His sister (Harry Potter fanfic)

Chapter 1

3...2...1...BOOM!!! Fred, George and I ran from the 'scene of the crime' with maniacal grins on our faces. My name is Alexia Potter, yup I'm Harry Potter's twin sister but despite what you think, we are nothing alike. For one, he looks like our father, I look like our mother; he has a funky scar on his face, I don’t. And since he plays the over-protective brother whenever a guy even looks at me, I tend to stay away from him and live my own life. I understand his over-protectiveness but it's seriously annoying, I am in Gryffindor too after all. I prefer to hang out with Ginny and the Weasley twins or as I call them the Prank Kings (Peeves too of course, but he's a ghost) and we are having a whole lot of fun messing with Umbridge and Filch. I swept my curly raven black hair out of my eyes as the three of us rounded the corner and bumped into none other than Filch and Mrs. Norris. He gave us his signature 'I got you now' glare. He reached out to grab my arm, then the three of us shouted.

"You got no proof!" and ran off in three different directions cackling madly. I let the last of my giggles fade away as I headed towards our meeting place in the R.O.R. (Room of Requirement). I hope they didn't get caught, pfft they never get caught. I rounded the corner and literally ran right into Professor Umbridge. ‘Aw crap,’ I thought miserably. She smiled ‘sweetly’ at me.

“Miss Potter, I hear you are causing trouble,” She said with a sickly sweet voice.

“Of course not Professor, I would never cause you any trouble,” I replied in the same tone. Her smile dropped. But today wasn’t my day. Filch rounded the corner and stopped while glaring at me. Umbridge’s smile returned. She grabbed my arm and led me to her office. She sat me down in the seat in front of her desk. I nearly choked on the perfume in the room.  She pulled out a parchment and a black feather quill for me.

“It seems you have a nasty habit of lying Miss Potter. You are going to do lines for me.” I groaned, “I want you to write, ‘I will not pull pranks,’” She said.

“How many times,” I grumbled.

“Oh, as many times as it takes to sink in,” She replied. I was about to write, until I realised something.

“You haven’t given me any ink,” I said. “Dumbarse.” I muttered to myself.

“Don’t worry, you won’t need it,” She said with a smile. I shrugged and started writing, the ink was red. After the first line I let out a hiss of pain. I glanced down at my right hand, since I’m left handed. It had the words ‘I will not pull pranks’ carved into it, and then the skin healed making the area sore and smooth. I glared at Umbridge, she simply smiled wider. I continued to write. About two hours later she told me to stop.

“Hand.” I placed my hand out or her to see, “Well that’s not good enough, continue.” She said curtly. I glared harshly at her then sat down to keep writing. Another hour passed and blood was dripping down my hand staining the parchment below. By the time she let me leave I had been in that wretched room for four and a half hours. I walked down the halls heading to the room of requirement. The door appeared, I opened it and went in. Fred and George were still in it looking bored out of their minds. They looked at me when I closed the door, my right hand placed against my chest.

“Oi, where you been? We’ve been waiting here for hours.” George said throwing his hands up in the air.

“Sorry guys, I got a little side tracked.” I said while pulling down my right sleeve to show them the damage. I told them everything, so no point in trying to hide this. Their eyes widened and they were immediately at my side to assess the damage.

“What happened? Did you trip?” Fred asked.

“I highly doubt that ‘little miss perfect balance’ here tripped Freddy,” George replied. I giggled at them.

“George is right Fred, I quite literally ran into Umbridge on the way over here,” I told them. They nodded understandingly and moved away from me. Fred grabbed a small bowl of water and George grabbed a bandage. George sat me down on the couch as Fred dipped my hand in the cold water. I hissed quietly when my hand went in the water. He mumbled a sorry and sat closely beside me on the couch, George sat on the other side of me still holding the bandages. He pulled my hand out of the water and gently wrapped it.

“Thanks guys.” I said. They grinned. “So what are we going to do to her for our next prank?” I asked them. They looked kinda shocked.

“You still wanna do another prank on Umbridge,” Fred started.

“After what she did to you today?” George finished. I gave them my deluxe ‘are you dense’ look.

“Good point,” They said together. We laughed for a long while. Then we planned out a devious prank. I told them about Umbridge’s horrifyingly pink and over perfumed room. They had horrified looks on their faces.

“How did you survive?” They asked simultaneously. I closed my eyes and placed the back of my hand against my forehead dramatically.

“I honestly don’t know, but it was horrible. I barely made it out alive.” I opened one eye, “How was that?” I asked. The twins were chuckling.

“Your sarcastic acting never ceases to amaze us.” They said in unison. I put on a look of mock hurt.

“Me? Sarcastic? I could never.” I ended up grinning which ruined the effect but Fred and George were full on laughing. I joined in. We ended up telling bad jokes and planning revenge on Umbridge. I looked at the clock and gasped, it was two hours past curfew.

“Oh sh--, uh, shampoo?” I said quickly, replacing the swear. George raised an eyebrow but Fred looked amused.

“Shut up you dolts, I gotta go. Class dismissed, same time tomorrow.” I shouted as I left the room. I pulled out the Marauders’ map.

“I solemnly swear I am up to no good.” I quickly whisper placing my wand on it. Good, no one’s around. Umbridge is in her office and Filch is ‘patrolling’ around that area, meaning I have a clear road to victory (the common room).

“Mischief managed.” I say as I stuff it in my pocket. I got to the portrait safely, what a relief. I entered the common room, and quietly walked to the stairs leading to the girl dormitory. Someone behind me cleared their throat and I jumped at least three feet. I stiffly turned around. My eyes locked onto ones the same color as mine, except theirs were narrowed in a cold glare. Harry stood up from the chair, anger radiating off of him.

“Where have you been?”