Categories > Books > Harry Potter > There Once Was a Girl Named Elizabeth Riddle
If you believe
Within your heart
You'll know that no one can change
The path that you must go
Believe what you feel
And know you're right because
The time will come around
When you'll say it's yours
I lied. Good friends don’t send other friends up into the sky on a broom when they are as clumsy as I am. This was a stupid decision on both our parts. I’ve already almost fallen four times and we’ve only been out for about thirty minutes.
“I’m hopeless,” I say to Draco who is hovering next to me.
“No, you can learn. You’ve just got to believe in yourself,” Malfoy replies with a smile.
I shake my head. I’m not confident enough to believe in myself. This was a really dumb idea. I should just accept the fact I cannot fly and just be content watching other.
“Land,” instructs Draco who zooms towards the ground.
This is one thing I have actually managed to get good at. I point the nose of the broom; Draco borrowed it from the school’s supply, towards the ground and pull up just before I get too close. Draco nods approving.
“Get on my broom.”
“What?’ I question a bit confused.
“I want you to feel how it feels to fly, and then you’ll be able to do it.”
“You really think so?”
“I know so,” replies Draco holding out his hand to me so I am able to get on his broom. “Hold on!”
We shoot up into the air, my arms instantly locking around Draco, my chin resting on his shoulder. The wind blows through my hair, the cold night air filling my nose making me feel new inside. The emotions bubble to the surface. All of a sudden I am crying and laughing all at the same time. I’ve held too many things inside for too long and I’m only eleven.
“Thank you,” I whisper.
“For what?”
“For bringing me back.”
“I’ve not got a clue what you mean but alright,” answers Draco as we land.
I continue to laugh as Draco walks back towards the common room with me having called it a night after he took me up. I don’t mind. All I know is that I’ve awoken and I’m never letting myself go to sleep like that again. I’m eleven; I am supposed to be getting into trouble, eating candy, laughing with my friends not worry about what everyone else thinks.
Next morning
“You like him don’t you?” questions Pansy who has accepted to fact nothing will happen between her and Draco. She’s been a lot more civil to everyone lately.
“No way,” I reply shaking my head which causes my curls to hit me in the face multiple times.
“You do. I can tell, you’re cheeks are pink,” insists Pansy.
Blaise sits down next to me, “Her cheeks are always pink, Pansy. What are you talking about anyway?”
“Elizabeth likes Draco,” announces Pansy.
“I do not!” I reply, my voice rising a little. I’m glad only Pansy, Blaise and I occupy the common room this Saturday morning.
“Why so defensive, huh, Riddle?” Blaise questions, prying the little black book I was writing in only a few minutes ago out of my hands.
Getting up I chase his about the common room, “Blaise give it back!”
Uncoordinated and still a bit groggy I manage to trip over a rug, landing at the bare feet of someone. Who else is in here still?
“I see you’ve managed to fall once already today, little miss clumsy,” Draco jokes offering me his hand in the other is my book. “I think this is yours.”
“Yeah, thanks,” I reply with a smile receiving a raised eye brow from Pansy.
“What are you three doing down here anyway?” asks Draco, sitting on the arm of a leather chair.
“Blaise and Pansy are accusing me of something that’s not true.”
“It’s so true,” replies Pansy with a smile.
“Is not.”
“What’s going on?” asks a confused Draco.
Pansy, Blaise and I look at each other talking all together, “Never mind.”
Do I like Draco? It’s possible. He’s cute and funny and one of my best friends but he’s only a friend. That’s the only way I’ve ever thought of him. At least I think. Actually I’m not sure what to think anymore. No! I’m not going back to being asleep. I shouldn’t have to deal with this stuff. So what if I like Draco as more than a friend or just a friend it’s no one’s business. Besides, I’m only eleven; I’ve got plenty of time to figure all this stuff out.
These are the thoughts that run through my head as all four of us head towards the Great Hall to get breakfast. I’m not really hungry. Instead of eating I sit next to Draco wondering if he’ll take me flying again today. It’s the weekend and most teachers don’t pay very much attention to what we do. I have a feeling I’ll do better tonight though.
I’ve started doing much better in my classes now that I actually attend them. Draco and I spend a lot of time together in front of the fire place writing our papers. I no longer try to stay in class with Snape. Ever since the love incident he hasn’t been as friendly to me as before. I still don’t quite understand the whole thing.
Dumbledore continues to keep an eye on me. Sometimes I get called to his office for no reason. He usually gives me a candy, asks a few questions about how school is going and then lets me leave. I try not to think too much about that.
Sometimes I notice some of the older students whispering as I walk down the hallway. This bothers me more than anything else.
