Lillian Potter | Harry Potter's Twin Sister

Chapter 21

I'd like to dedicate this chapter to Alan Rickman, who sadly passed away today from cancer. Though he may be gone, he will always be in our hearts.

"What the heck Ava?-" I managed to splutter out, between my fit of laughter.

Let's just say this. We were bored, and Olivia asked how old Dumbledore was. Ava then responded with this.

"I don't know, maybe seven-hundred or something? It's not even that funny!" Ava shrugged.

"Yes it is!" Olivia and I chorused.

"Okay?" Ava said. "Hey, brick head! Think fast!"

Ava threw a piece of popcorn towards me. Last minute, I caught it in my mouth and winked.

"What should we do now?" I said.

Just then, an owl flew through the window, holding a parcel wrapped in brown paper.

"Ooohh! More presents!" Ava squealed, clapping.

"Which are not for you!" Hermione untied the parcel from the owl's leg and gave it a piece of popcorn. "It says, to Harry and Lillian."

"And it's from..." Olivia trailed off.

"Nobody?" Hermione said in a questioning tone.

"Strange..." Harry mumbled, taking the parcel from Hermione.

"Open it," I whispered, wondering what possibly could be inside.

Only silence out of curiosity could be heard around the room as Harry peeled off the brown paper.

"What's this?" Harry and I chorused.

Everybody in the room shrugged or said a quick 'dunno', until Ron's face paled and he spoke up.

"Bloody hell! It's an Invisibility Cloak!"

"A what?" Harry and I both said in sync, once again.

"Stop! It's creepy..." Olivia shuddered.

I smacked her and rolled my eyes.

"An invisibility cloak! You put it on, and it allows you to become invisible," Ron gaped.

Harry put on the cloak, and I gasped as his whole body, except his head, disappeared. He walked over to the mirror and stood there, jaw dropped.

"How... What?" I said, quite speechless.

"There's a note..." Hermione said, picking a small piece of parchment off the floor.

We all crowded around her to read it. At first sight, I couldn't recognize the curly handwriting.

Harry and Lillian,

Your father left this in my possession when he died. It's time it is returned to you. Use it wisely.

Have a happy holiday.

"No name..." Harry said.

"Speaking of name, they put yours first! I'm obviously more important!" I flipped my hair jokingly.

All of my friends rolled their eyes.

"Who could it be from?" Ava questioned.

Nobody answered Ava. I knew that Harry and I were both thinking the same thing at the moment. Did this cloak really belong to our father?

"I'd die for one of those..." Ron said, admiring the cloak.

"Let's get into trouble with it," I grinned evilly, rubbing my hands together.

"Trouble? How about storing it away for a time when it could be useful?" Hermione suggested.

"Hermione, you're no fun!" I groaned.

Just then, Fred and George came running down the stairs, wearing their Weasley sweaters. Harry looked around frantically, not knowing what to do. So I did the logical thing, grabbed it and stuffed it under my butt.

"Merry Christmas! Oh, would you look at that! Harry and Lily have gotten sweaters also!" George said.

"Ron, yours doesn't have a letter on it," Fred continued. "Guess mum thinks that you can remember your name. We know our name, too!"

"Really?" I said, raising an eyebrow.

"Yep! We're obviously Gred and Forge!" Fred and George said.

"We can do that too," Harry and I challenged.

"Oh, really?" Fred and George said.

"Yep!" Harry and I chorused again.

"Looks like we have competitors, eh Georgie?" Fred said.

Percy Weasley came downstairs, a sweater from Mrs. Weasley draped over his arm.

"Why are you all alone up in your room?" Olivia asked Percy, batting her eyelashes fake-innocently. I snorted.

"Yeah! C'mon, put on your sweater! Even Harry and Lily are wearing theirs!" Fred and George said.

"No- I don't want-" Percy was cut off by the twins shoving the sweater over his head.

"Christmas is a time for being with family! You're not sitting with the snobby prefects today. You're sitting with us," Fred insisted.

With that, Fred and George pulled Percy out of the common room by force.

"Lunatics..." Ron commented.

"Agreed," Harry and I said.

"Stop doing that! It's weird! You never did it before! Even when you had the mind-talk thingy!" Ava exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air.

"We can't communicate through or heads anymore, but we can still talk at the same time like this," Harry and I said.

"Great," Hermione muttered jokingly.

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"Merlin's beard! There's so much food!" I exclaimed, while taking a large mound of mashed potatoes.

"What did you eat at the Muggles' house?" Ron said, his face stuffed with turkey. I let out a humorless laugh.

"We usually made the food, and watched the Dursley's eat in our face. And then, we would eat the leftovers, which usually consisted of some old bread, with a couple pieces of turkey if we were lucky," Harry said.

"But look who's eating good now!" I exclaimed loudly, filling my cheeks with as much mashed potatoes as I could.

"Won't you look at this!" Harry randomly said, looking towards the staff table.

I cracked up laughing when I saw Hagrid ask for another glass of wine, and drunkly kiss McGonagall on the cheek. It was surprising to see her blush madly. She must of had a couple drinks, also.

"Ew! I've been scarred!" Hermione gagged.

We all laughed.