The Malfoy boy and the Potter girl

My Sisters Birthday

Hey guys! Author here. I am in love with the  Harry Potter series and I have been reading so much Fan-fiction lately that I wanted to do my own so here goes! This is my first time doing anything like this so feel free to comment all your thoughts, I would love to hear from all of you (the good thoughts and the bad ones) so I hope you enjoy!

P.S there might be some P.O.V's in here from someone other than the main character, such as her brother Harry, but not all the time, it will mostly be Skylar telling the story, so feel free to comment how you feel about that as well. Also I might not follow the story line of Harry Potter exactly, just so this plays out how I planned. It might not be completely accurate to the story your used to. I hope you all enjoy my first work!

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Harry's P.O.V

Today is July 7th, my little sister's 11th birthday. Today is the day we find out if she's a witch or not. New to this? Let me explain. My name is Harry Potter, and I am a wizard. I go to Hogwarts, school of witchcraft and wizardry. I'm assuming you're already familiar with my story? Heck, who isn't? Except for me that is. Last year Skylar was so exited because she knew that she would be getting the same letter from Hogwarts that I got, and now I'm worried. What if she doesn't get in? It would crush her. It would crush me. We would no longer be together. Deep breaths Harry, nothing bad has happened yet. 

"Hey Potter!" I could hear my Cousin Duddly banging on the door. "Where's my breakfast!?!?" He demanded "I want my bacon Potter!" I sighed loudly and got up from my bed.

I opened the door. You always have to be careful that he doesn't slam it in your face. It looked like it was clear, so I stepped out, and went downstairs.

When I got down I knocked on my sisters door. Last year I had been upgraded to an actual room but my sister was forced to stay under the stairs in the cupboard.

"Uncle Vernon?" She asked "No it's me," I replied, slowly opening the door. "Morning Sky, happy birthday!" I said. Heck, no one else was going to say it to the poor girl. "Morning Harry," she said smiling.

Skylar is my one-year-younger-sister, but she is pretty. She is actually the most gorgeous girl I've ever seen. Not a very brother like thing to say, I know, but it's true. She has a small spray of freckles across her nose, like someone dipped their hand in water, and flicked it at her face, she has soft skin, long, slightly wavy, dark brown hair, almost black like mine. She doesn't have glasses as I do, but we have the same lightning shaped scar in the same place on our foreheads. Her body makes her look like she is fourteen, and she is tall. Only slightly shorter than me. Her lips are rounded and smooth, and her teeth are a pearly white. She dose look a lot like me. We're not twins, but most people say we look identical, or we are like the other gender version of ourselves, if that makes any sense to you because it doesn't to me.

And here's the weirdest thing. Her eyes change color. And I don't mean like from brown to blue. I mean from brown to blue to purple to pink. She can change them at will but sometimes they change without her realizing it. My dad could change into animals so maybe she got that genetic from him?

This morning her eyes were a deep, piercing blue.

Suddenly her faced dropped. "Has the letter come yet?" She had panic on her face. I could understand it. "No," I said calmly "But that's not to say that it won't" I grabbed her hand and pulled her into a loving hug.

But the moment was ruined when my fat uncle bellowed "Potters!!!! Get out here, aren't you supposed to be making food!?!?!?!" Skylar sighed and started to stand up, hitting her head on the low ceiling as she did so. "Ow," she moaned. She was getting too tall for living in this space. "We should probably get to making Duddly's food now or aunt Petunia is going to have a hissy fit." 

I laughed at her comment. "It's alright," I said standing up being sure not to hit anything. "It's your big day, you just rest and I'll do everything." She smiled at me in appreciation, before I opened the door and left.

"Uncle," I started to say, getting out the pan to make eggs. "Yes boy?" He looked up from his news paper and scowled at me. "It's Skylar's birthday today," I informed him, starting to crack eggs into the pan after buttering it. 

"So it seems," uncle Vernon said distastefully "and what of it? You don't actually expect us to do something do you?"

I rolled my eyes, being sure not to let him see. What do I expect? They practically treated us like servants and ignored us all our lives. "Well do you remember last year, on my birthday?" I asked, slightly afraid of what was to happen next.

Uncle Vernon put his newspaper on the table, aunt Petunia gasped and dropped the clean laundry, even Duddly pried his attention away from the TV. Everyone looked at me in shock as I was buttering toast.

"If you mean the bloody owls boy, then yes, I do." Uncle Vernon squinted his eyes at me, venom dripping from his voice.

"Well," I cleared my throat "Skylar is eleven today, and if she is accepted the same will happen for her." That was a bad choice of words. Aunt Petunia started screaming. "NO! We already look bad enough to everyone we live around because of last years incident! I will not have a million owls from that freak school my sister went to swarming around our house!" 

"Then let her receive her letter!" I said pleadingly "What happened last year only happened because you kept my letters from me! You were hoping that you could squash all the magic out of me, well we already know this doesn't work so let her have the bloody letter!"

I had lost my temper, even I knew it. Anger was rising from my chest, my fists were clenched and my face felt hot. I was tired of this, tired of the way the Dursley's treated us like servants, tired of how they treated my sister like scum.

"I will make one exception this time boy, because I have a very important guest tonight and I need you out of my way," I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Was my selfish uncle really giving in to someone else's needs for once? Play it cool Harry, you might lose this, don't get your hopes up. 

"A potential vender is coming over for dinner tonight, and I need everything to be perfect. He and his wife must have a good impression or this will all be for nothing, do you understand me? I will let your sister have this little letter that is so important to you. Under one condition." I nodded. I would do anything for my little sister, even if it meant cow-towing to my old uncles stupid little antics. "You must stay out of sight while my guests are here. I don't need them knowing you two are here. And if I see even one owl, even one! Your 'Hogwarts' will just have to go on without the potter siblings this year." 

Was this really happening? Was my uncle and aunt not only giving in but also saying that we wouldn't have to see them all night?

"We will do this," I said, setting the last of the food on the table. I was trying to hide the smile that threatened to fall on my face. 

Just then I heard a loud scream. I immediately knew it was Skylar. 

I quickly ran over to see what had happened, but instead of finding her hurt, or bleeding like I had assumed, I found her standing by the door, beaming at me, with a small, yellowed envelope in her hands.

The smile that I had been fighting grew on my face until I could barely see out of my eyes. I knew there had been nothing to worry about, I knew it was only a matter of time until the letter came. 

I dropped the cloth I was holding and rushed over to my sister. I pulled her into a tight hug, and she wrapped her arms around my back. 

"I knew you would get it. I knew you would be coming to Hogwarts." I said, kissing the top of her head. I could feel her smiling into my chest, and I knew how she felt. 

"Ugh, Potter," my lazy cousin said from the couch. "Can you keep it down? I'm trying to watch TV. Also you look absolutely awful in that outfit," he sneered without even looking at her.

She was wearing a tattered navy blue sweatshirt, and black leggings. I shot my Duddly a withering glare before giving Skylar a reassuring smile.

Finally I let go of her. "Well, what are we waiting for? Let's go open it!" I grabbed her wrist and pulled her up the stairs. I could see Duddly sticking his tongue out at us out of the corner of my eye, but I didn't even care.

This was my sisters birthday and she had finally gotten her letter. All that mattered right now was her.