I don't own anything, sigh…

The newspaper articles they're from different times, this is one month after she got to camp. And ANYTHING IN ITALICS IS FRENCH.

I'M A WHAT CH 7

I was in the Hermes cabin, when I heard someone shouting that Morpheus was here to see his child. The only Morpheus camper here was me, so I ran out to finally meet my dad, face to face. We had Iris Messaged each other a lot but we had never met.

I did the only thing that came to mind; I ran up to him and said, "Hi, Dad!"

"Hello Kay, how have you been since our last I.M.?" he asked. Some of the campers seemed jealous.

"I've been good, but I got an owl that said that Dumbledore was looking everywhere for me, everywhere in England, that is, and he still couldn't find me!" Morpheus had shown me in a dream at Hogwarts what Dumbledore was up to, he just wanted to use me, and my brother. "Hey, Dad, I've kind of missed using magic, can I go to a different magic school? Like Beauxbatons? I would come back here during the summer when school's not in."

"I don't know, that Dumbleywart may have something up his sleeve…" he started.

"Please! You could ask Madam Maxine to watch over me! She's the daughter of a Cyclops and a wizard! She knows all about us!" I said.

"Ok, fine, but you MUST I.M. me at least once a week," he said.

"THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!" I ran up and hugged him. He chuckled and hugged me back.

~*TIMELAPSE TO FOURTH BOOK ABOUT TO MAKE AN ENTRANCE WITH BEAUXBATTENS*~

"Kay, get back in line!" Fleur said.

"But Fleur, I want to see their reactions!" I said.

"Kay Potter, you will stand here and like it!" she said.

"As you wish, Fleur…"

We were all wearing blue robes and blue hats. We all walked into the great hall and did our routine. I heard someone say, "Hey, Harry, isn't that your sister?" I ignore it but I hear, "Yeah, mate, you're right." I start hearing whispers across the hall. I just do my part and then I sit down between Fleur and Gabrielle, I look sort of like them, well enough to pass as their sister.

"Welcome, welcome, to another year at Hogwarts. Tonight we are honored to have some guests, the proud men of Durmstrang, and the lovely lades of Beauxbatons," Dumbledore said. He went on about how great the school was and the Tri-Wizard tournament, but the whole time I was glaring at him. The tables filled with food after he was done. And immediately three people rose from the Gryffindor table and came over to see us.

"Hello, what's your name?" asked one of the males.

"He-he stupid idiots, I don't want to talk to you right now. If you must talk to me, go back to your own table and find me after dinner. Until then, leave me in peace," I said.

"What?" asked the other one.

"I said, I don't want to talk to you right now. Go back to your own table and find me after dinner if you absolutely have to talk to me," I said with a French accent, keeping my hat so it covered my face.

"But we have to talk to you now!" said the female.

"But I have to eat now, so… goodbye!" I said, keeping the accent through the entire time I speak to them.

"Why are you being so mean?" asked the first male.

"Why are you still here?" I retorted. "I for one, am hungry, so if you will please go back to your respective table then we can all eat peacefully and I want to eat so get a move on!"

"But we need to talk to you!" the female said.

"Let's all talk in French and exclude them from the conversation, then maybe they'll get the hint and leave," Gabrielle said.

"Yeah ok, hey Gabby, have you seen the robes here? It looks like they haven't been updated for a hundred years, they look so dorkey!" I said.

"Yeah, I can't believe the girls wear them! They're so old and ugly!" she said.

(A.N. Gabrielle and Kay are both 13 link to each on profile. They're the youngest students ever to go to Beauxbatons, and they're both way smarter than the rest of the people their age, and Kay is good enough to be an adult witch. She can apparate and do all the stuff that no one but adult witches and wizards can, so the age line doesn't affect her. Gabrielle and Fleur are half bloods too. They're daughters of Aphrodite.)

"Fleur! Guess what? I can go through the age line! Madam Maxine said I could!" I said. "So you're going to have some challenge if you want to be the Beauxbatons champion!" I taunted.

