Not Alone After All

Chapter XXXVII

MERRY CHRISTMAS YALL ⭐⭐

"That was absolutely genius," Laura whispered excitingly to his brother as they closed the door to their room. Harry had a smirk plastered on his face. 

"I know, thank you," he said smugly. 

The two siblings each got a slice of cake, eating it as fast as they could in fear of what might happen if Aunt Petunia or Uncle Vernon walked in. As they were finishing, a distant screech could be heard from the window; Hedwig was back. 

This meant that she had found Sirius, delivered Harry's letter, found the Weasley's, delivered Laura's letter, and by the looks of it, brough back another letter in only a few hours. Laura had to admit, Hedwig was a reliable owl. She had set the bar very high for Laura's future owl. 

Harry opened the window and Hedwig came in, sitting down on top of her cage. She looked fairly annoyed, to be honnest. Soon enough, Harry and Laura realised what was the source of her annoyment. A small, feathery grey tennis ball came in flying right after her, and kept going round and around in their room. 

"Ouch!" Harry exclaimed as the small owl collided with the side of his head. As Harry rubbed his head furiously, Laura approached Hedwig, who had dropped an envelope on the nightstand. Laura recognised George's handwriting and grabbed it. At the same time, Harry grabbed a letter the small owl had dropped on the ground. 

Laura opened her envellope, realising there were two letters inside, one from each twin. While Harry read his letter, which was probably from Ron, Laura read hers. She decided to start with George's, which was shorter. 

     Laurie,
     We got your letter and we think you for your suggestion. We have taken it into consideration and I think we know what we're going to do with your cousin. 
     We miss you terribly too, and I can't wait until you're here for the Quidditch World Cup. Fred wanted to tell you this, but I guess you'll hear the news from witch ever letter you read first; dad managed to get the tickets. We'll be going to see the match of Ireland against Bulgaria, and I can't wait. 
     Hope the muggles are treating you nicely,
     George.

Laura smiled to herself as she finished the letter. She secretely wished the twins wouldn't ask her which letter she read first, because Fred, being the sensitive person that he is, would most likely throw a fit if she told him she read George's first, and therefore got the news from him. Although, she had already gotten the news from Molly, so technically, she did nothing wrong. She quickly opened Fred's letter.

     Little Potter,
     I hope you decided to read my letter first, otherwise I will never forgive you. Also, why do you insist on writing one letter for the two of us? We are two different people, you know? And you also know that we will both write you back. Are you just lazy? If so, I don't care, I am expecting a personallised letter next time I recieve mail from your household.

Laura snorted at Fred's intoduction to his letter, making Harry tear his eyes away from his own letter for a few seconds, before going right back into it. 

     George and I have the perfect plan to help you. He made me promise I wouldn't tell, though, so I guess you'll have to wait for the surprise. 
     I'm sorry about this so called diet you're on. Ron said Harry mentioned it to him and apparently you are living off carrot sticks. No worries, though, because as soon as you get here, mum will fix you a buffet. And if she doesn't, hell, I will (with George's help, of course. I can't cook). 
     Also, I haven't told you this yet; our O.W.L. predictions were correct. I got an O in Charms and Transfigurations, and an E in Defense Against the Dark Arts. George, however, got an A in D.A.D.A., and O's in both Transfiguration and Herbology. Herbology! Who would have thought. 
     Also, guess what? Dad managed to get the tickets for the final of the Quidditch World Cup! It'll be Ireland playing Bulgaria, and mum wants to go get you. And your brother, of course. We took your request from two letters ago into consideration, and we still don't enjoy the idea of pranking Harry. He's too good to us, and he's the only one who actually tries to tell us apart (in exception of you, of course). Although, I don't think your method of telling us apart and his are quite the same.

Laura blushed as she remembered how she could tell the two apart. George had told her in a letter earlier this summer what had happened the night of the whole werewolf-Sirius-Black-the-rat-is-a-man episode. Laura had been blushing like crazy on her bed alone reading George's letter, and she couldn't be more grateful that the boys weren't there telling that to her in person. That's another thing she was hoping they wouldn't ask her about. 

     I do believe your method is more efficient; freckles don't move. Also, I told George that 'Little Potter's is my nickname for you, and that he may not steal it. I told him to find himself a new one, so he might test a bunch of new pet names on you when you get here. 
     Mum told us she had sent a letter through the muggle post. I'm sorry about that, I'm that went terribly wrong. I saw the number of stamps that were on that envelope, and I'm pretty sure she exaggerated on that. I hope your aunt and uncle didn't give you a hard time because of us. 
     I'll see you sooner than you think, Little Potter. 
     The better half,
     Fred. 

Laura looked over to see Harry writing a small message on a piece of paper, and folding it to give it to the small owl whose name was apparently Pig. Harry wrote to Ron that the Muggles had said yes, which meant that the Weasley's would be coming to get them Sundey afternoon. He then wrote a small message to Sirius that said where they would be for the rest of the summer, so don't bother writing to their uncle and aunt's house. 

Hedwig kept unusually still as Harry tied it to her leg. It was almost as if she was trying to show them how post owls should behave, opposed to the other smaller owl in the room.

"We'll be at Ron's when you get back, alright?" Harry told her and the owl nibbed his finger affectionetly before flying once again into the sky.