Elizabeth Potter, the girl who lived.
Harry Potter, the boy who lived.
Facing Voldemort again.
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t. 1991 ~ 1992 (PS era)
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Started: 2/11/20
Completed: 7/2/21
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I only own Elizabeth Potter, that is all.
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THE HOGWARTS EXPRESS
The compartment Harry and I were in was quite big and completely empty. All of the first years had to stay in a specific part of the train and the majority of them were buzzing with excitement and enthusiastically introducing themselves to anyone who'd listen. Harry and I avoided the crowds as well as possible, remembering that we're 'famous' and that's just the attention we don't want, especially today.
I was sat on the leather seat across from Harry, my charms book in hand, going over some spells.
"Hey Harry, can I try this one on you?" I asked, turning the book around and pointing to the spell I hadn't tried yet. Harry read the title and short description of the spell before nodding and getting his wand out. I took my own wand out and aimed it at him.
"Expelliarmus," I commanded, whilst directing my wand right and down. The spell worked first try and Harry's wand flew from his hand, hitting the wall behind him. I smiled proudly at my achievement and so did Harry.
"How did you do that?" A voice sounded from the compartment door. My head shot to the direction of the voice and saw the red-haired boy from earlier.
"It's the disarming spell," I answered kindly, putting a sweet smile on.
"It was impressive," the boy smiled, feeding my ego, "Do you mind if I sit in here with you guys? Everywhere else is full." he asked sheepishly.
"Of course," I smiled. His smiled broadened as he shut the door behind him and took a seat next to me.
"I'm Ron, by the way. Ron Weasley," the boy introduced himself.
I'm Harry. Harry Potter. And this is my twin Elizabeth," Harry answered for the both of us. Ron's eyes widened and I internally sighed. We had gone a grand ten minutes without anyone knowing who we were.
"So it's true?! I mean, do you really have the... the..." Ron hesitated, avoiding contact with either of us.
"The what?" I asked politely.
"The scars," he whispered.
Harry smiled widely, "Oh, yeah," he chuckled, lifting his fringe to reveal the lightening shaped scar on his forehead. Once Ron had taken a good look at Harry's scar, he turned expectantly to me, to which I moved my hair over my shoulder, revealing my own lightening bolt scar but on my neck.
"Wicked," Ron commented with a grin. The squeaky sound of old wheels could be heard right outside of our compartment before it stopped and an elderly lady opened the door. The trolley the lady was pushing carried loads of colourful sweets, all of which I had never heard of before.
