#griffyndor

*Remus walks into room*

"No, I don't like the color."

Rosella let out a loud groan, receiving shrewd and annoyed looks from the people and staff of the dress shop they had come too.

Luna sat next to the brunette who was glaring at Beatrice who had voiced her opinion out against the dress, she stood in front of the changing room she had just come out of. The dress was a long with a off shoulder design, the color was a blood red.

It reminded her of Gryffindor, and Harry, Ron and Hermione. It reminded her of Lily Potter's hair color, it reminded her of blood and all the times they had neglected her.

"It reminds me of Gryffindor," She says simply. She had nothing against the house, she was sure that Godric and Rowena got along in the past but she just didn't want to wear red.

"What about this?" Rosella said grabbing a pretty pink dress, it was quite beautiful but she didn't want to wear something so...babyish. Well, not babyish but pink really wasn't something she wanted to wear for Christmas.

"No. The color of pretty but I don't want to wear that."

Rosella scowls. "Your really picky, you know that? Come on, Luna and I also need to find a dress." She complained.

"Well, I can sit and watch you two and then we can a pick dress for me later." Beatrice told her softly.

Rosella stared at her for a few moments before nodding.

So, it began.

Luna tried only three dresses before deciding a baby blue color dress with long sleeves and ruffles. Rosella, however.....

"No."

"I don't like this one."

"It's too...green."

"This is too short,"

"Okay, this is pretty but I look like cotton candy."

"Wow, but this color is really horrible on me."

"Oh come on! This looks hideous on me."

Beatrice stared at Rosella, her face stoic but inside she was screaming. Tired is what described her, no, exhausted is what perceived her and Luna. They sat in front of the dressing room as their friend continued to try on dresses.

"Okay, I think this is the one." Rosella stepped out to reveal a shimmery purple dress with a sweetheart neckline and black designs on the chest.

Beatrice blinks. "Wow.... you look-"

"Beautiful and unique," Luna intercedes with a mesmerized smile.

"Great!" Rosella claps her hands. She turns to Beatrice with a narrowed gaze, "Now my dear B, it's your turn."

.............

They had no such luck.

The trio of girls had no such luck with finding Beatrice a dress, and that's what they were talking about when they arrived back at the castle, the snow falling gently down on him.

The sky was white, a beautiful pure Dove color, the color of a swan. The clouds were above them, snowflakes falling down on them with a shimmer. The whole castle was covered in snow, it looked like it was decorated with powdery sugar of goodness.

"You couldn't even find a dress!" Rosella's loud voice echoed around the quiet but large hallway of Hogwarts castle. "Who does that? Not one dress appeased you! What does that even mean?!"

Professor Dumbledore and Professor Sprout were walking towards them when they heard the voices growing near them.

"Not one dress! Who does that? Beatrice, you need a dress in two days. We'll go again tomorrow and go to a different store,"

"No. I won't fine a dress. I'd rather go in sweats,"

"The fuck you are!"

"Language, Miss Jones." Professor Sprout told her, the two teachers now in front of them. "That'll be two points from Ravenclaw."

"Oh, man!" Rosella groans out loud, swinging her arm in annoyance.

Professor Sprout shook her head in amusement. "I'll see you, Headmaster." she nods at him before moving forward and walking away from them.

Albus turned to the girls. "I'll see you ladies at the Yule Ball, won't I?" He asks, his eyes lingering on Beatrice.

The three girls nodded and he quickly walked away.

Beatrice watched him go with an intrigued gaze.

...........................

It was during Breakfast the next morning when it happened.

Hedwig was the Snowy owl of Beatrice Potter, Hagrid had gotten it for her. She was a beautiful blue eyed owl that Beatrice absolutely adored and cherished. Her own animal companion.

"Look!" A girl yells as Hegwig holds a large box and drops it before Beatrice and her friends, the owl then takes a seat next to it.

Beatrice looks at the box with furrowed eyebrows, unaware of the blue eyes watching her from the professor's table.

"Did you order something?" Rosella asked, picking apart and eating some green grapes, she popped a few in her mouth.

Beatrice only shakes her head before she stands up and starts opening the box up. She glances up to see most of the Ravenclaw girls glancing at her, she even sees Ron whisper to Harry before they turn to look at her.

She ignores them and opens the box, however when she does open it, a loud audible gasp escapes her.

Rosella jolts forward. "What? What is it?" Peeking in, her eyes widen. "No way!" She yells, grabbing most of the table's attention.

"What?" Luna asks also taking a peek. She then sees a beautiful silver sequined dress, shimmering gracefully, it was folded up nicely. There were also a pair of heels, along with a silver hair clip that had decorative silver flowers.

