Lillian Potter | Harry Potter's Twin Sister

Chapter 2

We've just been attacked by dementors and might be expelled from Hogwarts. We want to know what's going on and when we're getting out of here.

Harry and I copied those words onto three different pieces of parchment, and addressed them to Sirius, Ron, and Hermione. We were currently waiting for Hedwig to come back from hunting, and I was laying on my bed, staring at the ceiling as my head pounded. My body was sore from carrying Dudley's weight with Harry, and I felt exhausted and lightheaded.

Harry was pacing the room angrily, glaring out our window every so often.

I stared at the ceiling in frustration. Why was nobody telling us what was going on? Why couldn't we leave this horrible house already?-

I jumped at a loud noise from nearby. Harry had kicked his trunk out of anger, and was now hopping around in pain.

"Will you sit down?" I finally snapped. "You've been pacing for an hour, and it's making me anxious!"

"Sorry," Harry mumbled, throwing himself onto his bed angrily.

Hedwig soared in through our window, and landed on top of Harry and I's desk with a dead frog in her beak. I cringed as she set it down on the desk, looking proud.

"About time!" Harry snarled. "I've got work for you!"

"Harry!" I hissed, standing up and walking over to the desk. "She did nothing wrong. Isn't that right, Hedwig? Move out of the way."

I pushed Harry out of the way (he scowled) and gave Hedwig the three letters.

"Take these to Sirius, Ron, and Hermione," I said kindly, unlike Harry had been. "Make sure they give us good, long replies, alright? Keep pecking them until they've written us long answers."

Hedwig hooted, picked up her frog, and took off through the window again.

Feeling very annoyed with Harry, I threw myself back on my bed and turned away from him. I stared at the wall I was facing, and drifted off to sleep.

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Hedwig didn't return the next morning. In fact, nobody sent us any letters at all. I was a particularly bad mood after yesterday, and nobody feeling like it was important enough to reach out to me made it even worse.

With Harry and I being locked in the same room together all day, our bickering only got worse. I didn't think we'd ever been so hostile with each other before. The only time we left our bedroom was to use the bathroom, and I purposely took an excessively long time in there. Petunia shoved food through the cat-flap on our door two or three times a day, and it usually just consisted of two cans of soup or something.

The first night, I didn't know what to do with myself. I had no distraction from my thoughts, and Harry and I were still heavily annoyed with each other, so I was too prideful to actually have a conversation with him. So, after he fell asleep, I tried to pull open the window to sneak out, but it was locked from the outside.

I threw myself back on my bed angrily, staring up at the dream catcher that Fred had got me as it dangled over my bed.

And then, it a moment of complete frustration and anger, I stood up on my bed and pulled the dream catcher down. I shoved it in the drawer on my nightstand and slammed it shut, before turning on my side and glaring at the wall.

Fred had barely written to me all summer. His few letters that he had sent contained just as much information as Ron and Hermione's did- so in other words, nothing. Before school ended, he promised he'd write all the time, and he knew I needed him right now. So much for that.