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Y/n Y/l/n is a muggleborn witch, who started her years at Hogwarts with her sister. What would happen if a boy going by the name of James Fleamont Potter, the boy that Y/n absolutely despised and the boy who has something against one...
"Take a walk on Sunday through the afternoon We can always find somethin' for us to do We don't really like what's on the news, but it's on all the time"
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With a great sigh of relief you and your sister arrived home. Sadly, your parents didn't have the time to pick the two of you up from the platform, but promised to go out eating as a way of celebrating you guys coming back.
"Well, that sure was one way to start Hogwarts," you said to your sister, placing down your heavy trunk on the ground and plopping down on the sofa.
"And why is that?" Elizabeth asked, walking over to the kitchen to grab a glass of water.
"That darned Potter, every fucking where I wanted him the least to be, he was," you let out an exasperated sigh, running a hand through your y/h/c hair. "And he seemed to enjoy when I was annoyed at him."
"Perhaps he has a crush on you?" your sister suggested, sitting down next to you with a shrug, obviously not that impressed.
"Godric no, he better not," you exclaimed, shaking your head.
"He's not that bad, I think?"
"You'd think, but what you think is not always correct is it?"
Elizabeth raised her eyebrow at you. "You're getting an attitude, young lady."
You rolled your eyes. "When did mummy and daddy say they'd come back?"
"Within an hour," she responded, grabbing the remote of their small television.
You let out a groan. "I'm hungry," you murmered.
"Well, Y/n/n, you're old enough to grab a slice of bread, aren't you?" Elizabeth said, shaking her head.
With a sigh you stood, walking to your kitchen.
"Now that you're making yourself some food anyway, get some for me too, yeah?"
You stopped in your tracks. "You just wanted to make me walk to the kitchen for your own benefit, didn't you?" you asked, squinting your e/c eyes at your sister who was slowly starting to grin.
"Perhaps," she shrugged with that annoying grin of hers.
"I'm not hungry any more, all of a sudden," you said slowly, backing up to the door leading to the staircase.
"Oh, you piece of shit," Elizabeth muttered.
"Do you kiss our mother with that mouth?"
That was the last thing you said before she threw a slipper that was laying beneath the table your way.
With a yelp you bolted out the door, up the stairs.
