Never Second Best

Chapter 1

I woke to the familiar sound of Uncle Vernon's voice bellowing throughout the house. "Harry! Holly! Up! Now!" I groan and stretch out my limbs, accidentally pushing Harry off the small twin bed Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia make us share in Dudley's "second room." 

"Bloody git." Harry murmurs under his breath. This is how our mornings usually go. We wake to the screaming of the fat balloon downstairs, and one of us ends up on the floor sleepily spitting out insults to the other on the bed.

"Sorry Harry." I say uninterested. I yawn and stretch and get up towards the bathroom. Harry is laying face down on the floor, snoring. I giggle to myself. Ah. Those poor girls that swoon over Harry. They really don't know what they're missing. It's not easy being the 'amazing' Harry Potter's older sister. It's curious, even to me, why I wasn't the one Voldemort tried to kill. Quiet frankly, I don't think he even knows I exist after totally missing my room the night mum and dad were killed. I guess that's just lucky of me. I groggily start to brush my teeth when Harry pushes open the door. He sways passed me, rubbing his eyes and flips up the toilet seat. "Do you mind?" I ask with a mouthful of toothpaste. Harry waves me off with one hand with his eyes still closed. I roll my eyes and leave the bathroom. When I make my way down the stairs, commotion rings the main floor.

"No! They will not be going! They have to finish painting the fence this afternoon!" Uncle Vernon yells affirmatively. 

"What's going on?" I yawn making my way into the den, catching Fred Weasley's eye. I scramble to pick up a blanket on the couch, since I'm only wearing one of Harry's T-shirts and a pair of very, VERY small shorts that Aunt Petunia gave me when I was nine. Thankfully, I am still quite small, but you can imagine how that looks on a sixteen-year-olds body. Fred and George quietly snicker together. I give them my best stink eye when Harry walks into the room. The twins are still looking at my half-covered legs, even with the blanket, when Harry snaps to attention and stands in front of me while giving the twins an even better stink eye than my own. Harry may be younger, but he acts like an overprotective big brother. I push Harry out of the way so I can say hi to Mr. Weasley and Ron. "Hi Mr. Weasley, Hullo Ron," My eyes make my way over to the twins. "You." I say playfully. I've been best friends with Fred and George Weasley since first year, and then we made the Gryffindor Quidditch team together in second. The twins chuckle and come over to Harry and I along with Ron to give hugs.

"Ready to go get your trunk?" Fred asks. I give him a confused look.

"What?" I say.

"Did Harry not tell you?" George asks, his and Fred's gaze shifting over to Harry.

"My bad. I forgot." Harry says, obviously not sorry. George rolls his eyes and turns his attention back to me.

"Whatever. You and Harry are spending the rest of the summer with us. Hermione is already there. We'll help you pack." George says as the convoy of Weasley boys and Harry and I walk up the stairs. When we reach mine and Harry's room, Fred takes a deep breath and takes it all in. 

"Homie." He says, inspecting the room with the small wardrobe and single twin sized bed and peeling wallpaper. It is actually the complete opposite.

"Blimey!" Ron says. "Do you both share that itty bitty bed?" Ron asks baffled. Harry and I nod grimly. "That's mental! I can hardly even share a room with Harry because he man-spreads across the bloody room!" I giggle. I put an extending and light as a feather charm on my trunk, and the Weasley's, Harry, and I begin to pack. I got my list of materials yesterday, knowing I only have to get more quills and the textbooks I need for this year in Diagon Alley. I scan the list again and my eyes fall on something I didn't notice before. Dress Robes? For what? Do I even have anything close to the sort? I start rummaging through my wardrobe. I pull out a teeny skirt I wore when I was 4 at Dudley's 'fancy' birthday party. George giggles at my horrid face and the teeny skirt.

"Hope to see you in that for your dressing gown." George says through giggles. Fred joins in. Even though it was a joke, Harry still hits them both on the arm, rather hard. Of course, that only makes them giggle harder. I roll my eyes and stuff the teeny skirt back into the wardrobe and dig out a pair of black skinny trousers and a pink tank top that is cut right above wear the trousers end on my belly. I also quickly turn around to make sure the boys aren't looking before I bend over (revealing far too much) and grab my undergarments and stuff them in the trousers. I do this all within a matter of seconds, scanning the faces of the Weasley boys to make sure they didn't see anything. The twins had their heads looking up, trying their so very hardest not to smile. Great. Just Great. Even better for them, because Harry didn't see. I pretend I don't notice their faces and scurry off to the bathroom to get changed. As I make my way back into my room after changing, the boys are gone and I am left by myself. I do a quick sweep of my room, making sure myself, or Harry, haven't left anything. That's when I notice a piece of fabric sticking out from under the bed. I pick it up and hold it out. Harry's invisibility cloak. What an idiot. Thankfully for Harry, I am an amazing older sister and I decide to be nice and give it back to him. I make my way downstairs and push the cloak into Harry's chest. 

"Almost forgot this, you twat." I say a quick good-bye to the Dursley's, although the gesture was not reciprocated, nor was it expected. Mr. Weasley hands me the bowl of floo powder. "The Burrow." 

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A/N: hey y'all. i hope you like. constructive criticism is welcome.