Harry Potter's Twin Sister

Chapter 7

Lila's POV
I woke the next morning in my bed. McGonagall must have put us up here. Hermione was snoring next to me. I looked out the window. The sky was grey and stormy and I had a bad feeling about this. Harry was already up and dressed in his uniform when I finally woke Hermione and went down to breakfast.

We then made our way out to the stands. It was Gryffindor against Hufflepuff. The rain had started and it was pouring down hard, it was like sleet. Someone's umbrella flew passed us and up into the clouds.

We screamed "Go! Go! Gryffindor! Go! Go! Gryyfindor!"over and over again.

"Go, Havy! Go, Havy!" I screamed as the snitch and Harry whizzed past. I'd hate to be him in this weather.

Another flash of lightning and Angelina's, Gryffindor player, broom caught on fire. She screamed as her broom flew towards the ground with great speed. She almost hit Harry! He followed the Hufflepuff player up into the sky. We couldn't see what was going on up there. I opened up my mind and pushed into Harry's.

"Harry! Harry! What's going on!" He didn't answer for a few seconds.

"I'm now neck and neck with the other seeker! Oh My Gosh! Lila, he just got struck by lightning! Help him when he falls! Aargh!"

"Harry! What is it?!"

"He almost hit me!"

I saw the boy falling to the ground. Dumbledore stood and cast a spell so he didn't hit the ground . . . too hard.

There was a gasp in the system. "Harry?"

"Lila! It's the Grim!"

"The Grim?! Oh, Harry get out of there! Get out of there now!"

"I see the snitch! I'm going after it!"

"Harry! No!"

I waited. "Lila! My broom it's going all . . . it's covered in ice!"

I could feel it too. Even though I was under an umbrella, because, I presumed, I had connected with Harry I could feel the cold and wet of the rain and now I felt the sad and chill feeling of - "Dementors!"

"Jeez!"

"What! What happened!"

"An umbrella just flew passed me! I thought it was a Dementor!"

"Oh No! Lila! There's one behind me!"

"Harry get away!"

"I'm trying!"

"Arggh!"

"Harry?!" No answer. "Harry?!" Then I saw him.

He was plummeting towards the ground. There was no sign of his broomstick. Dumbledore stood, "Aresto momentum!" I screamed. Harry was rushed to the hospital wing. A few hours later he woke up.

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"He looks a bit peaky, doesn't he?" Said Ron

"Peaky? What do you expect? He fell over 100 feet" George said. "Come on Ron, let's walk you off the Astronomy tower and see what you look like."

"Probably a right side better than he normally does." There was laughter and then he sat up.

I gave him a huge hug. "Oh God!" He choked out. I was squeezing him. He was probably sore but I was still glad he was alive.

"How are you feeling?" Hermione asked.

"Oh, brilliant." He said sarcastically.

"You gave us a right good scare there mate." Fred said.

"What happened?"

"Vell, you vell ov your vroom." I said. "Do you vemember talking to me?"

"Yeah I remember that bit. But what about the match. Who won?"

"Well, no one blames you Harry. The Dementors aren't supposed to be on the grounds. Dumbledore was furious." Hermione stated. "As soon as he saved you, he sent then off."

I stepped up. "Zhere's zomezhing else you should know, too." He looked at me and I looked at Ron who held out a bundle wrapped in cloth.

"Vell, vhen you vell, you vroom blew into the Vhomping Villow, and vell . . ." I looked at Harry. "I'm zo zorry Harry."

His broom had been all but turned into splinters by that bloody tree.

But instead of looking sad, he looked surprised. At me. "Vhat?"

"You, you said my name right."

"I did?"

He nodded. "Say it again."

"Harry. Harry. Harry!" I laughed.

The next day Harry was discharged from the hospital wing by Lupin, with Madame Pomphrey's consent, and he took us on a walk around the island in the middle of the lake.

"I'm sorry to hear about your broomstick." He said to Harry. "Is there no chance of fixing it?"

"No." He said quietly. "Professor, why do the Dementors affect us so? Lila always feels like they're closing in on her and the Dementor on the train and what happened yesterday? I mean more than anyone else?"

"Listen. Dementors are some of the foulest creatures to walk this Earth. They feed on every good feeling, every happy memory until a person is left with absolutely nothing but his worst experiences. You two are not weak!" He looked at both of us. "Do not think this the reason. Dementors affect you two because there are true horrors in your past. Horrors your classmates can scarcely imagine. You two have nothing to be ashamed of."

"I'm scared, Provessor." I say, looking out at the lake.

"I'd consider you a fool if you weren't."

"Ve need to know how to vight zhem. You could teach us." I might of being pushing the boundaries there but I kept at it. "You made zhat Dementor on the train go away vrom Harry."

"Yes, but there was only one Dementor that night."

"Vut zill, you made it go away." Yes, defiantly pushing boundaries here.

"I don't pretend to be an expert, on these things. But as the Dementors seem to have developed an interest in you two, perhaps I should teach you. But after the holidays. For now I need to rest." Hedwig, who had been perched on my shoulder flew away to chase my owl, Mina.

Today it was a Sunday afternoon and I hadn't even started my homework, I went to the library. I sat in the corner and had just finished the two rolls of parchment for Snape when someone sat down. I looked up and my eyes widened in horror. Malfoy. Sat there with a cut lip and a black eye.

"Vhat happened?" I didn't care whether the last time we saw each other we kissed. I wanted to know what happened. Truly.

"Snape put a spell on the bits of paper that you left on my desk and they all turned to sharp stones."

My hands went up to my mouth. "I am zo zorry Draco. I didn't mean vor zhat to happen. I just wanted you to get into trouble, not . . . get vashed. Vut vhy vould he do such a zhing?"

"I'm in his house, I'm a Slytherin. He doesn't want anyone weak, or naughty."

"Oh, I am zo, zo zorry. How . . . can I repay you?"

"Well, you could hang out with me?"

"Vhy do you vant to hang out vith me?"

"Your pretty, nice, you got sass about you." I blushed and looked at my homework that was completed.

"My twin, my close twin vrother is Harry Potter. You hate each ozher."

"Yeah, but . . . he's not you. And you don't have to not be friends with me."

"I don't know. I'll zhink about it."

I grabbed my things and walked away. Really confused.