Luna blinks, a smile growing on her face. "Who sent it?" She asks immediately.

"What?" Beatrice mumbles in confusion, glancing at her best friend.

"Well, you didn't get it."

"Um, I'm not sure." Beatrice mumbles, can't containing the small smile breaking out on her face. She then sees a small note taped to the side.

She grabs it before showing it to the girls.

Dear, Ms. Potter

Hope you like the Dress, I matched it to your preferences.

From, A

Rosella blinks. "Oh my Merlin. Did A send a message to you?"

"What?" Beatrice furrows her brows. "Who's A?"

Rosella's shakes her head. "Don't worry about it, it's from a book series. I was joking." She then smirks mischievously. "Looks like you've got a secret admirer," she sings.

Beatrice blushed, clearing her throat. "Don't be ridiculous. A could be anyone. It could be the dressshop owner that sent me this, she may not like a girl not going with a dress. I hear she's very dedicated to her fashion skills,"

Rosella snorts. "Yeah, sure. Whatever you say,"

Luna shakes her head. "It's highly unlikely, Beatrice. Why would a seamstress send you a dress when she doesn't even know you, she doesn't even know of your owl much less your preferences. The dress is clearly from someone who knows you, and what you like. That or maybe someone followed you and spied on you to find out what you like,"

Rosella blinks. "Facts. Except the stalking part, that's a bit...creepy."

Beatrice sighs and turns to look at the box, she smiles as she stares at it. She feels the material, staring at the shiny sequins that were glimmering and beaming. She's never been gifted a dress before, she was grateful for whomever gave her the beautiful material.

But who gave it to her? She frowns in confusion before holding the note up, staring at it.

"Oh, well. Atleast you have a dress now, you're going to be the center of attention at the ball now." Rosella sqeals happily, her eyes shining brightly.

Beatrice gave a tight lipped smile, her eyes darting all over the large room before looking at the dress in hand.

She really didn't want the attention, she always got bad attention which got her teased. But she loved the dress, she stared at it with a genuine smile, her eyes gleaming.

..........

"You know, I honestly thought it would be more entertaining."

Beatrice bit her bottom lip as she and her friends were sat in the stands for the Second Task. She frowns, a bit worried for them.

They had to save something under the water, the something was a person. Viktor had saved Hermione, which was totally surprising because she didn't honestly think the two would get together. And Fleur had failed to save her sister.

Which meant.....

"And there he is!"

Beatrice looked to see that Harry had saved both Ron and Gabrielle, Fleur's sister. Harry was wet with water, but Beatrice could still see the arrogant glint in his eyes. He gave a smile, exhausted but the crowd still cheered.

Beatrice sighs, well, atleast Harry was safe. He might have hated her but she still, kinda, cared about him.

Rosella rolls her eyes. "Big deal, blah, blah, blah."

Luna smiles, looking at the whole scene. "It seems as Cedric and Harry are friends," Watching as the two talked.

"Wow, Professor Dumbledore doesn't look happy." Rosella points out.

Beatrice looks at him and sees the headmaster arguing quietly with Barty Crouch, and the other man who was sponsoring the whole thing, she forgot his name. It must have been that the thing was a person.

He certainly didn't look happy. He looked angry, he looked scary when he was angry, and the Dumbledore she knew never really got angry. No one's ever seen Dumbledore angry.

And he looked absolutely scary, so dangerous. She quickly looked away, she watches as Harry tells Ron and Hermione something, causing them to frown.

Well, after this. The Yule Ball will happening, yay. Not to mention her birthday, she was turning 14 after Christmas. She was born a day after Christmas, on Christmas Eve.

That was what she was partly looking forward too. The last three years had been the best as Rosella and Luna always gave her an amazing birthday special surprise, she actually had friends who cared about her.

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Beatrice could feel eyes on her as she enters the Great Hall, which had magically been transported into a beautiful venue for Winter.

Instead of the large long tables for the houses, there were small round tables in blue cloths, along with everything else. The theme was winter, so blue, white and silver. Her dress matched the theme.

Rosella had curled Beatrice's hair and put it in a high bun with a few strands falling out. The dress was beautiful on her, along with the silver heels and the clip on her head.

Luna was wearing a blue dress with her hair done while Rosella wore a pretty purple dress, her hair curled and in a ravishing braid.

Beatrice noticed many of the boys looking at her and frowns, she walks beside her friends as they take a seat at an empty table. Why were they staring at her? She looked at all of them, confused, with her furrowed eyebrows.

