Double Trouble

Sweet and quiet Harry and sassy and rambunctious Emily Potter have lived their lives with Sirius Black and Remus Lupin ever since their parents, James and Lily, were killed by Voldemort on October 31, 1981. Now, ten years and a few months later, the twins are getting ready for their first year at Hogwarts. But everything is not what it seems.

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8. Hogwarts Boys are Idiots

Mackenzie sat at the Slytherin table, her head on Draco's shoulder, fast asleep. She'd stayed up extremely late the night before, writing to Sirius and Remus about the Serpents' Secrets, and the attack of the moutain troll. Then she'd written all about it in the Serpents' Secrets, and then she'd had to finish homework. Put all this together, and Mackenzie had gotten about an hour of sleep the night before. Needless to say, she was exhausted, and had thus fallen asleep on top of her friends during breakfast. After being pushed off of both Daphne's and Blaise's shoulders, Draco had finally rolled his eyes and allowed her to remain there. 

Daphne nudged Mackenzie awake. When Mackenzie turned to glare at her, Daphne simply nodded towards Harry, heading towards them. Mackenzie straightened up and, just to find something for her hands to do, carefully selected a piece of toast and began buttering it. 

"Hello, brother dearest." she said, a hint of what could have been sarcasm at the edge of her voice. "To what do I owe this pleasure?" 

"I heard about last night," Harry said. "Are you alright?" 

"I'm simply divine, brother, simply divine." she said, speading ample amounts of jelly onto her toast. "After all, Daphne, Blaise, and Draco arrived just in time to prevent the troll from smushing me into paste. But no harm done, no harm done. I am alive and as well as one could be when one has a backstabbing traitor as their brother."

Harry looked like she'd slapped him. "Listen, Kenzie, about what I said, I-"

"No need to explain, oh great Boy-Who-Lived." Mackenzie said. "I know perfectly well that Moony and Padfoot hate me. I am well aware of the fact that I annoy all of you, and that everything you and Ron said is true. Yes I am a nightmare. Yes it is a miracle that I have any friends. Yes I am even worse at home, and I am truly sorry that you have to live with me. There. Now that you know you're one hundred percent correct, are you capable of returning to your own house and friends and leaving me and mine well alone? People will get suspicious if they see the famous Harry Potter talking to the nightmarish, freaky, nobody-girl Mackenzie, who just so happens to share his last name." 

Harry fidgeted slightly. "Kenzie, you're not listening. I'm trying to-"

Draco stood up. "I do believe she asked you to leave." 

Harry rounded on Malfoy. "I wasn't talking to you, Malfoy. Go snivel to your precious Death Eater parents, why don't you?" 

"That's low!" Mackenzie stood up sharply, too. "That's way too low, and you know it!"

Draco didn't even twitch. "Big words from a short little boy. Care to prove them?" 

"Absolutely!" Harry pulled out his wand, but Draco snorted. 

"Not here, you moron." he sneered. "In the trophy room. Midnight. Unless you're too scared to leave your snug little bed that late?" 

"Not at all." Harry said, glaring at him. "Ron's my second, who's yours?" 

Draco glanced at Mackenzie, Blaise, and Daphne. "Kenzie."

Harry made a sudden movement with his arm, as though longing to take his wand and plunge it straight up Draco's nose. Draco, however, simply smirked. 

"Do you have a problem with that?" he asked, suddenly adopting a smooth, sweet voice. "I mean, if you're afraid to face off against the best in our year..." 

"Shove off, Malfoy." Harry was glaring daggers at Draco. "See you at midnight." 

"Looking forward to it." Draco said sarcastically. 

With one final glare, Harry stalked back to the Gryffindor table. 

"Why on earth would you do that?" Makckenzie cried. "I don't want to duel him!" 

"You're not going to duel him." Draco said, biting into an apple. 

"What do you mean?" Mackenzie asked. "You just challenged him to a duel!" 

"Yes, and I'm going to alert a teacher to the fact that I heard that Potter and his friends were planning on sneaking out tonight." Draco said smoothly. "You won't have to do anything at all." 

Mackenzie stared at him. So did Blaise and Daphne.

"Wow, Draco." Blaise finally said. "That's very... Slytherin of you." 

Mackenzie rolled her eyes, turning back to her toast. "Boys are idiots." she decided, taking a bite. 

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Harry's P.O.V.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat up in the Gryffindor common room, waiting for the last person to leave. Fred, George, and Lee seemed to sit up for hours, seemingly having something bordering on an argument in the corner. Finally, however, they stood and, after giving the trio a rather strange look, headed off to bed. 

Sill they waited, as it was only eleven o'clock. Harry was writing a letter. A very long letter. 

"Who're you writing a novel to?" Ron asked, trying to peer at the bottom of the parchment. 

Harry shifted it so Ron couldn't see. "Moony and Padfoot." 

"Why is it so long?" Ron asked. "Normally your letters to them are, like, a paragraph. Sometimes not even that." 

