Harry Potter's Twin Sister

Chapter 11

Chapter 11

This dream was not a nightmare, not a completely happy fantasy kind. It was a past, memory kind that I never knew about. First off, it started off with a happy dream, like a piano was playing in the background (Raise Your Glass – Piano Form – Video on the Right >) I was walking in an unfamiliar living room; a warm fire was taking place in the living room. I heard baby’s giggling, and parents laughing. I entered the living room, with confusion plastered my face. What I saw wasn’t what I expected; there was a mom, beautiful eyes, and brown hair, playing with her son. And a dad, black hair, green eyes, playing with his daughter; they set both of us down on the carpet and snuggled together on the couch. Smiling happily at the twins playing happily, baby Harry took a little black and tried sticking it inside his empty sipper cup. Baby me got mad, because she was going to use the block, took a toy wizard and threw it at baby Harry’s head. Which made him, pout and start crying. Then he threw one at my head and I started crying. The parents jumped up trying to calm down the babies, Lily Potter picked up baby Harry. James Potter picked up baby me, baby Semira. He calmed me down first and set me down on the couch, and then they heard the back door crack. James yelled at Lily to take both the babies, but Lily was so scared, she ran off with Harry locking herself in her son’s room. James stood in front of the couch too make sure he was going to protect the baby. The happy piano music stopped, the back door flew off its hinges slamming into the wall. Baby me started crying, and my dad; James, stood in front of a masked figure. Wand rose, but the figure was to fast. He killed James in a matter of seconds, he then turned on me, turned his head just for a fracture of a second and decided to kill me. He flew Avada Kadavra at me, but instead, flew back at the wall. I could tell he was now weak, his hood fell back to reveal a handsome man, black hair, pale skin, green eyes. He growled, flipped his hood back on and limped towards my brother’s door, leaving me alive, alone, and crying on the couch. I went out to touch myself, and surprisingly, I was able to pick up the warm crying baby. I heard my mom scream, desperately wanting to help, but knew this was the way it had to be. I heard the begging of my mom, the screaming, and then the final spell on which he thought would end it all. But all I got was a mortified robe, lying on the carpet floor. I walked into Harry’s room, and picked up the screaming crying baby, because of whom Voldermort left behind…, was a fire robe, on which already burned up half the room. After I calmed both the babies down, I wrapped them both in blankets, lied them down on a blanket in the snow. Put out the fire of the almost burnt down house, after it was gone, I put both of them under a blanket. I cast a spell on which they would get fresh air, warm heat, and bottles of milk until someone would rescue them. I looked up to see a motorcycle come down, and on it was a cleaner, younger Sirius Black. He found the babies, but yet, I was invisible. He cuddled both of the babies, and went to climb back onto the motorcycle when someone came hobbling into view. Hagrid, Sirius looked uncomfortable with what he was telling him, but gave in. He gave Hagrid his motorcycle and his two god kids. After Hagrid left, Sirius disappeared, only leaving a cloudy black sky behind. And I just helped and saw the incident of my parent’s deaths.

I flew up, sweating, eyes wide. I looked around, it was still dark, and Dumbledore, Snape, and Percy Weasley were talking. They all looked at me surprised,

“Are you alright Semira?” Dumbledore asked noticeably worried.

I nodded quickly, and waved my hand lying back down. “It was nothing, just… just a bad dream. I am going back to bed right now.”

Dumbledore studied me for a second, and then said. “You aren’t looking too good; you left the hospital wing quite early today. Maybe your stomach still hurts, why doesn’t young Weasley here take you to the hospital wing.”

I nodded quickly sitting back up, knowing not to argue with Dumbledore and Percy looked pleased with his quest, (Which I find quite lame…) but he took my arm, and carried me in my robe and slippers towards the hospital wing. On the way there, the only light we had was his wand. He was leading us, quite in silence, and then we ran into something. “Stupefy!” Percy yelled. Then he got up, and looked closely just realizing it was the wall.