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...
"Well, I'm gonna leave you to fix whatever the hell this is."
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You sat in Snapes class, you where just doing some extra work. Of course you where in there alone, so it was quite and peaceful. Well it was peaceful, that was until Malfoy came in.
"Professor Snape?" The boy questioned.
"Snape isn't here right now, can I take a message?" You asked, flipping to the next page of the potions book you where reading.
"What are you doing here Potter?" Malfoy asked, walking in front of the desk you sat at.
You hummed, "Just studying." You answered.
"Wheres Snape?"
"No idea." You answered, writing down something on a piece of parchment.
"Draught of Living Death?" Malfoy asked, "We don't talk about that till way later on." He said.
You shrugged "So?" You asked, not looking away from your work.
"Why are you studying it?" He asked.
You shrugged, "Felt like it. I mean, might as well study ahead." You mumbled.
"That's very, advanced of you." He said, "Does Snape allow it?"
"Course he does, if he didn't I wouldn't be doing this." You answered, "Speaking of Snape, why did you need him?" You asked.
"Oh, I was hoping he could help me with understand potions more." He said.
You looked up at him "If you'd like, whenever I'm free I could help you." You said.
"Really?" He asked.
You nodded "Sure." You said, a small smile playing on your lips. You looked to the clock on the wall "Awe shite." You mumbled, you quickly started putting everything away.
"What?" Malfoy asked.
"I need to talk to Professor Mcgonagall." You said.
"And why is that?"
"Because, I'm asking her to help me become an animagus." You answered, you frowned "Why the hell am I even telling you this, we hardly talk." You mumbled.
Before the blonde boy could say another word, you quickly left heading in the direction of Mcgonagall's classroom. He watched you walk away, a small frown on his face. There was something about you, that he never quite understood.
