The twins who lived

What if Harry James Potter had a twin sister?
Meet Lily Rose Potter, a hyper and happy eleven-year-old girl.
Follow Harry and Lily's adventure into the wizarding world!


4. Letters? And secrets.

Lily's POV:

The whole ride home, Dudley was talking about how the snake was squeezing him to death, when the snake just slithered away. 'Why do you lie so much Dudley?' I thought while he said once again.

"I think I should get more presents, because I almost died today Mum!" When I heard that, Harry and I rolled our eyes.


Once we got inside, Uncle Vernon was just so mad, that his face was purple!

"What is wrong with the both of you?! You could've hurt Dudley!" He yelled at us, while pushing us to our cupboard.

"We didn't do it!" Harry exclaimed, trying to save us.

"It disappeared on it's own!" I clamed.

"I-It was like magic!" We both told him, but he just pushed us into the cupboard, and slammed the door shut.

"No dinner!" He yelled at us, and walked away.

"I hate it here." Harry told me, and I looked at him with a smile.

"At least we have each other, and food-." He interrupted me.


"Yes sometimes, but it doesn't matter, things will get better, I know it." I told him, and he smiled a little, then went to sleep, and I soon followed.


 In the morning Harry and I were eating breakfast, we were lucky we got food, I think Vernon forgot about the zoo thing.

Aunt Petunia was putting Dudley's new school uniform in a tin full of something that smelt horrid! I'm surprised Harry and I could keep our food down.

Dudley was playing with some cane stick thing, that he gets to use at his new school.-Every once and a while hitting Harry and I on the head with it.-. We heard the post came and Uncle Vernon looked up from the paper.

"Dudley get the mail." He told him, but Dudley hit us both in the head with the cane.

"Make Harry and Lily do it!" He talked back, so Harry and I got up and went to get the post.

Once we got to the door, we saw the post on the floor, there was four letters, One for Petunia, one for Vernon, and one for me and Harry.

'Ms. L Potter

Cupboard under the stairs.

4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging Surrey.' It said in green ink, same for Harry, but it said 'Mr. H Potter.' instead of 'Ms. L Potter.' Harry was looking at his letter while walking back in the kitchen, but I was smart enough to hide the letter under my shirt.

When Harry walked in the kitchen, Dudley saw the letter in Harry's hands.

"Harry's got a letter!" He yelled, and Vernon snatched it from Harry's hand looking at it.

"Who would want to send you a letter?" He asked, then looked at the address, he had a look of pure terror on his face, and when Petunia looked at it, she had the same look.

Vernon grabbed me by my hair and pulled me to them.

"Did you get a letter like this?!" He roared in my face.

"No, I didn't get a letter like that!" I said, I wasn't lying though, MINE said Ms. L Potter, not Mr. H Potter, so I wasn't lying.

Vernon grabbed Harry by his hair too, and dragged us to our cupboard, shoved us inside, and locked the door.


Vernon didn't let us out of the cupboard for the rest of the day, I wanted to show Harry that I still had my letter, but I had to wait until everyone went to sleep, so we wouldn't get caught.

Once everyone but Harry and I were asleep I took the letter out from it's hiding place.

"You've still got your letter?!" Harry asked shocked, and I 'shh'ed him.

"Yes, our letters had the same color ink, so they probably say the same thing." I told him opening the letter.

Inside it said.



Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,
Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)
Dear Ms. Potter, We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July. Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall Deputy Headmistress.


"What's Hogwarts?" I asked, but Harry shrugged his shoulders.

"I don't think we should ask." He told me, and  I looked at his confused.

"Why not?" I asked.

"If they yelled because I got a letter, how do you think they would act if we opened yours, and you said you didn't get a letter." He told me and I nodded.

"Okay, I'm tired, I'm going to get some sleep, goodnight Harry." I told him laying down.

"Goodnight Lil." He said laying down himself, after turning off the light, I fell into a dreamless sleep.

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