I’m not my father.
Within your heart
You'll know that no one can change
The path that you must go
Believe what you feel
And know you're right because
The time will come around
When you'll say it's yours
I lied. Good friends don’t send other friends up into the sky on a broom when they are as clumsy as I am. This was a stupid decision on both our parts. I’ve already almost fallen four times and we’ve only been out for about thirty minutes.
“I’m hopeless,” I say to Draco who is hovering next to me.
“No, you can learn. You’ve just got to believe in yourself,” Malfoy replies with a smile.
I shake my head. I’m not confident enough to believe in myself. This was a really dumb idea. I should just accept the fact I cannot fly and just be content watching other.
“Land,” instructs Draco who zooms towards the ground.
This is one thing I have actually managed to get good at. I point the nose of the broom; Draco borrowed it from the school’s supply, towards the ground and pull up just before I get too close. Draco nods approving.
“Get on my broom.”
“What?’ I question a bit confused.
“I want you to feel how it feels to fly, and then you’ll be able to do it.”
“You really think so?”
“I know so,” replies Draco holding out his hand to me so I am able to get on his broom. “Hold on!”
We shoot up into the air, my arms instantly locking around Draco, my chin resting on his shoulder. The wind blows through my hair, the cold night air filling my nose making me feel new inside. The emotions bubble to the surface. All of a sudden I am crying and laughing all at the same time. I’ve held too many things inside for too long and I’m only eleven.
“Thank you,” I whisper.
“For what?”
“For bringing me back.”
“I’ve not got a clue what you mean but alright,” answers Draco as we land.
I continue to laugh as Draco walks back towards the common room with me having called it a night after he took me up. I don’t mind. All I know is that I’ve awoken and I’m never letting myself go to sleep like that again. I’m eleven; I am supposed to be getting into trouble, eating candy, laughing with my friends not worry about what everyone else thinks.
Next morning
“You like him don’t you?” questions Pansy who has accepted to fact nothing will happen between her and Draco. She’s been a lot more civil to everyone lately.
“No way,” I reply shaking my head which causes my curls to hit me in the face multiple times.
“You do. I can tell, you’re cheeks are pink,” insists Pansy.
Blaise sits down next to me, “Her cheeks are always pink, Pansy. What are you talking about anyway?”
“Elizabeth likes Draco,” announces Pansy.
“I do not!” I reply, my voice rising a little. I’m glad only Pansy, Blaise and I occupy the common room this Saturday morning.
“Why so defensive, huh, Riddle?” Blaise questions, prying the little black book I was writing in only a few minutes ago out of my hands.
Getting up I chase his about the common room, “Blaise give it back!”
Uncoordinated and still a bit groggy I manage to trip over a rug, landing at the bare feet of someone. Who else is in here still?
“I see you’ve managed to fall once already today, little miss clumsy,” Draco jokes offering me his hand in the other is my book. “I think this is yours.”
“Yeah, thanks,” I reply with a smile receiving a raised eye brow from Pansy.
“What are you three doing down here anyway?” asks Draco, sitting on the arm of a leather chair.
“Blaise and Pansy are accusing me of something that’s not true.”
“It’s so true,” replies Pansy with a smile.
“Is not.”
“What’s going on?” asks a confused Draco.
Pansy, Blaise and I look at each other talking all together, “Never mind.”
Do I like Draco? It’s possible. He’s cute and funny and one of my best friends but he’s only a friend. That’s the only way I’ve ever thought of him. At least I think. Actually I’m not sure what to think anymore. No! I’m not going back to being asleep. I shouldn’t have to deal with this stuff. So what if I like Draco as more than a friend or just a friend it’s no one’s business. Besides, I’m only eleven; I’ve got plenty of time to figure all this stuff out.
These are the thoughts that run through my head as all four of us head towards the Great Hall to get breakfast. I’m not really hungry. Instead of eating I sit next to Draco wondering if he’ll take me flying again today. It’s the weekend and most teachers don’t pay very much attention to what we do. I have a feeling I’ll do better tonight though.
I’ve started doing much better in my classes now that I actually attend them. Draco and I spend a lot of time together in front of the fire place writing our papers. I no longer try to stay in class with Snape. Ever since the love incident he hasn’t been as friendly to me as before. I still don’t quite understand the whole thing.
Dumbledore continues to keep an eye on me. Sometimes I get called to his office for no reason. He usually gives me a candy, asks a few questions about how school is going and then lets me leave. I try not to think too much about that.
Sometimes I notice some of the older students whispering as I walk down the hallway. This bothers me more than anything else.
I’m not my father.
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