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...
"Whatever you're planning, I want in." Just a filler<3
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You walked through the halls with Harry, he was telling you about his recent lesson with Snape, and the information he found out. You frowned in thought as you walked theough the halls together.
"I mean, explains why he hates you. Everyone says you look like dad." You explained.
Harry rolled his eyes "Yeah, whatever." He grumbled.
You let out a tired yawn "Ugh, I wanna chuck myself in the black lake." You grumbled.
"Why?" Harry questioned.
"I haven't been getting any friggin sleep." You mumbled, "With exams I've been so busy."
It was true you where exhausted. Exams where coming up soon, and everything seemed to keep getting worse. You felt like you where going insane, headaches at every moment. And less and less sleep, due to both you and Draco constantly studying.
"Y/n, you need to sleep more." Harry said.
You glared at your brother "Yeah, bite me." You glared.
Harry sighed, and shook his head "Theres really no point in telling you anything eh?"
"Nope, I'm a hopeless case." You shrugged.
As you walked down the hall, you saw Fred and George with a boy. Comforting him. You could hear the boy crying, and whimpering. It shattered your heart, and anger filled your body.
They where looking at his hand, and your frowned "Another student, tortured by that crazy brat." You snarled.
"What's your name?" Fred asked the boy, as you slowly walked closer Harry following.
"Michael..." The boy answered, glumly.
"Your hand's gonna be fine, Michael." Fred said.
"Yeah. It's not as bad as it seems. See?" George added, holding his hand up to show his own scar.
"It's fading already." Fred said.
"You can hardly see ours anymore, and the pain stops after a while." George said.
The boy sobbed and your heart shattered, you chewed on the inner part of your cheek. That was until you heard someone clear their throat. Your head snapped up, and there stood Umbridge. As usual, she was in her pink attire. But what pissed you off most, she had a sadistic smile on her face.
