Passion Projects

The Potter Twins • Pt. 2

Low-key kinda smutty shit? I honestly don't know half the time what I'm really writing. Anygaaay, enjoy, (hopefully)

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The summer had gone by too quickly. Now we were on the Hogwarts Express, waiting for Ron as he grabbed a basket full of sweets and other delights.

"You're not going to have room for the feast, you know." Hermione said, her and I both disgusted at the amount Ron was gorging himself with.
"Honestly Ronald, do you ever stop eating for two seconds?" I groaned.

Harry laughed, and I smiled. Ron continued eating, and Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Great, now I'm hungry. Wanna go find the trolley?"

"Sure."

We got up, and walked out the compartment door, searching for the trolley, as my sweet tooth demanded that I get a pumpkin pastie and a box of Drooble's blowing gum.

We mostly just chatted about the rubbish the Ministry was pulling about our old pal Voldemort, and to say the least I still got the vibe from my brother that he was anxious. I noticed his sleeves were engulfed in one another, and his normally curious eyes were restless, like he hadn't been sleeping.

"Harry?"

"Yeah?"

"Is something on your mind, is anythin' bothering you?"

"N-No, nothing at all Daire." He smiled, and his stutter came back from when he was little.

I pulled him aside to an empty compartment, and shut the door. I got out my wand, putting a Silencing charm on the area. "Okay now, what's wrong? Tell me."

Harry sighed and looked the other way.

"Harry James Potter, I swear, if you don't tell me, I will-"

"Okay, fine!"

"Ok, well go on then, tell me!"

"C-Cedric. I've been, I don't know. I can't get him out of my head. It's like every-time I think of Hogwarts, it goes back to that night in the cemetery again. Daire, I'm worried, what if he's really not back, and what if no one believes us?"

"Shut, your mouth, right there. You and I are unfortunately one of the many souls who Voldemort has come across. Cedric too. But you have to remember that the Prophet and Fudge are wrong. Voldemort is back, we will find him, we will catch him. And he will be caught. And you saw him, with your own eyes. So relax. We're going to be fine."

I held him tight in one of my many hugs that I would be giving him over the course of the year, as we were called to get changed into our robes as the train was 10 minutes from Hogwarts, our real home.

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We got onto the platform, all dressed, but having got off late because Ron dropped a chocolate frog and we spent another half-hour looking for it.

"Honestly Ron, did you really think it would listen to you, like you were beckoning its call?"

"It was worth a shot! Harry, come on mate, back me up here."

Harry grinned. "I'm gonna have to agree with Hermione on this one."

"Blimy! Daire?"

"No opinion. Plus I'd prefer not to arguing when we have to get to the feast, mind you." I smirked, leaving Ron disgruntled and very much to my dismay, was glaring at me like a five year-old. Harry noticed and spit up his water.