Hey everyone! here are some things you should know before you read this: I made up Harriet a while ago as Harry's twin sister. She somehow got seperated from Harry after Voldemort attacked. I own nothing in this story exept Harriet and the Ghost Galleons. I did not make up the world in which they all live, that is the work of J.K. Rowling, bow to her greatness. bows to greatness. Ok have fun R/R!!

Part One
"If you make one more remark about my choice of career, I swear-"
"All I said was that I'm not one to try to free a species that's been working for humans for centuries! I've been saying it for years Hermione! They. Are. HAPPY!
Oh they're at it again Harriet Potter thought as she lay under the covers of her four poster bed listening to Ron and Hermione fight. Again. Oh well. She thought. They'll make up before lunch and be happy again like they are.
She sighed. She just didn't understand how a relationship could last when one minute you at each others throats and the next your kissing in the hallways. Just the thought of Ron and Hermione kissing made Harriet shiver. HOW they continued dating each other she'll never know.
She got up and looked around her dormitory. I'm sure going to miss this place. This was their last week as seventh years at Hogwarts. Harriet had only been here three years but to her it felt like eternity.
The shouting had stopped and when Harriet got to the common room she wasn't surprised to see Ron and Hermione sitting in a chair, their heads on each others shoulders.
"You disgust me," said Harriet as she grabbed her bag and left through the portrait hole. She hated seeing them together. When her and Ron were going out, they never fought, but nothing romantic ever seemed to happen. Even though it was over, she still felt she had a 'thing' for Ron.
She arrived in the Great Hall, sat down next to Harry and grabbed a muffin. There was one advantage of being Harry Potter's twin. Always someone to take your anger out on.
"Something wrong?" asked Harry as he went over his Arithmancy notes.
"No, nothing. Just fine, why do you ask?" said Harriet absently.
"Well," said Harry looking up. "You are breaking your muffin into little tiny pieces and throwing them on the table with what looks like no intention of eating them."
"Damn," said Harriet as she whipped out her wand. "Scourgify." and the table wiped itself clean. She threw down her wand and sparks flew leaving a black mark on the table. She crossed her arms and looked at Harry.
"It's just...I don't know, seeing them together, I-"
"You still like him don't you?"
Looking down Harriet nodded. Harry looked over to the Entrance where Ron and Hermione were walking in, fingers entwined.
"But you have to admit Harriet," said Harry watching the couple. "Ron does look, well, happier."
Harriet gave him a disgusted look.
"And to think I was in the womb with you!" And she threw the remains of the muffin at him and walked off.
Ron sat down with Hermione at his side. He watched Harriet sulk off.
"What's her problem?" he said helping himself to some sausages. "She's mental, that one! She comes downstairs this morning and what does she say? Not 'Hello' or 'Good Morning' but 'You disgust me'! How can she find Hermione and me so disgusting when me and her did the same thing when we were going out?" He stabbed his fork angrily into a sausage.
"I have to go to the library to finish a paper," piped up Hermione. "Ron? I'll meet you in the common room later."
"Sure, Hermione." Ron leaned in and kissed her on the cheek before she got up. Harry gave a snort of laughter into his cereal. Ron gave him a startled look.
"What?" said Ron.
"Nothing," said Harry wiping milk off of his face as he got up to leave. "See you at Quidditch practice."