How will you act if you suddenly found yourself as a baby, and not just any baby .
A potter ?
Well as confusing and amusing that may be , this is what happened to me.
Hi !! My name is Camelia Cerelia Potter , and I'm the baby who wasn't supposed t...
The storm had blown itself out by the following morning, though the ceiling in the Great Hall was still gloomy; heavy clouds of pewter gray swirled overhead as Draco, Theo and I examined our new course schedules at breakfast.
“Today’s not bad . . . Only two classes with Gryffindors,” said Draco, who was running his finger down the Monday column of his schedule.
“Potions with Ravenclaws, Care of Magical Creatures with Gryffindors . . . Ancient Runes and DADA with Gryffindors "
After an awfull morning brewing Blood-Replenishing Potions requested by Madam Pomphrey, ridiculously hard runes to decipher and an honestly disgusting class Hagrid , Theo and I reached the entrance hall, which was packed with people queuing for dinner.
We had just joined the end of the line, when a loud voice rang out behind them.
“Weasley! Hey, Weasley!”
I turned to see, Draco along with Crabbe and Goyle crowding around Harry, Ron, and Hermione.
I walked towards the group close enough to only hear their conversation and not let anyone see me.
If I needed to know what Draco was like without me being around, I had to see how far he could go.
And honestly I only remember the ball and the tournaments in fourth year, so I have no idea about what's going to take place.
“What?” said Ron shortly.
“Your dad’s in the paper, Weasley!” said Draco, brandishing a copy of the Daily Prophet and speaking very loudly, so that everyone in the packed entrance hall could hear.
