To Have A Twin--- A Harry Potter Fan Fiction

Chapter 21: Late Night Biscuits

Chapter 21: Late Night Biscuits

Harley paced back and forth in the common room. It was midnight. The only other person in the room was a 6th year reading by the far corner. He gave Harley a curt nod when she entered the common room but immediately got back to his book.

Will she come? Harley started to bite her nails as she sat. A shadow started to loom the entrance to the common room but before she could call out Hermione's name, Seth came in to view. Her shoulders slumped as she retreated her back further into the chair.

"Harley," Seth acknowledged as he walked across the room.

"Hi," she gave him a little wave.

"I'm going to the kitchen," Seth said before she could even ask, "I want to ask the house elves if they still have those biscuits from earlier. Do you want me to get you some?"

Harley shook her head no but thanked him anyway, her gaze returning to the dorm entrance of the common room. "I'd love some," the 6th year quipped from his corner and Seth nodded and left.

Fifteen minutes passed and no other student entered the common room. Harley should have brought a book with her. Just then she heard faint footsteps and stood up. The moment a curly head of hair was in her view, she ran straight to Hermione and gave her a hug. "I'm sorry," she immediately sputtered. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she repeated. Hermione froze for a second before she returned Harley's hug.

Harley let go of Hermione and tried to compose herself, repeating the words she's repeated in her head. "I'm sorry," she stated again. "I understand why you got so mad. You have every right to be mad. I don't want to lose being part of the wizarding world either and you shouldn't—"

Hermione shook her head, "It's okay," she lowers her voice when she saw the 6th year in the room, "I understand why you brought him here. You were right, if Dumbledore trusts that this is a good idea, then it is. I trust him," she pauses with a smile, "and I trust you. I trust you, Harry, and Ron. I always will."

"It was still awful for me to have lied about him," Harley pressed.

Hermione shrugged, "Yeah, yeah it was," she agreed and Harley's whole expression faltered. Hermione burst out laughing, "Don't worry, it's okay, I forgive you, okay?"

Harley nodded, "Okay," a smile returning to her face.

"So were there biscuits?" the 6th year quipped and the two girls turned around to see Seth back from the kitchen. He smiled as he held out a plate full of biscuits piled to a tall height, "The house elves were really nice."

Hermione and Harley snuck to Harry and Ron's room, both with a handkerchief full of biscuits. "Alohamora," Hermione whispered and the door unlocked itself. Harley first woke Ron up, and he immediately clutched his blanket as he sat up, "What the bloody—"

Harley shushed him and Hermione sat down on his bed and opened her bundle of biscuits as Harley woke her brother up and laid out her stash of biscuits as well.

"So you two finally made up," Harry observed as he sat with Harley, the pile of biscuits between them, "Where'd you get these?" he asked as he picked one and started eating.

"Seth went to the kitchen and the house elves made him bring back a huge plate of biscuits, he gave us some, and the 6th year who was in the common room with us," Hermione explained as she started munching on a biscuit as well.

"Jackson?" Ron clarified. "What was he doing in the kitchens late at night?"

The girls shrugged before they heard Neville groan, "Why are—are those biscuits?"

Harley patted Harry's bed and Neville sat next to her as she handed him a biscuit.

"Neville, why are you so loud?" Dean complained, covering his eyes with his arm.

"We've got biscuits," Neville said excitedly, "They're the ones from earlier!"

Dean got out of his bed, waking Seamus up too, and all the boys, Harley, and Hermione ended up sitting on the floor in a circle, sharing the biscuits.

"What was it like in the orphanage, Harley?" Dean asks as he took another biscuit.

"It was," Harley paused to find the right word, "all right, I suppose. You'd think we'd act like we're all brothers and sisters but honestly? Everyone was kinda... alone. Christmases were fun, though! Charities would come every year, so we always had gifts. One Christmas, we went to Madame Tussaud's in London."

"Who's Madame Tussaud?" Neville asked.

"It's this wax museum. They make really realistic wax statues of famous people in the muggle world," Hermione explained.

"It's so cool coz you get to see how famous look like in real life without really meeting the person. The Beatles, Freddie Mercury from Queen, and Michael Jackson, were my favourites," Harley added.

Ron looked confused. "They're muggle bands and singers," Harry supplemented.

"Ms. Madel loved this old dead artist, Elvis Presley. She almost fainted when she saw his wax statue. She used to have his songs on the record player all the time," Harley exasperated, "Ms. Madel was the "house mother," she took care of us enough. Not really a replacement mother, if I'm being honest. Not like the ones you see on the telly," she shrugs. "I'm just really glad I have a real brother now," she concludes, nudging Harry.

Ron snorts, "Try having five."

The whole circle laughed.

Harley looked around that circle with a huge smile and her heart tightened, this is what having a home feels like.