"Yeah, well, I thought I should go into detail about why Mackenzie may or may not think that they hate her." Harry sighed. "I can't believe I said all those stupid things about her! I mean, yeah, she can be annoying, but I should have left Moony and Padfoot out of it. Now, she hates me and them. Plus, because of what we said, she cried in that bathroom all day. Literally. We left class, she ran to the bathroom, and didn't come out until after the troll. Oh, right, that reminds me. I better tell them that because of me, Mackenzie nearly died." 

"The troll was not your fault, Harry." Hermione said, trying to sound reasonable. 

"No, but it was my fault she was in that bathroom with it." Harry argued. He seemed determined to be in a bad mood. "She's my sister, and I was talking crap about her behind her back. We were best friends before. Now she won't even talk to me." 

"People grow apart, Harry." Hermione said, sliding slightly closer to him on the couch and laying a hand on his shoulder. "Especially when they've lived together their whole lives, and have suddenly been placed in very different Houses, who happen to have a rivalry, with very different friends, who also happen to have a rivalry. With all the House-rivalry at Hogwarts, with the House Cup and Quidditch and trying to outdo each other in classes, it's a wonder anyone speaks to anyone in other Houses at all." 

"But your twin is different." Harry objected. "What about the Patil twins? Parvati's in Gryffindor, but Padma's in Ravenclaw, and they're still best friends. And if Fred and George were in separate Houses, they'd still be best friends. They wouldn't talk crap behind each other's backs. And even if they did take the House-rivalry to an extreme, being identical could have perks if they were in separate Houses, they'd still love each other. And I've ruined mine and Kenzie's relationship because she outdid me in a stupid class?" 

"She's a girl heading into her teenage years, Harry." Hermione rolled her eyes. "She was already very competitive, rebellious, sassy, sarcastic, and outspoken. Now she's stuck dealing with teenage hormones. She's going to get even more of all I said before, adding in some pettiness, at least. At some point she'll listen to you apologise. She'll miss the brotherly relationship that came in your friendship that she can't get anywhere else. She'll come around." 

Harry shrugged, sighing. "Still. Moony and Padfoot had better know. If for no other reason than I wish someone would just chew me out instead of either ignoring me or trying to make me feel better about it." 

"Look, this was a fantastic, touching conversation, but we'd better go." Ron butted in. "We're going to be late." 

Murmuring agreement, Harry and Hermione stood, and the trio left the common room. Carefully, terrified of running into a teacher, or worse, Filch, they crept around corners and tiptoed down corridors. Finally, they reached the trophy room. Entering, they waited. 

Midnight came and went. Quarter past. Half past. 

At 12:45, Ron impatiently poked Harry. 

"They're not coming." he whispered. "We should just go." 

Harry glanced at his watch, before nodding. "Yeah. Come on, 'Mione." 

Just as they pulled the door open, they heard Filch's wheezing voice. 

"Come along, my sweet." he whispered. "They may be hiding somewhere. We know they're here." 

Stricken, the trio slipped out the door and stole silently down corridor after corridor. Although it sometimes grew quieter, Filch's voice never faded entirely. 

When Filch grew dangerously near, Harry gestured at a door. Silently, the trio slipped through it and pressed their ears to the door, listening as Filch approached, paused outside the door, and continued on his way. Breathing a sigh of relief, they turned... 

And stopped short. 

Standing before them, taking up an entire corridor, was a huge, three-headed dog. It appeared to have only just stood, still appearing groggy and sleepy, but it's senses were quickly returning, a  fact underlined by the ominous growls growing in strength. 

"This is the third-floor!" Hermione breathed. 

"Run!" Ron urged. 

Whipping around, the trio yanked open the door and sprinted down even more corridors, not caring about noise anymore, until they finally arrived back in their common room. 

"What do they think they're doing?" Ron raged. "Keeping a thing like that locked up in a school!" 

"It's mad!" Harry agreed. 

"Honestly, do either of you two use your eyes?" Hermione scoffed. "Didn't you see what it was standing on?" 

"Yes, Hermione, because I spent that whole time looking at it's feet." Ron said sarcastically. "I apologise if I'm not as observant as you are, but I was a bit preoccupied with it's three heads."

"Well, for your information, it was standing on a trap door." Hermione said, rolling her eyes. "Which means it's not there by accident. It's there on purpose."

Harry and Ron looked at each other. 

"What could it be guarding?" Harry finally asked. 

Hermione rolled her eyes again. "Don't you remember our second day? Hearing those teachers whispering about the Philosopher's Stone? We read up on it. That's what it's guarding. It was nearly stolen in Gringott's, so it was brought here, to be kept safe my Dumbledore, the teachers, and apparently, a Cerberus."

Harry and Ron looked at each other again. Hermione sighed. 

"Well, not that this wasn't the best time of my life, but if you two don't mind, I'm going to bed,  before either of you come up with another clever idea to get us killed. Or worse, expelled."

As she started up the staircase, she heard Ron mutter to Harry. 

"She needs to sort out her priorities." 

In turn, she sighed again, and muttered to herself, "Boys are such idiots." 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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