light bulb that was on top of my head. "I don't know." I say fiddling my fingers with my hand. By now Mackenzie put her hand down. It is obvious that Snape wasn't going to be calling her any time soon.

He walks back and forth with his hands folded to his back. "Let's try again." he says as his shoes make a discreet sound like someone tapping on a wooden door. "What's the difference between monkshoods and wolfsbane?"

I smile as I knew the answer. "Its aconite which they are the same plant." I say quickly pleasing myself." Snape looks at me and looks around telling students to copy what he's saying down. 

"Eliza what do you think?" Mackenzie asks as she lightly taps my shoulder. "Huh?" I say as I look straight at her and the girl she's talking to. "Who do you think is the worse teacher?" She corrects herself knowing that I was not  paying any  attention to her conversation whatsoever. Fixing myself, I sit up trying to think of who I thought was the worse teacher. Instantly I thought of two teachers; Snape and Quirrell. Snape was really strict and dislikes me and Quirrell lessons are a joke. Literally. 

Quirrell teaches Defense Against the Dark Arts, which normally students in the previous years rave about. But this year, all Quirrell seems to talk about is how he ward off vampires in Romania and how he is afraid they will be coming back to get him one of these days. Plus his classroom strongly smells like garlic. Which I bet he uses it to keep those vampires away. And he also changes the subjects quickly when a students asks him how he does it like Sirius for example. 

"Professor Quirrell."I say in a toneless voice. I hear Mackenzie snicker and the other girl snort as they both cover their mouths to try to stop laughing. "That's a good one." Mackenzie says once she has her laugh controlled. "Yeah" the other girl agreed.

Snape walks back into the classroom making the room silent again. He walks towards our experiment examining the potion that we had to make. I hear him critiquing a group two tables over. I gulp hoping that our potion was good enough.

I look towards the bottle that was siting in front of me. It looks alright to me. At least compared to the others who some melt the cauldron into a twisted blob, making their potion to sweep the floor causing   them to burn  holes in the people's shoes who were near them. I nudge Mackenzie making her look up to me. "What?" she asks. I point towards our potion. "Do you think it's good enough?"

She gives me a warm smile. "Well we worked really hard on it so I hope it's good enough."

Finally Snape walks up to our table. His eyes quickly dart to our potion as he slowly picks it up placing it just under his nose as he tries to look at the bottom of it. Once he's done with that, he looks towards the side taking extra time as he flicks his fingers against the glass. Saying nothing he slides to the next table instantly telling them how bad they screwed up.  Mackenzie turns to me, "See I told you." "Psh. Yeah right you were just as nervous as I was." I say tremulously as a few giggles sneaks out of my mouth. Mackenzie laughs too causing the girl behind her to laugh as well. By now Snape is at the last table mumbling some words I do not know.  

The bell rings loudly signaling that it is time for us to head to our next class, but we do not hesitate to move. The one time we did that he told us that the bell doesn't dismiss us, he does.  That one rule is forever stuck into our brains until Snape says so, of course. Snape's orotund voice speaks up, "You all will read the chapters I assigned for you tonight, and you shall write a paper based on what you read. Now move along to your next class." I get up rushing towards the exit, until Snape's voice calls my name. Oh no. I thought as I turned back around. Mackenzie looks at me with a questioning look and I sigh while telling her to go ahead. I didn't want her to miss class even though I wanted her to stay behind. I hate walking alone and I especially hate talking to teachers, let alone Snape. 

"I was told that I needed to hand this to you." He says in a grating way while handing me a white envelope addressed to me.  I look at him strangely eyeing the envelope that's in his hands. Who could it be from? I wonder. And why did they give it to Snape to give to me? A bunch of questions ramble through my head at once making my head go crazy. "I suggest you follow the rules." Rules?  What rules?  I wonder as I grab the paper that are now in my hands. This time I slowly walk towards the door as my eyes land towards the letter that are in my hands.  I turn it both ways as I walk down the hallways. I bump into a few students as I am not paying attention to where I'm going. Should I open it? Nah. I don't want to do that right now, but then again should I?  Snape's words echo in my mind as I finally make it to class. By now the bell has already ring and the teacher tells me to go sit down, which I do. 

