Harry's Twin - Book One // Complete // Editing

Even. Even Steven.

I woke up the next morning, bright and early. I went and had a nice warm shower, before changing into my school robes. Then I remembered it was Halloween (which [usually] I hate) and we had lessons today.

I walk down to breakfast, and see that the Great Hall was decorated in spirit of the day. I sit down at the table, next to Hermione. Harry and Ron come in, followed by the twins. George sits down next to me. Fred slips in beside him. This earns George a look from Harry, who reluctantly sits across from me, pulling Ron down beside him.

First lesson was charms. It was actually really fun! We learnt the spell 'Wingardium leviosa!' It makes things fly. Well, more float.

I had to work with Harry, and Ron got to work with Hermione- I wish we could've swapped! I mean, Ron and I swap.

During the lesson, Ron was thick as a brick (as per usual) and Hermione tried to help him. It went something like: ...

'Wingardium leviosa!'

'No, Ronald, it's levi-O-sa not levios-AR!'

'Oh, Merlin's beard!'

Which lead to: ... (after class)

'Oh, bloody hell Harry! She's such a pain. I can't deal with her! No wonder she has no friends- unless you count your sister, who's friendly with a Malfoy anyway! No one can stand her!'

'She's not-'

Hermione runs past them crying. 'Thanks, you bloody idiotic, stupid faced gits!' I yell. Then I punched Ron in the face. Oops *shrug*.

'What was that for?!' Harry yells.

'To get even. And oh, we are even. Even Steven. Not.' I start to run after Hermione. I find her in the first floor girls' bathrooms, and that's where we stay for the rest of the day. Her crying, me trying to convince her she's perfect and coax her to come out. Stupid Ronald, ruining everything.

We stay there quite peacefully until Harry burst in, with Ron. 'What the hell are you doing in here?' I yell. 'This is the girls' bathroom!'

'Troll. In the dungeons. We came to get you out,' Harry says, trying to pull me towards the door.

I refuse. I stand my ground and look Harry in the eye. 'And Hermione?'

'And Hermione,' he says firmly, looking me in the eye.

I nod curtly and walk over to Hermione's door. 'Hermione! We have to get out- no, not soon. NOW! There's a troll coming. No? Not a foal! A tr... a troll! Oh, Merlin! Harry, it's in here,' I scream.

Hermione unlocks her cubicle. 'A troll?!' she yelps. I nod and she looks over to where Ron is standing. There's a troll right behind him. She screams. He turns quickly. He screams, too, in a very high-pitched way.

'Okay! I know what to do. OH, SHUT UP RONALD!' I point at Harry and Ron. 'Distract it. Trolls aren't the smartest, so with a couple of different targets, it should get confused. Now!' Hermione asks what she should do. I tell her to run.

Just as I get her to the door, the troll turns. It's grey arms are the size of tree trunks. Its teeth are yellow and rotten. He has a strand or two of grey hair on his head. And worst of all, he's swinging a huge wooden golf stick-like thing.

He picks up Hermione. Ron kicks it in the knee. Bad idea. It swings at Ron. Harry dives over to me. 'What should I do?'

'Um... I know! Use your wand! I'd use mine, but it's in my bag... which is next to the troll,' Harry nods. 'Maybe you could run at it at the same time?' He nods again.

He runs at the troll, holding out his wand. At first I think he's going to do a spell, when he sticks it up the troll's nose! 'Idiot,' I mutter under my breath.

The troll flails madly and drops Hermione. In an instant I'm over there, ready to catch her. Which, just so you know, I totally did. No lie! Ron pulls out his own wand and shouts what seems to be the first spell to come to him.

'WINGARDIUM LEVIOSA!' he screams. The troll's club soars into the sky- Hermione looks impressed- and, after hovering for a few seconds, drops on the troll's head. The troll looks dazed and falls to the ground in a massive heap.

Harry pulls his wand out of the troll's nose just as some teachers come in. 'Uh, hello,' says Ron, meekly.

.....

One good thing about the whole ordeal was Hermione, Ron and Harry became friends. I mean, I guess fighting a big ugly mountain troll would bring anyone together right. Maybe I should do the same to Draco and Harry.

A couple of days after Halloween, Ron comes up to me. 'Lyds?' he asks.

'What?'

'Why'd you punch my like that? On Halloween... by the way, nice left hook.'

'Oh, thanks. Um. I hit you because you were down right mean to my best friend. But we're all friends now so... it's okay right?'

'Right,' he smiles.

I smile back, and lead the way over to potions class, where Harry and Hermione are waiting. Draco and his pack are standing closer to the door. Pansy is fawning over Draco again.

Draco glances up and catches my eye. He mouthes 'Help,' to me. I tell my friends I'll be back soon, and make my way over to Draco's group. 'Hello,' I say. Instantly some people move back. I smirk at them.

Pansy looks at me. 'Well, if it isn't the stupid Gryffindor, who is trying to steal my beloved,' she croons.

I look over at Draco with amusement dancing in my eyes. I laugh out loud when I see the look of shock horror on his pale face. 'You are not my girlfriend, Parkinson.'

I glance back to Pansy. 'That means move on,' I smirk. She pokes her tongue out. What is she- five years old?

At that moment, Snape calls us into the classroom. 'It's not over, Potter,' Pansy hisses. I laugh at her.

--

I was put with Draco in that lesson. Snape saw me talking to Neville- who was having trouble finding the page- and decided it was punishment. Draco and I laughed when his back was turned. Pansy glared at me during the whole lesson.

We had to make a Anti-stress potion. (AN- I know they never did this in the books/movies!). It was a pale red in colour. It smelled strangely like blue-cheese and Snape told us it's taste was a sweet, honey flavour. Neville's turned out orange- he added too much calipiter belly-skins.

At the end of the lesson- which was just before lunch- Draco walks me out and up to the hall. Harry trails behind us, shooting daggers at the back of Draco. Hermione and Ron walk together, behind Harry. Once we get to the hall we separate.

Harry sits down in his usual spot, Ron on the left, Hermione on the right. I walk to the other side of the table, where Fred and George already are. I slip in the middle of them. They mutter a hello, in between bites of food.