Is this reality? (Harry Potter/George Weasley FF)

Chapter eight - The Keeper.

Charlotte's POV:

I wake up to the banging on my bedroom door, I groan then literally fall out of bed, hitting my arm on my bedside table on the way down, I drag myself over to the door and fling it open giving the person death glares for waking me up. I see Harry looking at me happily but then he sees the look on my face and the grin fades 'I'm sorry for waking you up it's just that the first quidditch match is today and I thought you might want to come down, actually I just really want you to come down and see me play, I've never had any family see me play before.' He says quietly and I perk up, loving the fact my little brother wants me to see him play quidditch.

'Of course I'll come, I'll just get changed and then I'll walk to the Great Hall with you, kay?!' I tell him and his huge grin reappears on his face, he nods his head and hugs me

'Thanks Lottie.' He mumbles and I squeeze him a little tighter

 'Its fine, I can't miss the first chance I'm going to get to watch you play quidditch am I?!' I say as I let him go so I can go and get ready.

 I look outside the window to find its horrible weather, it's raining like there's no tomorrow, it's windy and I'm guessing extremely cold.

 I put on clean lingerie, pull on two pairs of thick leggings, a crème cable knit jumper under a khaki coloured parka coat. I leave my hair in its natural waves (I washed it last night after I had been to give Padfoot some food and water) then put some gloves/mittens on and wrap my Gryffindor scarf around my neck. I pull on three pairs of socks then put my brown leather boots on. I don't wear makeup anymore because I found a spell which lengthened and darkened your eyelashes and that's the only make up I wore before since my skin has always been crystal clear. I pick up my wand from my bedside table, head over to the mirror and check my outfit, I approve of it then I step outside my room to see Harry sitting by himself waiting for me 'You ready to go to breakfast?!' I ask him and his head shoots around and he nods while smiling at me. I sling my arm around his shoulder and we walk down to the Great Hall. It's quite quiet apart from most of the quidditch players from Gryffindor (I notice Fred and George aren't down here yet, typical!) and I think probably all of the Hufflepuff players, I remove my arm from Harry as we sit down next to each other than a rather attractive seventh year comes down and sits opposite us looking anxious

 'Harry, eat your breakfast, you need the energy, we'll have to change tactics because we're no longer playing Slytherin because of that bloody Malfoy kid.' He says in frustration I groan at the mention of Malfoy's name and the boy seems to just realize I'm here, he seems to calm down a bit but he still looks quite flustered ‘I, I don't think we've met before I'm Oliver Wood, Gryffindor quidditch captain!' He says in an adorable Scottish accent and sticks his hand across the table

'It's nice to meet you; I'm Charlotte Potter, Harry's big sister!' I say as I grab his big, strong hand and shake it

'You never told me you had a sister Harry!' Oliver says as he turns back to Harry

'I never knew until about a month before school started.' he says and Oliver seems to understand as he nods with a sort of sympathetic vibe but then his attention drifts elsewhere when two ginger haired twins tumble sleepily into the hall

'Finally!' Oliver shouts as he gets up and marches over to the twins

'Is he always like that?!' I ask Harry and he laughs lightly

'Only before a game, he's actually a really nice person!' he tells me and now it's my turn to laugh lightly

'He seems it, just a little anxious but I suppose that'll come with being quidditch captain.' I say Harry just nods and takes another bite out of his buttered toast.