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 a diner with Harry, your chin resting on your hand. You had a cup of black coffee in front of you, Harry was reading the newspaper while you stared at the table. Draco didn't write to you at all this summer, and eventually you gave up. Though, you did plan to confront him as soon as you saw him. You where irritated with your boyfriend, and confused on why he didn't write you.
Suddenly, a rather gorgeous dark skinned girl walked up to your table. She had curly black hair, and she paid more attention to your brother and the newspaper.
"Harry and Y/n Potter. Who's Harry and Y/n Potter?" The girl asked.
Harry looked up from the paper, setting it down "Oh, no one. Bit of a tosser, really. Both of em." Harry said.
You glared over at your brother, and kicked his leg under the table. You grabbed your cup of coffe, and took a long drink of it. The bitter liquid slowly falling down your throat.
The girl smiled "Funny that paper of yours. Couple of nights ago, I could have sworn I saw a picture move."
You looked up raising a brow "Really?" You asked.
She hummed and nodded "Yeah, bit weird actually. Thought I was going around the twist." She said.
"Hmmm." You hummed, taking another drink of your coffee.
"Okay, I was wondering—"
The girl cut Harry off "Eleven. That's when I get off. You can tell me all about that tosser Harry Potter." She said winking at him before she walked off.
You glared at your twin "Your gonna ditch me for a girl?" You growled.
Harry shrugged "What, you can just go back home if ya want." He said.
"I'd rather fucking die then go home alone." You mumbled, leaning back in your chair. You watched as Harry pulled out some breath mints after smelling his own breath, you snickered "Gimme one."
Harry rolled his eyes, and handed you a mint. You popped it in your mouth, the cool feeling washing over your tastebuds. You looked out the window as the train passed, suddenly you saw a familiar man standing there in odd robes with a silvery beard.
Your eyes widened "Is that Dumbledore?"
Harry looked out the window "Oh bloody hell." He mumbled.
