James Potter's Twin sister

Part 6

I blow the stray piece of silver hair out of my eyes. I remember the day I died it. James and I were home alone and our father left his wand home. James was messing around with it and I got caught in the cross-fire. Of course, I drew a penis on his face, but we decided to keep my hair the way it is. Then, I put a stretcher through my tongue on a dare. That was the beginning of my rebellious stage. It ended, a week later, when I accidentally cut off a fishes head to show I was hardcore. I decided it wasn't the life for me when I cried by its corpse. It made me sad just remembering it. But, in history of magic, thinking is the only thing you can do to stop from falling asleep. Right now I think professor Binns is talking about a goblin rebellion or burning withes. Somewhere in that range.

"Oi, Mal." Severus whispers. I roll my eyes. This kid is half in love with Lily, but so are the Potters, so he can fuck off. Family claim or something.

"What?" I ask, not really listening.

"Why is Lily mad at you?" He questions. I scowl. Everyone has been asking me that. Its honestly getting bloody annoying, and its only the fourth class.

"Why so nosy?" I counter, hoping it will throw him off.

It doesn't. " 'Cause, I want to know why some girl has my best friend in tears, you git!" He sneers, causing some other Slytherins to look at us. I have no problem sitting in the Slytherin side of class, I'm even friends with a few, but the stares I get could burn holes in my back.

"I thought you two were no longer aquatints since you called her that god awful word." I hiss. I only remember because I dumped squid piss on him for it. That led to a whole fight with his death eater gang. Some of them got stabbed. I sure as hell did.

"Shut up. You don't have a clue." He says quietly.

I snort. "Actually, I do have a clue, you vile creature. Lily was in pieces when you called her the 'm' word. She even helped me get the squid piss, dumb fuck." He glares at me as if hoping I would melt. I just shrug my shoulders and turn away. I was thinking about when I went ice skating with Sirius and he fell, when he tapped my shoulder again.

"Do you know how much it hurts to see her cry, then?" He says quietly, voice barely understandable. I nod, confused at where this is going.

"Well, she was crying worse over you. She doesn't even eat. But Mal, I know what happened." The dark haired boy smiles. Its not a cruel smile, its an understanding one. It said, 'I feel your pain.'.

"You do?" I sneer. I don't need this slimeball in my business.

"She loves you, I think. And I think she knows you don't feel the same. It's killing her." He smiles. I want to punch him. He has no right to say how I feel, the dick. Anger flares, the anger I've had for a week.

"Look, its nice that you're trying to relate to me and all, but you don't how I feel. And you couldn't, because I don't know my damn self! So, haha!" I say sadly, throwing my head on the desk.

"You know, " Snape smirks. "I never thought you were much of a Potter. But, seeing as its the second week of school and you've managed to get yourself into a shit ton of emotional drama, I'm positive that you are a Potter. Positively." He remarks, looking at me as one would to a sour grape.

"Sue me." I snort.

TIME SKIP!!!! SIRIUS AND MAL JUST CHILLING IN SIRIUS'S DORM. THE OTHERS WENT TO DINNER.

"I honestly think I should be in Hufflepuff." I confide in the dark haired boy. He was laying on his bed right next to me, waving his wand mindlessly as sparks flew out the tip and swirled into a spiral above me.

He snorted. "Why? So you can meet all the Hufflepuff girls?"

I scowl. "It wasn't like that. I got in a fight and was camping out in the kitchens. The Hufflepuffs found me and threw me a party. Besides, I like Hufflepuffs."

"Not the other houses?" Sirius asks. He looks at me. I just shrug.

"I've got bad blood with the Slytherins. Me and the other Blacks have never got along. Ravenclaw is alright but, they don't like my lack of filter. And Gryffindoors are too much like me, I want someone who is the exact opposite." I tell him truthfully. He laughs.

"You do have no filter. " Sirius admits.

"Its like a fishnet stocking. There's so many wholes, it might aswell not exist." I laughs. Sirius chuckles.

"Why do you have bad blood with the Slytherins?" He ask. He said Slytherins, but he really meant Blacks.

"Siri, there not so bad. We just don't mix well. The Blacks and I just don't go well." I say. I know how he'll react.

"I'm a Black!" He snarls, bolting upright in bed. He glares at me as if I just insulted his hair. I perch my self up, leaning close to him. He backs away but I grab his shoulders. With one hand, I tuck his hair behind his ear. The words I say next sound so meaningless to me but for Sirius they mean the world.

"You are not a Black. You're a Potter." I say calmly. A smile breaks across his face. He always wanted to belong somewhere and now he finally did.