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 RESTRICTED SECTION
"Happy Christmas Little Potter," Fred said as he and George took a seat on couch in front of the fire.
"Merry Christmas to you too, Freddie," I smiled. George joined the other side of me and the boys relaxed on the couch, "only just woken up?"
"Of course. We're here for Christmas, we don't have a strict schedule like at home," George chuckled.
"Fair point," I agreed, "I have presents for you two, give me a second." I shot up from the couch and ran up the stairs, grabbing the last two presents hidden under my bed. I then rushed back down the stairs and handed the boys their presents.
"Thanks Liz," Fred smiled before ripping of the wrapping.
"A box of pranks," George smiled.
"They're only muggle prank items and they're really bad but I thought you might bewitch them to do other things," I shrugged.
"It's great, thank you," George thanked.
"My pleasure," I chuckled, "when were you guys planning on going down for Christmas lunch?"
"What time is it now?" Fred asked.
"It is-" I paused, looking down at the watch on my wrist, "-twelve past twelve. The boys have already gone down but I thought I'd wait for you two to wake up."
"You didn't have to wait," George frowned.
"I don't mind," I shrugged, "so, you coming down?"
George raised an eyebrow, "Aren't you getting changed?"
"The boys went down in their pyjamas," I chuckled before slipping on my slippers and leaving the common room. I made my way down the stairs as quickly as I could, occasionally stumbling on the odd step, before I reached the ground floor. I raced towards the open Great Hall doors and took note of the very few students who stayed at Hogwarts for Christmas. They were all also in their pyjamas so that took a little pressure off of me. I scanned the hall for the bright red and jet black hair and saw them sat alone in the middle of the Gryffindor table. I hurried towards them and planted myself next Harry, opposite Ron.
"The twins just woke up," I told the boys as I tucked into a lovely Christmas ham.
"We were just talking about Nicholas Flamel," Ron informed me.
