Harry Potter's twin sister Book 1 [ON HIATUS]

Chapter 7

You woke up early due to another nightmare and pulled out your sketchbook. You sketched out some more scenes and then flipped through the book. A common occurrence was a man with no nose. You shuddered and put the sketchbook into your bag.

You then took a moment to look at your wand. Ollivander had said that the phoenix feather in Harry's wand gave one other feather which was in Voldemort's wand. Yours, on the other hand, was eleven and a half inches. Willow and phoenix feather. The strange thing about yours was that the core wasn't just phoenix feather, it also had unicorn hair. Very, very unusual, according to Ollivander. You got up and stretched. Hermione and the other girls were still sleeping, so you quietly got ready.

You were up almost an hour before you needed to. You slipped downstairs and to the Great Hall. Very few students were there, but you spotted a platinum blonde sitting at a table. You walked over to Draco.

"Um, hi." You pulled out your timetable and sat down next to him. He looked up, surprised.

"You don't hate me?" Draco looked a mix between amused, annoyed, and something you couldn't quite place.

"Why would I hate you?"

"Because I'm a Slytherin and you're a Gryffindor, and they hate each other." Draco raised an eyebrow and smirked. "Which means that I should make your life miserable."

"So? I really could care less about house rivalries. Anyway, why do you have to make my life miserable?" You clutched your bag strap tighter. You were starting to regret coming over to try and make friends with him.

"Because," His smirk grew. "You're a bloody Gryffindor and they are just so brave and courageous. You are also friends with a blood traitor and mudblood. You should just ditch them and your brother to be friends with me."

Your eyes widened; you didn't know what mudblood meant, but it didn't sound good. "Well, if that's how you're going to be, then fine. I hope you enjoy your first year here." You walked over to the Gryffindor table and sat next to Harry, grabbing a piece of toast.

"Where have you been?" Harry grabbed some breakfast. "Hermione said you weren't in bed this morning."

"Nightmares, I woke up early." You pulled out your sketchbook again. This time, you just started drawing the view of Hogwarts that you saw on the boats last night. You don't know what it was about this place, but you felt less tightly wound up here. You felt...more free. At least, not as terrified; but your nightmares and visions were still nothing you could just brush off.

"You do realize that there hasn't been a wizard who was in Slytherin that hasn't gone bad? You-Know-Who was in Slytherin!" Ron said as he reached for the eggs. You just frowned.

"All of that about Slytherine is all the more reason to be kind to them." Harry just sighed.

"The whole world isn't as kind as you, Y/N."

"Well then maybe my kindness will spread." Harry shook his head and then there were the screechings of owls. You looked up to see owls, carrying parcels and letters. Ron got a copy of the Daily Prophet and Harry asked to see it. He opened it and you saw the headline: Gringotts Break-in

"Hey," Harry looked at you. "This was done the day we went to Gringotts, Y/N! It must be the vault that Hagrid emptied. Vault 713. I wonder what was in there..."

"Oh, Neville." You turned to Hermione who was talking to Neville. "I've read about those. That's a remembrall, the smoke turns red when you've forgotten something."

Neville looked down, the remembrall had turned red. "The only problem is that I can't remember what I've forgotten." You slung your bag over your shoulder and leaned towards Neville.

"You've forgotten your robes." He looked down and blushed.

"Thanks, Y/N" You nodded and walked to your first class, Hermione with you. You thought History of Magic was interesting, but the way it was taught was quite boring.

In Transfiguration, you were sitting with Hermione, wandering where Ron and Harry were. Class was close to starting when Harry and Ron ran in, out of breath. Their eyes passed over the cat sitting on the desk as they sighed in relief.

"Glad we got here before McGonagall, imagine her face!" Harry panted. Just then, the cat leaped off the desk and turned into Professor McGonagall.

"That was bloody brilliant!" Ron's eyes were wide.

"Thank you for that observation, Mr. Weasley. Maybe I should turn one of you into a watch so that at least one of you might make it here on time?"

"Sorry, professor," apologized Harry. "We got lost."

"Then maybe a map? I trust you won't need one to find your seat?"

*time skip*

You walked to the dungeons with Harry and Ron for potions with Slytherin. As soon as you walked into the potions classroom. On the way, you waved to Hermione. The door opened and Professor Snape walked in, waving his wand. All the windows slammed shut.

"There will be no foolish wand waving or silly incantations in this class. I can teach you to bewitch the mind, ensnare the senses, bottle fame, brew glory, and even put a stopper in death." He stood up near his desk and went through rollcall. He stopped after he got to you and Harry's names. "Ah yes, the Potters. Our new celebrities." You sunk down into your seat. "Mr. Potter!" Snape said suddenly. "What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"

You saw Hermione's hand shoot into the air. "I don't know, sir." Harry looked surprised, you saw his quill in his hand, he must had been writing something down. Pansy, Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle snickered. You frowned.

"Tut, tut- fame clearly isn't everything." Professor Snape ignored Hermione's hand. "Let's try again. Where would you look if I told you to find me a bezoar?"

"I'm guessing somewhere in one of these cupboards?"

Your eyes widened. There were a few smothered giggles. Snape glanced around the room and everyone sobered up.

"What is the difference, Mr. Potter, between monkshood and wolfsbane?"

"I don't know, but maybe you should ask Hermione."

"A point from your house for cheek, Mr. Potter." Snape scowled. He turned to you and his face softened. "Ms. Potter, what would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"

"It makes a powerful sleeping potion known as the Draught of Living Death." You said quietly. Snape looked slightly pleased.

"And where would you find a bezoar?"

"A bezoar is a stone from the stomach of a goat and will save you from most poisons."

Snape's voice was not as hard now. "What is the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane?"

"There is no difference, they are the same plant that also goes by the name aconite."

"Well, what are you waiting for? Write that down!" Snape gave you a small smile. "Five points to Gryffindor. Well done, Ms. Potter."

*time skip*

You were walking with Harry and Ron to Charms class. "Wow, Y/N, Snape must really like you. He gave you five whole points!" Ron was totally awestruck that Snape like you Harry put an arm around your shoulders.

"I'm just glad that he hates me and not you." You frowned slightly, did he think that you were unable to face scary things? You were getting a bit better with your nightmares.