The Lost Potter-Draco Malfoy

Chapter 14 ✔️

Charlotte's POV- 

"Charlotte! Charlotte!" I heard Harry banging on my door, I groaned pulling the blanket over my head. I heard the door creak open, heard his footsteps walking up to my bed.

"Go away! I want to sleep!"

"No! It's Christmas!" Harry shouted, I poked my head out of the blanket, just enough for me to see him, checking his hair in the mirror. I rolled my eyes, putting the blanket back over my eyes. I felt him climb on the bed and start jumping on my bed.

"Harry! Get out!" 

"It's Christmas!" 

"What's going on here?" I heard James's voice drifting into the room. 

"Charlotte won't wake up, Dad!"

"Tell Harry to get off my bed!" I shouted,

"No, Harry's right, it's Christmas! Wake up, Charlotte!" I felt the bed dip again, and I felt James start jumping on the bed. I just want to sleep is that too much to ask. Stupid boys. 

"I hate boys, I do," I whispered, I pulled the blanket off my head, glaring at them. 

"Fine! Fine! I will get up!" I shouted; I rolled off the bed. Harry and James high-fived on my bed, before they walked out of my room. 

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I changed out of my pajamas into a dark green off the shoulder shirt that was tucked into a white pair of jeans. I started walking downstairs, when I felt a hand wrap around my wrist. I looked over my shoulder at Harry.

"What is it?" 

"I have something to show you. It's in my room." He said, pointing to his door. 

"Okay?" I said, confused. He let go of my wrist, he dramatically looked back and forth down the hall, before he ushered me into his room, and shut the door behind him. 

"Why are you being wired? What is it?" I asked, Harry grabbed his transfiguration book from his nightstand, and shoved it into my arms. 

"You could have just asked for help instead of being so wired." I said, as he sat down on his bed. I sat down next to him, resting the book on my lap.

"Oh shut up, I don't need help, but yesterday when Dad was out. I was looking for something in his room-"

"You were snooping?"

"No, I was looking at his hair gel, if you must know."

"I really didn't want to know that. Stay away from hair gel." I shook my head at him. Harry handed me a picture; Young Peter Pettigrew was grinning broadly, with tears in his eye from laughing so much and holding the camera and taking a picture of James with antlers coming out of his head, looking annoyed. Sirius was in the background on the floor holding onto his stomach, while Remus was laughing on a bed, with a book in his lap.

"That's Pettigrew. I barely recognized him, but it's him." 

"Where did you find this?" I asked. I ran my thumb across Pettigrew's face, so full of life and happiness. 

"There was this Hogwarts's quidditch bag in dad's closet. Mum doesn't touch any of dad's quidditch things, because she hates it. He must have been Dad's friend. One of his best friends. I looked through all the pictures. They go back to the first year, all the way to a couple of order meetings before they just suddenly stopped. Dad kept them all." 

"But why would he keep them if James hates him?" I asked.

"Who cares why Dad kept them? I'm going to kill Pettigrew," Harry whispered, I looked at him from the corner of my eyes, he had a hard determined look on his face.