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...
a/n: Im gonna start writing from the 3rd person pov, it's just easier for me
"Watch it!"
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Y/n walked towards Hogsmead with Harry, Ron, and Hermione. The girl was once more rambling about Harry, and the book he was practicing in love with. Y/n on the other hand, was too lost in her own thoughts to listen to the conversation. She was bundled up in her black hoodie, as she walked slightly behind her brother and his friends. The girl didn't even want to go to Hogsmead.
She'd rather go back to her dorm, and hide herself in a bundle of blankets. It was obvious to everyone that Y/n had lost all spirit. She clearly was different then she was last year, rarely smiling. And it almost seemed that her bright e/c eyes, had lost their glow. Not only that, but her attitude was much worse than before. Harry suddenly stopped, and Y/n looked up confused.
Ahead Professor Slughorn was exchanging words with Professor Flitwick, the charms teacher. Harry, for whatever reason seemed intrigued in the conversation.
"Yeah, uh... hoping to find you in the Three Broomsticks." Slughorn said, looking down at the shorter Professor.
"Uh no, emergency choir practice I'm afraid Horace." Flitwick said, quickly walking away from the teacher.
"Does anyone fancy a butterbeer?" Harry asked.
Y/n sighed, and pushed some hair from her face "Do I have a choice?" She mumbled crossing her arms.
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The four walked into three broomsticks, and took their seats. As Y/n was taking off her hoodie, getting ready to sit down. She stopped, her eyes met with the pale grey ones of Draco Malfoy. Her voice caught in her throat, and she could feel her heart shattering once again. It always seemed to happen whenever she saw him.
"I-i'd like to leave." Y/n stuttered, her gaze never leaving Draco's.
She couldn't lie to herself, the blonde looked rather dashing in his black suit. But then again, she always found him dashing. Not matter what.
"Y/n, just sit down." Harry said, not even looking at her.
The girl glared over at her brother "I. Want. To. Leave." She sneered, "I don't understand why I bothered to come, half the time you ditch me anyway."
"Y/n, just sit down he's gone." Hermione said.
Y/n looked over, ans watched as Draco disappeared behind a door. The girl sighed and sat down at the end of the table. Y/n let out a huff, as she leaned back slumping down in the chair.