"You know I'll always win! Since I AM older than you!" she said.

"Aww, shut it, Fleur," I said.

The three Gryffindors were feeling awkward and made their way back to their table.

"Ha-ha yes! Your plan worked perfectly, Gabby! I wonder if I would have been like that girl if I stayed here…" I said.

"I'm sure that you would never have been like that. You're too weird!" Gabby said.

"Thanks, I feel so much better now," I said sarcastically.

A few minutes later we got up and walked out, I was ambushed by a red headed guy, some guy with black hair, and some girl with bushy brown hair. I pulled my hat down again.

"You said we could talk to you, so now we will. My name is Her…" she started.

"I know who you are," I said, cutting her off. FYI until I start saying without a French accent, she will always speak English with a French accent. "You're Hermione Granger," pointing to her, "Ronald Weasley," pointing to the redhead, "And Harry Potter," pointing to my brother, but they didn't need to know that. "Yes, I know all about the boy who lived crap. I just don't care. If you try to pull that with me, you'll be at the receiving end of my knife. And yes, I do have a knife. My father gave it to me. I know I look a lot like that missing girl, uh, James Potter's daughter… but I'm not her." What I said is true, I'm not James Potter's daughter, I may be Lilly's daughter, but Morpheus is my father.

"You look so much like my sister. I'm sorry, I got my hopes up. Where do you go during the summer months anyway?" Harry asked.

"Camp," I said.

"Where?" Ron asked.

"Why do you need to know that, Weasley? It's a camp where only certain people can go! You're not one of them!" I said.

"Are you saying only rich people can go?" Hermione asked.

"No. You have to be in one certain family to go. You aren't. None of you are. But me, Gabrielle and Fleur are. Now may I please go to bed? I'm tired." I said. Then I walked off and I found everyone a couple corridors down, waiting in front of a picture.

Madam Maxine came down and said, "The password is, 'Periwinkle Anonymous'. Since there only 15 of us, not counting me, we will each get one room with another person."

"Gabby! Come here!" I said. We always bunked together.

"What about Fleur?" she asked.

"She can bunk with Cécile. Now come on!" I said.

So things went as normal around Hogwarts, except we were waiting for Friday when we would learn the names of our champions.

Friday rolled around and with it came the naming ceremony.

"The champion for Hogwarts is," catching the paper with the name "'CEDRIC DIGGORY!"' Dumbledore said.

"The champion for Durmstrang is," catching the paper with the name, '"VICTOR CRUMM"'

"The champion for Beauxbatons is," catching the paper with the name, '"FLEUR DELACOR'"

The fire in the cup glowed red, and two more names shot out of the cup, '"HARRY POTTER and KAY POTTER go to the back room."' I stood.

"No, Dumbleyfork, there's already a champion for Beauxbatons. There can only be one champion per school. The cup would have had to have been confounded by an extremely powerful witch or wizard. That means you, Madam Maxine, Monsure Moody, Monsure Crouch, Madam McGonagall, Monsure Snape, and Monsure Karkaroff. Personally, I think it's you, you would want me out of the way, and I am a liability in your plot to be all powerful. I ran away! And I got the best thing I could for it. I found my father! You may think my father is dead, but you are mistaken. My mother is Lilly Evens-Potter, and my dad is Monsure Morpheus. You are mistaken if you think that my dad is James Potter. Tell me, do I look like either of the Potters at all? No I don't. Anyway, I'll leave you to bicker about your problem. I'm going to go to my quarters, I love midnight. See you all for breakfast! And Dumbleydork, if you try anything to harm me, my father and his siblings, parents, aunts, uncles, and cousins WILL kill you and whoever helped you. We are a tightly knit family," I said.

Everyone was just sitting there with their mouths open, except for the people at the Beauxbatons table, they were used to me. "Close your mouths, you'll catch flies!" I said cheerfully as if I hadn't given a death threat.

Ha-ha Dumbleydork! Take that, loser!