I look at the time. 5:00. Time to go. I stand over by the front door with Harry.
"So you've been hidden all these years?" He asked me.
"Yup" Then the doorbell rings. Dumbledore walks in. I walk outside and look at Harry. "I'll be there in a minute," he tells me. So I walk out to the driveway with my owl, Prim, and my cat, Newt.
After a minute, Dumbledore and Harry walk out.
Before we go, I needed to ask a question.
"Dumbledore... How old are people when they start Hogwarts?"
"Eleven," he responded.
"Then why am I going as a 15 year old?"
"We only just connected the dots that you were still alive last year. Otherwise you would've started as an eleven year old."
Harry and Dumbledore walk outside. "Ready?" Dumbledore asks me. "Yes, sir"
"Grab on to my arm," he directed to me and Harry. We both did and then I felt like I was flying. Harry and Dumbledore both landed on their feet, but I landed on my back. Then we were somewhere else. Outside a tall house. With a sign that said : The Weasleys.
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The Girl Who Lived
Fanfiction||COMPLETED|UNDER EDITING|| Sure, you've all heard of the all famous Harry Potter and how he found the Sorcerer's Stone, discovered the Chamber of Secrets, helped the Prisoner of Azkaban, blah, blah, blah. Well, what about his not-so-famous twin s...
