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...
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Summer, you hated it but loved it. You had gotten plenty of letters from your friends, and of course Draco. You hadn't seen the blonde boy at all this summer, and you really missed him. Over the summer you had grown more, in certain areas. You where a lot grown, and it surprised you what few short months could do. You missed all your friends, and you even missed school.
You had also noticed that over the summer, your temper seemed to get worse and worse. But you onlt assumed it was due to the fact you where stuck here, and not with people who actually gave a damn about you.
Currently you lay on your stomach, on your bed a book in front of you. You where humming, everything was peaceful. That was till a knock sounded on your door, "It's open!" You said.
The door opened and you looked up seeing Harry "Hey, sorry. Aunt Marge is gonna be here soon, unfortunately."
You groaned, and closed the book "Great." You mumbled. You climbed out of bed and sighed, running a hand down your face. "I just wanna go back to school."
"Yeah me too, I'm surprised you haven't ripped anyone's throat out. Literally." Harry chuckled.
You smiled "Theres still time for that, let me change and I'll meet you downstairs." You said.
He nodded and left the room, you walked to your dresser and pulled out the black ripped jeans you stole from Kaydence. And a red baggy t-shirt, there was something about baggy clothing that you found comfortable. You quickly fixed your hair, making yourself at least presentable. You could hear some noise downstairs, meaning that the bitch from hell has arrived. You sighed and exited your room, heading downstairs.
"Oh, you're still here, are you?" Marge asked, "Where's that sister of yours?" She asked.
"Yes." Harry said.
Before he could say anything you stepped into veiw and crossed your arms, "That sister of his, is standing right here." You said.
"Don't say 'yes' in that ungrateful way. And don't you talk to me like that." She growled, she hands her dogs leash to Petunia. "Damn good of my brother to keep two you." She said. She looks to Vernon "They'd have been straight to an orphanage if they had been dumped on my doorstep, Vernon."
You bite the inside of your cheek, trying to hold in your anger. You looked to Harry, who looked equally as pissed as you. You clenched your fist, taking in a deep breath. Laughter is heard nearby. Hearing that, Aunt Marge looks delighted. She walks up to the couch, where the laughter has come from.
