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...
"Couldn't have said it better myself, so get your bitch arms off my man"
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You and Harry entered a room, and your eyes beamed at who you saw. "Hedwig." Harry said.
"Midnight." You beamed, you had sent her off yesterday ago to drop something off to Kaydence. But she hadn't made it back, you completely forgotten she had gone.
"Right smart bird you got there, Mr. Potter and Ms. Potter. They arrived here just five minutes before yourselves." The hunched man said.
Suddenly someone cleared their throat, you looked over seeing a man. You instantly recognized him as Cornelius Fudge, Minister of Magic. Ron had told you about how he had taken Hagrid, to Azkaban prison last year.
"As Minister for Magic, it is my duty to inform you, Mr. Potter and Ms. Potter... earlier this evening your uncle's sister was located... a little south of Sheffield, circling a chimney stack." Fudge said.
You and Harry where shoved forward by the hunched man, and the both of you sat down on a chair side by side.
"The Accidental Magic Reversal Department was dispatched immediately. She has been properly punctured and her memory modified." Fudge ranted.
The hunched man held out two slices of bread for you and Harry, which you both declined. He then held up a bowl of walnuts, and you both once again shook your heads.
"She will have no recollection of the incident whatsoever. So that's that... and no harm done." Fudge said, walking over to the two of you. "Pea soup?" Fudge asked.
"No, thank you." You and Harry answered, simultaneously.
"Minister?" Harry asked.
"Yes?" "I don't understand." Harry said.
"Understand?" Fudge questioned.
"What my brother means is, we broke the law. Underage wizards can't use magic at home." You said, "So why aren't we in trouble?"
"Come now. The Ministry doesn't send people to Azkaban... for blowing up their aunts." Fudge said.
The man with the hunched back, broke into what sounded like a honking laughter. Fudge glared at him, whiched caused him to instantly shut up and look down. You frowned and crossed you arms, slightly glaring ar the man in front of you.
"On the other hand, running away like that, given the state of things... was very, very irresponsible." Fudge said, sitting down across from you and Harry.
