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The Potter Twins • Part 5

Picture of Daire as described later!

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"Thanks Harry." I said, as my brother slid a Butterbeer across the table towards me.

"Welcome." Harry smiled.

Being with the Weasley's for the holidays made me feel better, but couldn't distract me or stop bringing back the haunting details of watching Arthur Weasley get mauled by Nagini. The thought of the horrific nightmare made me shudder, earning goosebumps and the hair on my arms stand up.

I sighed as I reached for my glass. My heart pained to see Draco, but he had opted to stay at Hogwarts for the holidays. He promised to owl me over break, which made me feel better.

"And there, Daddy's back." Molly cheered, sitting her husband down as the rest of the Weasley clan and us two clapped.

Arthur raised his glass. "To Harry and Daire Potter, to whom which without, I would not be here."

"I'll cheers to that." I said, grinning. Harry and I touched glasses, and did that for everyone else. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw our godfather.

Sirius.

I immediately put my drink down and ran to him, engulfing him in a hug. Harry I noticed did the same, but had to fix his glasses afterward. I snickered.

"Shut up."

"Both of us are too stubborn to shut our mouthes, so don't even go there."

"I hate you, because you're right."

"You don't need to tell me that."

Sirius laughed. "You two bicker like an old married couple. Now, when you're finished up with dinner, I'd like to show you something."

He took a sip out of his glass of wine, and instead of going back to my seat, I gave him my best begging face, and pointed at the wine.

"Please?"

Sirius sighed. "Not a word to Molly, alright?"

"I'm not that stupid." I laughed.

I was thrown back into my chair after Snape had finished.

"You're not concentrating hard enough, Potter. Perhaps watching your brother struggle even more than you did will make you finally do the work."

"Legilimens!" Snape shouted. Harry's head fly back, and his grip on the chair strengthened, as I saw his knuckles turn white.

Small tears escaped the corner of his eyes.

"Professor."

He ignored me. Harry had started sweating, and I saw him shudder.

"Professor, please."

Nothing.

"Professor, please stop! Please stop it!"

He still ignored me. My hair and eyes turned scarlet, and I stood up.

"STOP!" The room shook, and Snape had dropped his wand. I sat back down, and grabbed Harry's hand. It was rough and hot, while contrasting against my cold hands.

I had felt Harry's pain, and it still burned like a candle wick in the back of my mind.

"Perhaps, you'd like to try again? Or would you like to leave my office for interrupting, yet again, Miss Potter."