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

Irresistible Charm

The next day in Defence Against the Dark Arts, Ron, Harry and I were discussing what we'd do with our very own Philosopher's Stone, while taking down notes.

'Lydia would use it to live forever with Draco!' Ron teases in a sing-song voice. I thought he'd hate the idea of Draco and I, but he doesn't seem to mind too much. I guess it's because I don't let Draco and my Gryffindor friends mix very much- it usually doesn't turn out so great. Harry, on the other hand, hates it. Hermione is happy with it, because she knows it's what I wanted and I'm happy.

Harry glares at Ron, while I blush and mutter 'shut up.'

I think for a moment. 'Ron would use it to live forever with... Pansy Parkinson!' I smirk, performing jazz hands.

'Bloody hell, no!' he makes gagging noises. 'Nah, I'd use it to buy my own Quidditch team.'

Harry looks as if he's thought of something. 'Oi, Hermione!' he whispers to our friend, sitting in front of him.

She turns. 'Yes?'

'Just wanted to tell you all that I'll be playing in the Quidditch game. I can't let the Slytherins think I'm scared of Snape. It'll wipe the smiles off their faces when I- I mean we- win!'

I nod before turning back to my notes. 'Okay,'says Hermione slowly, 'as long as we aren't wiping you off the pitch,' and with that, she turns back around. 'Cool,' smiles Ron.

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The match drew nearer. I could tell Harry was getting really nervous- and so was the rest of the team, according to Fred and George. 'I just hope we can over take Slytherin. No one has done it for 7 years!' Harry muses. 'How can they allow such a biased referee?'

Snape was becoming increasingly horrible to Harry in potions. I was almost as if he knew that we'd found out about the Stone. But how...? 'Sometimes I feel like he can read minds...' shudders Ron. I agree fully.

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On match day, Harry, Hermione, Ron and I get up early and go down to the breakfast hall. We sit with the rest of the team. A group of Slytherins pass us, glaring.

'Don't worry about them, Harry,' I say, from my spot between the Weasley twins. 'Fred, you better eat something. You too, George!'

'Okay, Mum,' George says sarcastically. I laugh, before resuming a straight face and saying, 'no, seriously, eat.'

Harry's not eating much either, but I know that's a lost cause. I sigh, wishing Snape would sudden be unable to ref.

After breakfast we wander down to the pitch. 'Good luck, Harry,' Hermione smiles nervously. Harry grimaces back. 'Thanks,' he mutters.

I pull him into a hug. 'You'll do fine,' I say, releasing him.

Ron pats him on the shoulder. 'Go get 'em.' We leave Harry, and begin to walk to the pitch.

As we walk to the stands I ask my two friends, 'Do you reckon we'll ever see him alive again?'

'I hope so,' shrugs Ron.

We make our way through the stands to a seat next to Neville. 'Why do you guys look worried? Why do you have your wands?' he asks.

'Don't you be worrying about that. We're fine,' I reply. Ron, Hermione and I had been practising the leg-locker curse behind Harry's back. That way, if Snape showed any signs of trouble, we could use it on him.