The Other Potter: Book 1

Chapter 8

Harry POV

Harry looked over at you, hoping that something had changed in the last few seconds. Madame Pomphrey had said you were okay, and that there would be no lasting damage, but he was still scared. You had looked so helpless on the floor, a trickle of blood coming from your temple, he barely held it together.

Dumbledore walked in at that moment, giving Harry a kind smile.

"Harry, so glad you are alright." Dumbledore looked at Enola and nodded at her. "And your twin as well."

"How come I was protected and she wasn't?" Harry asked, his gaze still on her.

"Your mother gave her life to protect you. That protection saved you from dying that night, and last night with Professor Quirrell. But your sister doesn't have that protection. And she never will."

"What about the stone?"

"The stone is safe."

Harry calmed down, knowing the stone was safe. He looked at his twin again.

"She was so instant on coming with me."

"Your her brother, her twin. She would protect you no matter what. But Harry," Harry looked at Dumbledore now, "You have to protect your sister. Voldemort didn't know about your sister, not until he came face to face with her that night. He always assumed you were the one who would ensure his downfall, but now...."

"Now he knows that it could be her."

"Exactly." Dumbledore gently moved the sheet up her body, covering her more so she wouldn't get cold. "And unlike you, she doesn't have the protection from your mother."

Harry nodded, understanding what he meant. Harry was always the passive one between the two of them, but soon he would have to be aggressive to save his only living relative. He just hoped he could step up to the plate.

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Enola POV

I slowly climbed onto the train with my brother at the end of term. Dumbledore had awarded us house points for defending and protecting the school, but I was still recovering. I sat in the compartment as Harry said his goodbye to his friends and Hagrid, happy to rest my body.

That rest didn't last long as Draco opened the compartment door and looked down at me.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"Sitting, Malfoy. What does it look like?" I was in no mood for his games.

"I heard you protected your brother, solved Snape's potion riddle."

"Word gets around fast huh?"

I expected Draco to say something mean, or throw a slur but he didn't. "Snape said that was a difficult puzzle, not many would understand it or even be able to solve it."

"Wait... are you complimenting me?"

Draco gave me a smile, a real smile, before speaking again. "If you figure that out, then I'm sure you should have no problems figuring out that riddle."

"Theo told you?"

"Yes, he did. Think of it like the potions puzzle, I'm sure you'll figure it out."

He gave me one last nod before disappearing down the hall, Crab and Goyle right behind him. I sat there, puzzled for a moment before it hit me. Treat it like I did the potions puzzle. I must have hit that wall harder than I thought. I pulled the book out from my school bag, opening it to my notes.

It seemed to all click as I looked at everything, piecing the parts together. I quickly scribbled it down, spurred by my new discovery, only to stop once I finished it. I looked over the sentence I had written and tried to see if it could mean something else, but no luck.

I bitterly regret Lily's death.

My mother's name was Lily. Lily Potter, or Evans before she married dad. Snape must have known her while at school here. But why would he regret her death? What was she to him? I realized then why Snape always looked at me differently. I had been told, since day one of our new life, that I looked exactly like my mother. Perhaps they were childhood friends? Or did he... at one point, love her?

I snapped the book close as the compartment door opened again, my twin coming in with Ron and Hermione. Harry noticed the book in my hands, and for once he didn't glare at it.

"Did you figure that riddle out?" he asked, sitting next to me.

"No," I said quickly, "not even close."

"Maybe it wasn't even a riddle." Ron suggested, giving me a hopeful smile.

"Probably." I agreed. I wasn't sure when it became so easy for me to lie, but the words flew out of my mouth with such ease that no one suspected a thing.

I wasn't sure what I was going to do with this information, or even what it meant. Better not bring Snape up in relation to our mom in front of Harry. Not yet, anyway. Harry opened a family album, showing me the photos. Inside were moving photos of our mom and dad, and we definitely looked like them. Except Harry had our mothers kind smile, while I had dad's smirk.

Snape always looked at Harry as if he was scum or dirt under his shoe. I wondered if it had anything to do with him looking like dad.

I put that aside as the train started to move. I would worry about it later, maybe not even til next year, for now I would just focus on recovering. I watched as the castle disappeared from view before closing my eyes.

"Wake me up when we get to the station." I said to my twin.

He nodded to me, agreeing to do just that.

And just like that, my first year of Hogwarts was over. I could only hope the next year wouldn't be quite so exciting.