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

Bolt

Now it's the morning after. I woke up and I'd forgotten about everything. A few seconds later, though, it came back. Everything from last night came flooding back into my brain. I cringed at the memory, knowing that all of this was partially my fault.

I watch the Gryffindors move past the hour glass containing our house points. I'd been there for a few minutes, my emotions growing increasingly guilty. 'What?' they'd say. 'How'd we loose house points over night? Was there a mistake? We can't of lost two hundred points!' But by lunch time, they'd figured out- somehow- that it was Harry. Harry, his sister and a few of his stupid first year friends, in their words.

Slytherins think it's great. They'll walk past us, clapping us on the back and thank us. It gets more and more annoying as the day drags on. The worst part is, I went from well-liked to hated in the space of a few hours. I mean, of course, I still had Harry, Ron and the twins. Mind you, the twins weren't talking to Harry and Ron. Draco could be mad at me, considering it was our fault he was out of bed- to catch Harry doing something illegal. Hermione was still there, but distantly. Even the Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws hated us. They all wanted to see Slytherin crushed in the house cup.

'Don't worry, it'll blow over soon! Fred and George lose heaps of points and everyone still likes them!' Ron tries to cheer us up.

'Yeah, but have they lost 200 points in one go?' Harry retorts. I roll my eyes.

'Well... no,' Ron admits. I punch him in the arm and say, 'great pep talk, bestie.' It's Ron's turn to roll his eyes as he turns away from me.

It's too late to repair the damage. It was done. 'I'm going to just stop sneaking around other people's business,' Harry sighs. 'And I'm going to resign from Quidditch.'

'YOU'RE WHAT?' I yell. 'No!'

He marches up to Wood at the first opportunity he gets.

Wood agrees with me, 'No, you can't quit! Quit?! Nope.' He raises a sharp eyebrow as he looks down at Harry. 'What'll that do for us? How will you win back the points, if we can't win Quidditch.'

It hurts to watch Harry train with his team. No one, not even the twins talk to him. If they have to speak to him, they'd (aggressively) yell 'Oi! Seeker,' or just, 'the Seeker.'

Hermione and Neville don't have it as bad- they aren't as well known, but still people don't talk to them. Hermione tries to keep people away by focusing completely on work, but she is suffering silently, I can tell.

Another thing I can tell is that Harry was glad exams are approaching. So am I, quite honestly. It keeps my mind off the drama. I guess revising charms and potions at midnight is a lot better than losing two hundred house points at midnight. 

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It's about a week until exams and Harry goes against his vow of not butting into other people's business, just like I knew he would. We're walking back from the library, just the two of us, when we hear a whimpering voice up ahead. 'Harry, what's that?' I whisper.

From an empty classroom further up the corridor, we hear Quirrell plead, 'No, no! Not again. Not again, please! No!'

'Sounds like someone's threatening him!' Harry gasps, vocalising my thoughts. We edge closer to the old wooden door. 'A-all right. All right, o-okay...' Quirrell stutters from within the classroom walls.

The next second the door bursts open and Quirrell runs out and down the corridor, straightening his odd-smelling turban, giving not so much as a glance to show the fact he noticed the two of us. He had his head down when he came out, so maybe he just didn't see us. 'He looked as if he was going to cry...' Harry points out.

'Ugh, probably because of that foul stench! Okay, okay, no time for jokes. So, Harry, what d'you think went on here?' Harry glares over at me. He waits until Quirrell's footsteps have completely been and gone, before shifting his focus to the classroom. He stands at the door and peers in. 

He looks around, apparently not noticing anything weird. 'Hey, brother, that door over there's open. I'll bet you twelve Philosopher's Stones that Snape just left!' I jab my index finger in the direction of the door.

'That'd be great if I had twelve Philosopher's Stones!'

'Don't get your undies in a twist, Bolt.'

'Don't you dare bring that nickname back!' Harry resumes his glaring from when we were outside the classroom. I just smirk and whisper the word again.

'Look, all we know is Snape will probably be a lot happier, now. Quirrell gave in,' Harry sighs, leaving the deserted classroom, going back to the deserted corridor.

'Hey, Bolt, d'you reckon he'll be walking with a spring in his step, or just... bolting around?'

'That was terrible!' Harry groans, although a smile is tugging on his lips.

'I know. And I also know that you know that you found it funny. Now let's go tell the others- Hermione and Ron, only, I know.'

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We troop back to the library, and sit on either side of Hermione and Ron. Hermione's testing Ron on his Astronomy. We interrupt their little study session with our story.

'Well, Snape's done it then!' Ron complains in an outraged whisper. 'If Quirrell's given him the instructions to get past his spell, he's going to get to the Stone!'

'Ron, remember that three headed dog, Fluffy, who's drooling away over the trap door?' I remind him.

He throws his hands up in defence. 'Maybe he found a book on how to get past it- I'll bet there's something in one of these books here! Then he wouldn't have to ask Hagrid! So, Harry, what to do? Lydia?'

Before Harry or I could reply to Ron, who's eyes were twinkling with adventure, Hermione jumps in with her opinion on the matter, 'Go to Dumbledore. We should've done that first thing! In case you didn't realise, every time we try and do anything ourselves, we get in trouble! If we try to do something, we'll get caught!'

'We have no proof!' complains Harry, rolling his eyes in frustration.

'Yeah,' I agree, looking down to avoid Hermione's eyes, which are screaming "traitor!" at me. 'Quirrell wouldn't back us up. He'd be too scared, wouldn't he?'

'And what about the troll in the dungeon? Huh? Didn't you say Snape went up there that day, at that time?'

'Yes,' agreed Harry, frowning. 'But all he's got to do is lie, right? Who would everyone believe- Snape, the Professor, or the children who have obvious hatred for him?' He uses his hands to show the balance- Snape on the left, us on the right. The right side goes down, showing Snape would get the upper hand. 'Dumbledore will think that we made it up to get him sacked! And Filch wouldn't do anything. He's too friendly with Snape and the more students expelled the better, he'll think.'

I realise something, something important. 'We're not meant to know about the stone... or Fluffy for that matter. How the heck will we explain that?!'

Hermione looks as if we've convinced her. Ron still looks sceptical. He opens his mouth, closes it and then opens it again to say, 'Come on, if we just do a bit more poking ar-'

'No!' Harry groans, at the same time I say, 'We've done enough poking around, Ronald!'

Harry pulls his homework towards him and I lean over to see how he's doing.