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"Ava!" Hermione called her. Ava walked back to Hermione with her head down.
Ava's actual name was Alyssa Violet Andrews, but Ava for short. She was Harry Potter's cousin. Never heard of Janet Evans? She was a witch too. Ava was a tall girl standing at 5'8 with auburn hair, and since her mom was a metamorphmagus her eye color changes constantly.
Ava hated that her eye color changed. It gave away herself.
Another thing about Ava is that Harry doesn't approve of her love life. Every guy she's ever dated (and there was quite a lot) Harry would never approve. Ava had just turned nineteen and was ready to move out, and Harry definitely did not approve of that.
"I'm not a child 'Mione! Harry needs to learn to let me go. I will date other guys and I will have sex and he cant stop me" Ava retorted while crossing her arms.
"Well don't tell Harry that! He will blow things out of proportion" Hermione yelled.
"Things are already out of proportion! At least I'm still staying in London. What if I went to go to America?" Ava asked and Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Ava-" she started.
"Don't even try. Okay? Nothing you say or do will change my mind" Ava turned on her heel, "By the way, I'm leaving tonight."
Ava walked back to the house. She would have apparated, but she got sick very, very easily.
"Ava" Harry said sounding almost like her father. If she knew what her father sounded like.
"What do you want Harry?" she asked putting on the fakest smile she could force.
"Don't play innocent with me, Ava. I'm warning you Ava. Don't do this. You're only making situations worse" Harry warned.
"I'm nineteen, free, and I want to move out. That's my choice" she retorted.
"Stubborn isn't she" Ron asked.
"You have no idea" Harry replied.
"Ava, I agree with Harry. You shouldn't leave" Ron agreed.
"First of all, I don't care what anyone thinks" Ava said before running up the stairs.
"FRED, GEORGE! GET HER!" Harry yelled upstairs.
Ava came back down with both twins on her arms.
"Get off me" she demanded.
"Sorry love, don't think that's going to happen" Fred smiled.
"Don't act as if you don't enjoy it" George smirked and Ava glared.
"Guys, not helping" Harry sighed.
"Whats all the arguing about, eh?" Fred inquired.
"Ava wants to move out, and Harry, obviously wont let her" Ron explained.
"She's nineteen! We moved out when we were nineteen" George said mindlessly.
"See?" Ava rolled her eyes.
"Thanks" Harry might have had to get a mop to clean the sarcasm that dripped onto the floor.
The twins let Ava go and she huffed.
After a long argument, Ava was finished packing.
"Fred, could you help me with my bags, please?" she asked dragging her bag.
"Yes I can little one" he joked.
"Thanks" Ava said.