Elizabeth Ann McKinnon, known as Lizzie, is the daughter of Marlene McKinnon and an unknown father, and best friend to our one and only Harry Potter.
When she is left on the doorstep of the Dursley's house with little Harry, she is brought unwillingly into the house, and is put to work at the youngest age possible, living in the cupboard and cleaning up after Dudley.
When Hagrid comes to take them to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, they are in for a rough few years.
*All rights go to J.K. Rowling. Also please don't hate guys, this is a fanfiction, meaning it's going to be different from the actual story, also keep in Ming I'm 12, so cut me some slack.*
BOOK #3
He's like a storm-unpredictable and dangerous.
I knew he was a sick bastard when he smiled after I hit him the first time.
Annoying and obsessive, that's what he is.
I sensed it early on, but I didn't realize just how deep it ran until his obsession latched onto me.
Until I became the center of his world. Until he started flashing that smug, crooked smile my way.
But we can't... we're not supposed to be together.
We're polar opposites-existing in the same world, but never meant to collide.
Yet, he's ready to tear down everything for me.
But it's not that simple. My brothers are monsters. They'll kill him.
And still, he doesn't care.
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Glasses perched on his nose, calm and collected.
Exactly my type.
I knew he was meant to be mine the moment our eyes locked, that intense gaze pulling me in.
And I'll have him, no matter what it takes-by any means necessary, even if it costs me everything. I want to hold him in my arms, kiss him until neither of us can breathe.
But why is it so hard? Why does the world push back so fiercely when it comes to him and me?
I want him. And I will have him.