this book is horrible.- sincerely, the author who wrote this shit
What if there wasn't one, but two survivors to Voldemort's attack on the Potters.
Y/n Lilian Potter, twin sister to Harry James Potter.
Y/n is known for her silver toung, she takes n...
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You sat in the common room with Kaydence, and Draco. Kaydence was angrily pacing back and forth, ranting about Umbridge. Draco lay on the leather couch, his head in your lap. You gently ran your fingers through his hair, listening to your bestfriend rant.
"That foul beast!" She shouted, "We can't do anything! We aren't leaning a single thing! We've never gonna pass our classes!"
"She's completely taking over, it's horrible. I've asked my father to deal with her, all he says is 'she's good for the schoo'" Draco said scoffed, "Arsehole." He mumbled.
You sighed "We need to do something, we need a different teacher. Or we need to get rid of her." You said.
"Can you just kill her like you did to Quirrell in first year?" Kaydence asked.
You gave her a look "That-" you started, pointing a finger at her "-was a complete accident."
"Yeah, can you accidentally do it again?" Kaydence asked.
"No!" You and Draco exclaimed.
"I don't need my girlfriend going to Azkaban." He mumbled.
You ran your hands through his soft blonde hair, "You can try and get rid of me, but it'll never happen."
"Think Harry has some kind of idea?" Kaydence asked, flopping on the recliner.
You shrugged "I haven't talked to him since the whole Trelawney thing, I'm sure they have an idea or something. I'll talk him tomorrow at lunch."
"Do you have to?" Draco asked, almost whining.
"Yes, would you like to join?" You asked, looking down at him.
He sighed "I really don't wanna sit there, but I also don't wanna deal with Parkinson." He groaned.
You raised your brow "Well?" You asked.
"Fine!" Draco exclaimed, "Fine fine fine." He said. "Only because I wanna sit with you."
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You walked into the great hall, hand in hand with Draco. You dragged him over to the Gryffindor table, as he let out a irritated groan. "I hate this!" He hissed, seeming annoyed.
You rolled your eyes and plopped yourself down in front of Harry and Hermione, pushing Ron out of the way. "We need a plan." You hissed, glancing over at the teachers table.
