Here it is! The fourth instalment of Sister Who Lived. For those who have been reading the series welcome back and thank you for reading. For others welcome to the series. It may not be essential to read the other three stories in the series but all of the OCs and mentions of previous plot will make a lot more sense if you do.
Also before you go on, I'm going to post a chapter of this every Friday. I've already got a bit of a headstart on the other chapters so hopefully I'll never be more than a week in updating. For people who haven't read my stories before, I'd just like to say that I am in my first year of college, I have a job and social life and unfortunately, even if my best friend disagrees, they are always my first priority.
Thank you and enjoy!
Chapter One- Sway Sway Baby
Grace Potter rolled over in her tiny, hard bed in the Dursleys house, desperately trying to deny the fact that it was morning. She wished she could just stay in bed forever, no matter how uncomfortable it was, just to avoid her uncle, aunt and cousin. Unfortunately Aunt Petunia would be at her door in less than an hour to demand she get up and start her chores.
Finally accepting her fate, she sat up in bed, only to whack her head against the low lying shelf directly above her. Grace groaned and grappled around in the dark for the switch to her lamp. Rubbing her head, she glared at the offending wood. After fourteen years you would have thought she would get used to sleeping in the cramped laundry but she still managed to hurt her head most mornings.
Grace sighed and wondered where in the world Fred and George were. George had told her that she would be coming to their house over the summer and yet there had been barely any word for over a month. Now there was only two weeks left of summer and she was getting anxious. They didn't expect her to stay here at this hell hole for their whole vacation. Did they?
In all honesty the summer hadn't been as bad as it could have been. As soon as they were off the train, Grace and her younger brother Harry had told Uncle Vernon all about their new-found godfathers. It was only last year that they found out they had godparents. Grace's godfather, Remus Lupin was their old Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher and a werewolf. Harry's was wrongly accused criminal, Sirius Black. Grace wasn't entirely sure which godfather their aunt and uncle were more afraid of. It didn't matter to her though; either way she still had her trunk full of school books and quills and clothes and every other thing she normally had to live without.
Glancing over at the digital clock hanging lopsidedly above her bed, Grace realised she still had half an hour until Aunt Petunia called for breakfast. She made her decision quickly and tugged the parchment and quill out of her trunk. Leaning on her History of Magic textbook to write and delicately balancing the pot of ink between her feet she began to write.
Fred and George,
It has been a whole two weeks since I received a letter from you. Hannah, Lara, Trina, Miranda, Ciara and Jesse have all written and some of them don't own owls. Hell, even Lee wrote me about how great the Quidditch World Cup will be! What I'm trying to say is that I miss my favourite identical boys and where the bloody hell are you?
I swear you told me Harry and I could come and stay over the holidays, George. In fact, you more or less ordered us to come. Yet, there's only two weeks left and I have had no mention of such a stay. I'm going crazy here. I need your mother's food. You know Dudley's school thinks he's getting fat (which he already was) so Aunt Petunia is putting us all on a diet? All I've had to live off is the leftovers of Harry's birthday cake that your mum sent. I'm getting desperate here boys!
Please, please, please tell me what's going on. I was actually looking forward to the Quidditch World Cup. And to see your gorgeous faces.
Love always,
Grace Potter
Satisfied that she had reprimanded the twins enough, Grace folded the parchment and sealed it, writing only their names on the front. Hedwig would know where to go. She threw on a dress, tossing her pyjamas to the side and headed out her door, tiptoeing over to Harry's room to ask permission to use Hedwig.
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