Cosmina Potter is Harry Potter's younger sister. She will have to learn how to accept her Slytherin side in Hogwarts as she works out her own differences from her brother.
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Ok, something happened over the first couple of weeks of the holidays... Theo and I are officially a thing. I've told Harry about it, and like I suspected, I got the whole "overprotective big brother show". I mean, I love my brother, but I can take care of myself. I've also changed slightly in appearance. I think I look more beautiful now just like our mom. As for how the Dursleys are treating us, they're actually not treating us badly at all. Why? I hear you ask? Well, me and Harry may have accidentally let slip that we have a mass murderer as a godfather, so as you can imagine, we're allowed to do whatever we want, so long as Sirius thinks we're being treated alright. I smile at the thought.
"Mina! Look at this!" says Harry, running into the room with a letter in his hand. Hmm, ok?
"Read it!" He says, thrusting it into my hands. I raise my eyebrows. No one tells me what to do. He sighs.
"Please?" He says, pleading to me. I smile and nod, unfolding the letter. I scan it and gasp in surprise. I jump up and grab Harry's shoulders.
"We have to go! They have to let us!" I said, yelling at him in excitement. My brother smiles at me while nodding his head.
"We'll make them." He says to me, nicely. I grab his arm and pull him downstairs. We walked over to Vernon.
"Uncle Vernon?" I say, so politely. He looks up and grunts to show he's listening. "Well, Harry and I were wondering if we could go to our friends' house for the rest of the holidays? They can come and get us and everything , and we'd be off your hands too." I said to him, nicely. I see him thinking. Ouch. That looks like hard work! Haha, I'm so evil. Sorry. Vernon sighs.
"Alright. When can they get you?" He says, asking me.
"They're coming tomorrow." I said to him, friendly. He grunts again. I beam at Harry and pull him back upstairs. I fling my arms around his neck.
"We're going to the Quidditch World Cup!" I say, so excitedly. Harry laughs.
*********************************************** "Where are they?" says Harry, asking me for the hundredth time. Ugh. Well, to be honest, I'm starting to think they've forgotten as well. I mean, sure the Weasleys are normally late, but an hour and a half?! Ugh.
"Harry? Cosmic? Can you hear us?" I jump up like I've been electrocuted.
"Fred?" I say, asking him. I feel him smiling.
"Cosmic! You can hear us! We're in your fireplace! Well, trying to be anyway. It's not really working..." Fred trails off. I think.
"Oh! Are you traveling by Floo Powder?" I say, asking him.
"Yeah." says Fred.
"Well, the Dursleys have an electric fireplace, so I don't think you'll be able to get through..." I say, talking to him.
"Oh! An electrike fire, hey?" says Mr. Moseby, asking me.
"Yeah, electric." I say, correcting him.
"No matter, I'll just blow it up. I'd stand back if I were you!" says Mr. Weasley. I worriedly look at Harry. I don't think the Dursleys would like him blowing up their living room. I step back, just as the sound of a bomb going off is heard. I see four figures emerging from the dust. I run to the twins and hug them tightly. They ruffle my hair.
"Ooh, you've grown up a bit, haven't you?" says George, eyeing me up and down. I slap him and roll my eyes. They laugh. The Dursleys rush into the room, having heard the sound. They stare. I quietly chuckle and move over to Ron. He smiles at me.
"I'm guessing they're not used to this?" He says, so sarcastically. I laugh and hug him. He smiles. Then, I turn to Mr. Weasley. He holds his hand out.
"Good to see you again, Mina! And you too, Harry!" He says, shaking both of our hands. "Now, good day to you." He says, turning to the Dursleys. "But we should really be going." I smile. I can't wait. Fred steps forward and holds a hand out to me.
"Milady." He says, giving me a mock bow. I laugh and go to take his hand, but just then, a whole pile of sweets falls out of his pocket and onto the floor. "Oops!" He says as he bends down to pick them up, while side glancing at Dudley, who's eyeing the sweets. Fred misses one sweet and I go to point it out, but he winks at me and I understand. I slightly chuckle. He smirks at me.
"Right then, let's go!" says Mr. Weasley. Fred and George leave through the destroyed fireplace, and so does Ron, but just as I'm about to step through it, Dudley lets out a gasp. I turn around and see his tongue starting to grow. It was bigger than the size of my arm and it doesn't look like it's going to stop anytime soon. I glance at Harry and we fight the urge to laugh. Mr. Weasley starts panicking, trying to get our uncle and aunt to let him shrink Dudley's tongue.
"You two! Leave!" He says to us. We grab hands and step through the fireplace. We arrive at the Burrow and Fred and George came up to us.
"Did he fall for it?" They say, asking us at the same time. Harry and I nod at them. They laugh and we start to laugh with them as well.
"It was the best! What's it called?" I say, asking them.
"Ton-Tongue Toffee." They say at the same time. I smile. Mr. Weasley angrily comes through the fireplace at that moment. I look at Harry. Oops. Maybe not Fred and George's best idea then. He turns to the twins and starts yelling at them. I look at Ron and he helps us with our stuff, hauling them upstairs to his room. I smile. Just how I remember it! It's covered in the Chudley Cannons posters.
"This is your bed here, Harry. And that's yours, Mina." He says, pointing to a bed near the window for mine. I smile and lie down. Harry and Ron glance at each other, and then come running towards me. They jump on my bed and start tickling me before I have a chance to react.
"Ahhh! Ow! Guys! Stop!" I say, yelling at them between fits of laughter. They just smirk and keep on tickling me. "Come on! It's not fair!" I scream at them. They laugh. I managed to grab Harry's shoulders and twist him around, so that I'm on top of him now. I glance at Ron and we both smile evilly. I hold Harry down and Ron tickles him instead.
"No! Ron! You're supposed to be my friend!" says Harry, laughing while talking to him. Ron laughs. I smirk. You're so dead, big brother!
