The Potter Twins and the Philosopher's Stone

Until the Very End

Now it was about 11:15 pm. and Emilia woke up again from another dream. Harry woke up maybe 30 minutes before she did, so he was already up.

"A man and a motorcycle," she mumbled.

"What?" Harry asked a bit confused.

"There was a man, in my dream," she said rubber her eyes and yawning. "And he had a motorcycle," After that Harry just decided to let that go. She always had these strange dreams. Not saying Harry had none, he has a fair amount of strange dreams himself, it's just Emilia has a wide verity of strange dreams.

For a while, they just sat and talked about, well, anything they thought of. What would happen when they turned 11, what will happen when school starts again, all that jazz.

11:55 pm, 5 minutes till the twins are 11.

"Hey Emi?"

"Yeah?"

"Can you look in your bag please?"

"Why?"

"Pleeeaaaassseee?"

"Okay, okay," she laughed, crawling over to her bag and opening it. When she crawled back over, she held a small white box. She handed it to Harry, but he didn't take it.

"Here," she said. He just smiled.

"Open it," She looked at Harry trying to figure out what this was all about. Soon she gave in and opened it. When she opened it, she put a hand in and took out a small ring. It was made of metal and had a little lightning bolt on it with swirls around it. It didn't have any precious gem, just a strait piece of circular metal with a design, and it was the most beautiful thing the poor boy could find for his wonderful sister.

Emilia was shocked, but still joyous. She put it on her middle finger on her right hand.

"I promise I will never take this off,"

Harry smiled.

"It's a promise ring," He started. "I promise that our family will always stay together strong. Just like the lightning on the ring, it's strong and never stops,"

She leaned over and wrapped her brother in a loving hug, him hugging her back.

"Thank you," she whispered into his shoulder.

"No problem," He whispered back.

"I have something for you too," He looked at her trying to riddle it out. Harry honestly didn't expect to get anything. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a piece of paper. She handed Harry the paper and he unfolded it. It was a drawing, but not any drawing. It was of her and Harry. They were on the swings together, side by side, swinging. They weren't doing much. They were just happy, and together. They had enough in that picture; all they needed. It was beautiful.

At the top right hand corner of the drawing, it read...

This is our family...
We may be small in numbers,
But we love each other.
That's how it was, is, and always will be.
Happy 11 Harry
I love you,
Until the very end.

Just then, Dudley's watch beeped 12. Emilia smiled at Harry.

"Happy 11 Harry,"

"Happy 11 Emilia,"

As if timed, there was a loud booming sound. The door. It started to shake. Something was banging on it from the other side.