"Oh man, these aren't real nilla wafers." Rosella said with her mouth full, she looks down at the table where all the goodies like chocolate, biscuits and small cakes were placed.

Beatrice giggled.

Luna looks around the room dreamily, her eyes gleaming with amazement at how well put together everything was. It looked absolutely beautiful, like a true Winter Wonderland. "It's so beautiful," she says with a smile.

Beatrice sighs, looking around with a happy look on her face. "Yes, it really is "

"Oh look, it's Looney Lovegood." A Slytherin girl says walking over, her dress was a short but a puffy green color. Her makeup was dark and smokey, her heels atleast 8 inches or so. "Aww, and it's Boo hoo Potter."

That was another name since Beatrice was also seen as a cry baby.

"Oh look, you covered up your blemishes and pimples." The Slytherin said with a smirk.

Rosella sighs, annoyed. "Don't make me spill my juice on you," she gets up and holds her glass of cranberry juice. The Slytherins immediately back away.

Beatrice frowns. And here she wanted to enjoy a quiet night, a peaceful night where she could have fun. She looked at the front and saw that the dancing was about to begin.

"Come on," Rosella grabs her and Luna and the three walk through the crowd at the front. They all watch as the Champions and their dates get ready.

Beatrice blinks. Fleur was with a boy she didn't know of, Cedric was with Cho Cheng, Viktor Krum was with....Hermione?! Her lips part and she looks to see an angry Ron near the corner.

She looks to see Haryy with Padma, dancing rather, well, not so good. She then sees Ginny dancing with Neville, Beatrice frowns and looks away.

The first time she had met Ginny, she had been a bit cocky. But she was shy when she had seen Harry, she had a crush on him but Harry being him, couldn't see it.

She shakes her head, letting out a sigh.

"Hmm, how romantic." Rosella sighs with a content smile. "I wish someone big and strong asked me to dance with him,"

Beatrice chuckles, she smiles as she looks at the dancing in front of them. Now all that was left was the Third Task and then the year would be over. She wished that it didn't, she didn't want to go home to her parents again.

She would be ignored all the way.

What was worse was that Sirius would be joining them. He had to be hidden until a fair trial was given to him, which would take a while since the Ministry was stupid and incompetent.

She sighs and looks around with a frown, bored. She thought it would more exciting, but it wasn't. Sure, people were now starting to dance and music was playing, the decorations were truly amazing but she thought it be more fun.

But it was getting boring. She looked to see Rosellea accept a hand of a shy Hufflepuff and the two start dancing gracefully together. She smiles.

She turns to Luna, but finds the platinum blonde walking away to the table and sit down, a book in her hands. She blinks, she had no idea where Luna had pulled that book out from but atleast she was enjoying herself.

Luna was in the year below them. While Rosella and Beatrice were in their fourth year, Luna was in her third year, same with Ginny Weasley.

"Ms. Potter. Care to dance?"

Beatrice heard gasps and whispers, but she ignored them and turned towards the familar voice. She swallows hard when she sees that Headmaster Dumbledore was staring at her, his hand outstretched for her to take.

He wore a dazzling gray three piece suit, looking more handsome than he was already was. His hair was pushed back in neat style and she could see he was growing a slight beard, however it didn't look like a beard, but she guessed he might have been growing one.

"Professor Dumbledore?" Beatrice blinks in surprise, looking around.

"Would you...?" He nods over at the dancing people. Beatrice stares at him for a few moments before slowly nodding, she places her small dainty hand in his large callused ones.

He leads her over to the main floor, and the two start dancing, Beatrice ignores the piercing stares that she was getting tired of. She glances over Dumbledore's shoulder to see Harry staring at her, his gaze looking between her and the headmaster.

She looks away to see Dumbledore looking at her, like he was analyzing her, his gaze was intense.

"What are you staring at?" Beatrice asks hesitantly, she looks around the ballroom. She sees Madem Maxime and Hagrid dancing together.

"I'm staring at a girl, a sister that your brother hasn't told me about."

Beatrice tenses. "Yeah, well, me and Harry aren't close." She shrugs, giggling nervously.

Albus stares at her, slowly nodding. "I can tell." He states, he frowns at her. "I notice that your particularly quiet, and unlike your brother, you don't meddle in stuff that's dangerous." He twirls her as one of Beatrice's favorite song is played.

And it was a muggle song. Surprisingly.

Two kids with their hearts on fire

Who's gonna save us now?

When we thought that we couldn't get higher

Things started looking down

I look at you and you look at me

Like nothing but strangers now

Two kids with their hearts on fire

Don't let it burn us out

Beatrice laughs. "Yeah, well, I guess I would if I took risks, but I don't. I guess I'm cautious and think things through, I am a Ravenclaw of course."