As I sit down, Mackenzie whispers to me. "What did Snape want?" She asks. I shrug my shoulders and secretly hand her the envelope when the teacher isn't looking. I can see her eyes go wide. "He gave you a letter, but why?" I shrug my shoulders. "I don't know, and I'm scared to open it." She looks at me apologetic and I gave her a look. By this point I can hear the teacher talking in the background about some famous wizard, Grogan Stump, who is a former Minister of Magic. I look back at Mackenzie and continue to talk to her. "If you want, I can open it." I give her a slight smile and consider her offer. "Thanks, I'll think about it." 


Class was alright today, as I got to work with plants and learn a little bit more about them. I normally don't care too much about them, but today was an exception. These plants helped me today when I really needed them to and it was a great disractchun. Professor Spout personally went up to me and told me that I did a wonderful job today. I didn't think I did that well, but I was trying to pay attention to today's lesson, besides a few times when Mackenzie and I would talk. I almost forgot about the letter until Ron brought it up. Which made Harry look at me questioning why Snape handed me a letter in the first place. I didn't know what to do so I just shrugged saying I didn't know. "Well aren't you going to find out?" Ron asks. I shrug again this time eyeing the tiny corner piece that was placed in my Herbology book. "I don't know if I want to." I tell them. "Why not?" Harry asks. I shrug once again. I didn't know how to tell them why Snape told me to follow the rules. I was confused myself and I don't want to make a hassle of things. It's already hard enough with Snape hating our guts. 

 Everything was silent as they waited for me to answer. Finally giving in, I told them all that has happened that Snape told me. "Follow the rules? What rules?" Ron asks shocked. I shake my head as I was confused about it all too. "I don't know, and honestly I'm scared to find out." I finally say, "I think I'm going to go to the common room." Mackenzie quickly looks at me and says that she's coming with.  And with that I tell Harry and Ron goodnight and that I will see them later as I exit the room with Mackenzie who is following me behind like a lost puppy. Which is strange considering it's normally me who does it to her. 

As we get to the common room with so small talk along the way, I tell her that I would see her later and that I wanted to be alone. So with that I head towards my bed and pull out the letter. My heart is beating uncontrollably fast as I feel  the paper against my skin. It feels smooth and its light weight as it waves back and forth a little bit before I straighten it out.  I read the black n white ink as it says: 

Dear Eliza Marie Griswold, 

I was going to personally tell you this in person, but I decided against to as I need to have some point across, because for some reason, you do not like to follow rules. We have rules for a reason, and quite frankly, you have no desire to follow them, am I correct? You were told to be placed in Slytherin, and I'm sure you can see my surprise when I hear from our friends in a middle of a social event that you were placed in Hufflepuff. I nearly had a heart attack and I had no idea what to tell them. More or less, I found something that can hold them off, but not for long. Now, back to business. How's Draco doing? Oh wait, you don't know do you? Again, you do not follow rules. You were told to befriend him for a reason, and now I'm hearing that you made enemies with him? This is not good, not good at all. When you come home we are going to have a serious talk about this. You're a disgrace. 

Sincerely, Mom


Her words hurt me in many ways possible. I was never told I was a disgrace ever before. I seem to really dislike her as much as Snape hates Harry. I wonder why she's so mean and why's she's like this. Is it because of her family and the way they treated her, or is she just this cruel?  I remember my nice mom who just sat all day and cried by my bedside. I wish she was real, as I figured out that my nice mom, must of been a dream of some sort. Which saddens my heart a lot because she actually cares for me. 

With the letter still in my hands I crumble it roughly and throw it hard across the room as I let a stream tears come pouring down. Trying to let the hurtful words away, as I try to move past it and my mom.



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