Third of August, 2016

Myths and Legends #3 task one

Write about a character and an OC twin.

WARNING: Depressing themes, suicide

Word Count: 821

Summary: She's brought back to her first few weeks at Hogwarts.

My Twin Brother

"It's our first day today, James!" Elizabeth exclaimed, bursting into her twin brother's bedroom.

Turning over in his bed, James let out a low groan, his arm going over his ear in an attempt to block out his sister. "If you don't get up in three seconds, I'm going to jump on you."

James didn't reply. Instead, he used his remaining arm to pull up his blanket, a lazy smile gracing his face. He was probably dreaming about ice-cream again. Weird boy.

"Three." Elizabeth took a step closer to his bed, smiling maliciously.

"Two." She bent her knees, wincing as they cracked.

"One!" She leapt onto his bed.

He let out a moan. "Get off me, fatty," he said, reaching out his arms to push his sister.

She rolled off of his bed, landing on the carpet in a heap. "Time to get up, Sleepyhead! Today we're going to Hogwarts!"

"Gryffindor… Wait, today?"

"Yes, silly! Today, we're going to Hogwarts!"

Elizabeth was slightly nervous. Throughout the train journey, James had preferred to speak with this stuck-up pureblood over herself, and even though they were twins, he hardly said a word to her. She glanced over to where he stood, laughing loudly and disrupting the whole ceremony. She sighed; she knew she was loved, but it felt like she was already losing her brother.

"Black, Sirius."

Ah, the stuck-up pureblood. He practically strutted over to the hat, winking at her brother as he went. The hat sat on his head for a while. Please be Slytherin. Anything but Gryffindor. I don't want to lose my brother completely. Please…

"Gryffindor!"

I tried…

"Yes!" She heard her brother whisper.

The Sorting was so slow. There were so many people that it made her head hurt! Finally, her name was called.

"Potter, Elizabeth."

"Good luck, Lizzy. Please be in Gryffindor," her brother said from behind her.

Knees trembling, she made her way up. She sat down on the stool, her arms shaking as McGonagall placed the hat on her head.

"Another Potter, eh? I haven't seen one of you in a while."

My brother is next.

"Two in one year?"

Yeah, we're twins. Do you usually have conversations with people whilst sorting them?

"No."

Okay. I would like to be in Gryffindor, if that's okay?

"It's not."

Oh. Why not?

"You don't belong in Gryffindor. You belong somewhere else, like Ravenclaw or Slytherin."

Not Slytherin!

"Are you sure?"

Of course I'm sure! Have you heard of a Potter in Slytherin? I would rather be in Ravenclaw, thanks.

"So it will be. Better be Ravenclaw!"

Elizabeth took a deep breath in, trying to ignore her brother's betrayed look. She would apologise later. Now, though, she had to meet her new housemates.

Two weeks had passed. Elizabeth had made friends with the quiet girl in her dorm, who was called Dorcas. James still wasn't talking to her.

She didn't understand what his problem was. So what if she was sorted into a different house to him? He had already made three new friends in his house—and one enemy, who Elizabeth felt sorry for—so he didn't need her holding his hand anymore. They were growing up, they had to split up at one point.

One more week of James ignoring her left Elizabeth skipping Charms—the only lesson that the Ravenclaw's had with the Gryffindor's. She got in deep trouble with her Head of House the next day, but she found herself not caring. She didn't like Charms anyway, she found it dreadfully boring and she could be spending that time doing something better instead, like researching Potions or making Potions.

She missed her brother.

Why was he ignoring her? Why? Why?

She hadn't done anything wrong…

Halloween. She hated Halloween.

Every Halloween, she was reminded of another bad memory of James. This Halloween was her first few weeks at Hogwarts. Last Halloween was when he forced her to prank Severus Snape. The Halloween before, though, was the year he died.

She missed her brother.

Her best friend, Dorcas, was dead. She was alone.

She knew she couldn't trust Sirius Black.

He was a traitor. A stuck-up pureblood like the rest. Obsessed with blood purity. He killed all of his friends.

She sat on the edge of the bathtub. Her brother. Her innocent brother. He was dead.

Dead.

Dumbledore said she was too unstable to look after her nephew. She was not unstable! She was perfectly fine!

Of course, Dumbledore knows best. He's so smart. Letting a Death Eater teach in a school. A Death Eater who, if the rumors are correct, verbally abuses his students. Ha! Dumbledore's the most intelligent wizard in the world!

She felt herself slip away as the knife pressed deeper into her wrist. She dragged it along the vein slowly, watching as the skin broke apart and blood poured out. I will be with you soon, my brother. I will be with you soon.

Didn't mean to end this way, oops…

~Buttercat