Albus smiles, nodding. "I guess you are. But you wouldn't help you brother?" He questions, although it came curiously.

Beatrice hesitates.

Think about what you believe in now

Am I someone you cannot live without?

'Cause I know I don't wanna live without you, yeah

Come on, let's turn this all around

Bring it all back to that bar downtown

When you wouldn't let me walk out on you, yeah

"Well," She says with her eyebrows furrowed, Her dress swishing beneath her. "I would, but Harry already has Hermione and Ron. Plus, I'm not special, not like him." She shakes her head, smiling sadly.

"Oh, on the contrary, I think your very special." Albus states rather calmly. "I think your special in your own ways, in more ways than one. Maybe more special than your brother," he states quietly.

Beatrice blinks, her lips parting.

You said, "Hey, whatcha doing for the rest of your life?"

And I said, "I don't even know what I'm doing tonight"

Went from one conversation to your lips on mine

And you said, "I never regretted the day that I called you mine"

So I call you mine

Can I call you mine? (Ooh)

And you said, "I never regretted the day that I called you mine"

"I-uh," Beatrice shakes her head. "Harry literally destroyed Voldermort three times, that's an achievement."

Albus stares at her. "Your not afraid to say his name, Ms. Potter." He notes with a smile.

"Fear of a name only increases the thing itself," Beatrice states, following her feet after his. He twirls her and brings her back to him, she yelps quietly when she meets his chest. She meets his gaze.

"Smart." Albus smiles.

Beatrice smiles back at him. She was actually enjoying herself, she looks around and sighs softly.

Albus stares at her, looking around the room with a contemplative expression on his face. "Don't let them get to you," he speaks up. "Don't let anyone but yourself have a opinion on yourself."

"What?"

"Don't let anyone but yourself have a opinion on yourself," Dumbledore states rather sternly, his gaze dark but also intense. "No one has an opinion on yourself but you. Let people think what they think, they don't define you, you yourself do. You define yourself,"

Beatrice swallows hard, moving to the rhythm.

Dumbledore shakes his head. "There is a reason why your brother is in Griffyndor, they may be brave but they can foolish. Looking for trouble is not the right way, the way Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley and Ms. Granger do." He sighs.

"What do you mean?"

"While they have a knack for saving people, they also have a knack for doing dangerous things and not thinking everything through." He pulls her closer, "My point, Ms. Potter is that you are special. You are just as special as your brother,"

Beatrice shakes her head. "But I've never done anything heroic, much less meet Voldermort." She frowns.

"You may not have, but I do think your very special. Define yourself. Stand up for yourself. Don't let others dicate what you want to do, what you wanna be, why let them? You are you, not them."

Beatrice bites her bottom lip, never thinking it that way and she was a Ravenclaw. She didn't think that she could be one when she didn't think like that, was she even intellectual? Sheblooks back at him.

"See you soon, Beatrice." Albus gives her a warm smile before pulling apart and walking away, she watched him go. His words rang in her mind, she had no idea what to say to that.

She shakes her head, stood alone on the dance floor, with people surrounding her as they all danced gracefully.

Now, only the third task was left. And then the Triwizard Tournament would end and the winner would be announced. She wondered if it would Vikor, Fleur, Cedric or maybe even Harry. She just knew if her brother won it would definitely boost his ego, their parents would be more proud of him and everyone would love him more.

He would just become more famous, he did enter the tournament, he was only 14, it might have been an unknown accident but still, he was still Harry Potter.

Beatrice swallows hard, she wondered what would happen in the future. For some reason, she felt like something bad would happen, she shakes her head and walks away from the dance floor.

"What's wrong?" Rosella asks, walking towards her.

"I have a very bad feeling." Beatrice whispered.

Rosella only frowns.

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Her words were right.

He was back.

Cedric was dead.

Beatrice watched in frozen shock as Lily, James, Sirius and Remus ran towards Harry, who was crying over Cedric's body. She stares at them, tears growing in her eyes, she hesitatinly stands up on shaky legs.

She looks around, noticing everyone screaming and crying. She whimpers, covering her mouth as horror seeped in.

"HE'S BACK! HE'S BACK!" Harry cried out, clutching Cedric's body, not letting go even though Lily was trying to craddle him to her chest, tears streaming down his face. Remus was on his other side while Sirius and James were arguing with Dumbledore, and the other Professors.

"Beatrice!"

She turned to see a crying Rosella hurrying towards her, sniffling. "Did, did you hear?" She whispered.

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