this book is horrible.- sincerely, the author who wrote this shit
What if there wasn't one, but two survivors to Voldemort's attack on the Potters.
Y/n Lilian Potter, twin sister to Harry James Potter.
Y/n is known for her silver toung, she takes n...
"No, it's all good. I mean hey, we aren't called the twins who lived for nothing."
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"What the hell was that?" Draco asked, as the two of you walked towards the dungeons after your detention.
"I-I have no clue. But I just saved a unicorn." You stuttered.
"Has that happened before?" Draco asked.
You shook your head, "No, that was a first." You said.
"I have to admit, that was bloody amazing!" He beamed.
You smiled shyly, and an odd feeling erupted throughout you. Your face heated up, and your stomach felt as if it was in knots. 'The hell is happening?'
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You walk with Ron, Harry, and Hermione out in the cortyard. Hermione was talking about exams, but you ans Harry where rubbing your scars. Hardly paying attention to a word said.
"I've always heard Hogwarts' end of the year exams were frightful, but I found that rather enjoyable." Hermione said.
"Speak for yourself. All right there, Harry? Y/n?" Ron asked.
"My scar. It keeps burning." You and Harry said, simultaneously.
Ron shuttered "You two sound like fred and George." He muttered.
"It's happened before." Hermione said.
"Not like this." Harry said.
"Yeah, I feel like I'm being stabbed in the head." You mumbled, squeezing your eyes shut as you rubbed your scar.
"Perhaps you should see the nurse." Ron suggested.
"No, it's all good. I mean hey, we aren't called the twins who lived for nothing." You chuckled.
" I think it's a warning. It means dangers coming. Uhh!" He rubs scar wincing "Oh. Of course!" Harry said, he then runs for Hagrid's hut.
You, Ron, and Hermione sprinted after him. "What is it?" Hermione asked.
"Don't you think it's a bit odd that what Hagrid wants more than anything is a dragon, and a stranger shows up and just happens to have one?" Harry asked, as you got closer and closer to the hut.
" I mean, how many people wander around with dragon eggs in their pockets? Why didn't I see it before?" Harry said, the three of you approached Hagrid who was playing a familiar tune on his wooden flute. "Hagrid, who gave you the dragon egg?"
