"Professor Dumbledore!Why do I have to go alone?" The eleven year old argued. "Because, Lacy, he is your brother, therefore, your responsibility. I will pay the fare for the train ride there and back. Trust me, child." Lacy sighed and nodded, looking up with her bright emerald eyes. "I trust you, but if i'm going to be away for two weeks, I should probably begin packing." Dumbledore nodded and smoothed down her hair before she left.
Lacy walked up the drive to Number 4 Privet Drive and shot a glance over her shoulder, as if Dumbledore would appear there, walking up with her. She took a breath and slowly brought her hand up and rapped on the door. She waited a few moments before a blond, chubby boy opened the door. She smiled warmly at him before speaking.
"Hello! May I speak to Mr. Dursley, please?" He groaned, shutting the door, only for it to be opened a minute later buy an adult version of the boy. "Yes?" Lacy kept her smile on while talking, "Hello. I wouldn't like to be rude, but may I come in?" He sighed and opened the door wider, an open gesture to enter. She smirked to herself, knowing well enough the effect she had on people.
"This is a lovely home, Mrs. Dursley," Lacy complimented. Mrs. Dursley chuckled and stammered, trying to find what to say. Lacy andered into the kitchen, where she saw a skinny boy cooking dinner over the stove. He didn't look her way, not even knowing she was there. "Harry," Lacy gasped, before she could stop herself. The boy glanced at her, his brow pulled together, wondering how in the world the girl knew his name.
"Girl, what is your name?" Mr. Dursley huffed. Lacy whipped her head around and smiled again. "Oh, I'm sorry. How stupid of me! I'm Lacy, Lacy Potter," her smile quickly faded and turned to a smirk as Mr. and Mrs. Dursley got very excited. "Well hello there," Mr. Dursley stated, shaking her hand. "I'm Vernon, and this is my wife Petunia." Petunia chortled as she introduced their son, Dudley.
After a chat, Harry walked in, announcing dinner. Petunia shooed him away, while addressing Lacy at the same time, "Lacy, dear, would you like to join us for supper?" Lacy accepted, her plan already going well.
During dinner, Lacy kept offering the adults more wine, knowing they would accept, due to the spell that Dumbledore had put on her. The adults eventually passed out from their drunk state, and Dudley due to being stuffed. Lacy gathered her dishes and entered the kitchen. Harry looked on as she washed her dishes. "How do you know my name?" he asked her. "I'm your sister. You don't know about me because they were lying to you." She jerked her head in the direction of the passed out Dursleys'.
He nodded. Lacy glanced over at the table, making sure everyone was still asleep before grabbing Harry's wrist and running out the door. "LACY!"
A/N My first FanFic! Do you like it? I know, it's short, but next will be longer, promise!
~Mady
