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You are (Y/N) Potter, younger sister of Harry Potter by a year. James and Lily are still alive and Voldy's dead! Enjoy!

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*♡*(Y/N)'s POV*♡*

Harry has always been the favourite child. It's obvious, isn't it? He's the one who survived Voldefart, he's the one who's survived death multiple times. Compared to him, I'm pretty much unnoticeable.

Harry and I used to be really close. Like, really close. Almost inseparable. That is, until he started going to Hogwarts. That's when he made new friends, and didn't spend as much time with me anymore. It was always Ron and Hermione this and Ron and Hermione that. They've come to visit a few times. I suppose they're nice, but whenever they come over I'm usually left out.

Mum often asks me why I don't ask anyone over for the holidays. It's not that I don't have friends, because I do, but I'm afraid inviting them over could cause trouble.

You see, my best friend is Draco Malfoy, and I think you can tell why it could cause trouble if he came over. I suppose mum wouldn't mind, but dad and Harry would go ballistic. Probably wouldn't let him into the house.

But enough about that, moving on. I was the first one up today, so I thought I'd make everyone breakfast. Making sure the floorboards didn't creak, I tiptoed into the kitchen and silently got to work. Within half an hour, four plates stacked with pancakes sat on the dining table. I quickly ate mine, and was tempted to eat everyone else's, but then thought against it. After placing my plate in the sink, I traipsed back up to my room.

Come to think about it, I'm pretty sure I've spent most of my life in my room. It's my happy place, I guess.

I paced the room aimlessly when my brain had the amazing idea to write a letter to Draco. I frantically searched my unorganized drawers for a quill, ink and parchment. After a few hundred thousand years I found them and I began to write.

Greetings, idiot,

I hope your summer is going well so far. Also, I know you're gonna ask me to come over, so ima tell you right now, as much as I want I can'ttttttt! You know how it is. I'm a Potter, you're a Malfoy. If they realize we're friends then I don't even wanna think about the consequences.

Mooooooving on. I got my own owl just last week! Her name is Panda, because she has these really cool black markings around her eyes. Harry said that it looked like she'd been punched and gotten two black eyes, but I didn't mind that because that was the first time he had willingly spoken to me in days! Maybe he'll finally care about me again!

I do hope you're enjoying the holidays! Don't do anything stupid, although it's probably second nature by now. Hehe.

Lots of Love,

Princess💕

I read over it again. Seems alright. I pulled a green envelope from the colour coded stack on my desk, popped the letter in and headed downstairs again, eager to send Panda off on her first letter delivery. I was so excited, that I almost didn't realize Harry was already downstairs, his plate already in the sink, reading 'Quidditch Through The Ages' for the umpteenth time.

"Morning big brother!" I said cheerfully, praying that he'd greet me back as I unlocked the front door.
He looked up from his book, a quizzical expression on his face.

"Where do you think you're going this early?" he asked, sternly. The only time he pays attention to me is when he's accuses me of something, tells me off or when mum asks him to get me for her.