The Potters

I need a new brother

"So, finally got hungry?" smirked Harry to his sister as she sat down next to him.

"Shut up now, Harry, before I make you shut up," said Chelsea in her I'm-so-not-in-the-mood tone. The rest of the Gryffindors (excluding Ron and Hermione) went all "Ooooo" and Harry obviously couldn't take it.

"Yeah? Make me!" challenged Harry.

"I'm not in the mood Harry, so please just shut up," Chelsea replied as she put her pork in her mouth. Harry refused to back down.

"Why, scared?"

"Yes, Harry, I'm so afraid of you," replied Chelsea sarcastically.

"Yeah, you better be. Or else you'll be so sor-"

"SILENCIO!" shouted Chelsea as she pointed her wand at Harry. His mouth kept on moving but no sound came out of his mouth.

"Like I said, Harry, I'm not in the mood. Maybe next time you should deflate your head a little," said Chelsea as she got up and left the table back to the common room.

At the common room, Chelsea did not feel like going back to her Potions essay. She wanted to talk to someone, but who should she talk to? The first person that came into her mind was obviously Ron, but they were in some awkward moments, thanks to her stupid words earlier that afternoon. The next person was Hermione, but she was at dinner. Harry was the next person, but she was too annoyed by him. Her parents are probably blowing up the house by now. The next person was Sirius.

Her godfather would understand, wouldn't he? Harry is so much like James, and Sirius have been friends with James forever, so he might understand. She quickly got out the two-way mirror that Sirius gave her and Harry last Christmas, and shouted, "SIRIUS BLACK!"

In a quick second, Sirius' head popped into the mirror and he looked so...messy.

"Hiya, Chels. What's going on?"

"Hi Sirius. I just hexed Harry and right now I'm expecting mum's howler to come tomorrow morning."

"Ok. So, how are you?"

"Annoyed. You?"

"Yeah, I'm kind of busy right now, so, can I get back to you later? I got myself a girl here,"

"You disgust me. So much of a godfather you are," said Chelsea sarcastically, and Sirius' image faded out of the mirror.

Chelsea sat on a couch in front of one of the fireplaces. She starred into the glowing fire as her mind battles.

"Why are you living like this, Chelsea?"

"Because I've got an asshole for a brother and a dim-witted mind."

"No, it's mostly of your dim-witted mind. You know you still like Ron"

"No, I don't. I do not like him"

"You were never good at lying, Chelsea."

"I, Chelsea Lilian Potter, have no feelings whatsoever towards Ronald Arthur Weasley!"

"Yes you do, Chelsea, and you might as well tell him"

"What if he doesn't feel the same way anymore"