"They'll say I'm a traitor, and I am. But, I did what I had to do. And, I'll finish what I started."
"Just let me help you, we'll end this, together."
There is a charm about the forbidden that is unspeakably desirable, and Harriet Potter and Regulu...
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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄
❛I'm Harriet Potter, but everyone calls me Harrie,❜
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Harriet Euphemia Potter stood in front of her trunk, packing the rest of her things for her first year at Hogwarts. She had heard all about it from her older brother James, who had attended the year before. But Harriet was nothing like her brother, she held a kinder heart and preferred to stay quiet instead of constantly speaking up.
The door to her bedroom slammed open to reveal her brother, James Potter, who looked straight at her open trunk and groaned dramatically.
"Merlin," he complained. "You're still not finished packing?"
Harriet whipped around to face her brother, her eyes narrowed. "Would you stop being so loud, James? I can hear you just fine. And I finished yesterday, I'm just adding in a couple more things."
"If you don't hurry up, we're gonna be late." James reminded her, sitting down on her bed. "Sirius' parents get there early and I'm trying to meet him on the Platform."
"You should've told him to wait for you then." she rolled her eyes, continuing to go through her things, deciding what to bring and not.
James quickly began to shake his head in protest. "I know, but you don't understand, Harrie. He'll try to escape his parents the second that he gets there, and where else does he have to go besides the train?"
"You're worrying over nothing," replied Harriet, not even glancing in her brother's direction. "Can't you go bother Dad?"
As the Potter girl closed her trunk, finishing her packing completely, Euphemia Potter walked into the room. The mother looked between her two kids before giving her son a smile. "James, you go wait downstairs with your father. I'll help your sister finish getting ready."
"Fine," James muttered as he walked out the door, closing it loudly behind him.
Harriet looked up at her mother, questioning softly. "Mum, you don't think I'll be in Slytherin, do you?"
