Devin sat in the Gryffindor common room later that night, away from the
chatter. Somehow, though, the students seemed to ignore her leave-me-alone
attitude and kept trying to make conversation with her. She just scowled
every time a kid asked a question, especially about her family.
Though it was annoying, she thought she could take it. Then, a familiar boy with green eyes and messy black hair came walking up to her. He looked shy, she noted. Sitting next to her, he threw her a smile. She scowled even fiercer. She would *not* make friends with Harry Potter.
"Hi Devin," he began. She groaned inwardly. The little fool was actually going to try to make conversation! "I'm Harry. Welcome to Gryffindor." She snorted, and turned her head the other way.
"I like your outfit." She chanced a look at him, and noticed the look in his eyes. He was actually flirting with her! Not very well, but flirting all the same. What a hoot… and rather disgusting at the same time. This was such hell.
"I take it Dumbledore hasn't talked to you since my arrival?" she snapped. He shook his head.
"Why? Should he have?"
"I should think so. Unless he plans for me to tell you…"
"Tell me what?"
Devin was almost sick. She couldn't believe she was actually *talking* to the bloody Boy Who Lived. Like he was really that special… Voldemort probably just messed up the curse. He was always such a failure.
"You have a sister, Potter." For some reason, Devin found joy in saying those words. Sure, she liked the idea of having a family, but this was *Harry Potter*! She watched as disbelief covered his face.
"What?" he asked weakly.
"I said you have a sister. A bloody twin sister, for Merlin's sake. Are you deaf?"
"And who is this twin sister, eh?" By this time, Harry's three cronies had come over, and heard the last comment. The red-haired one and his girlfriend raised their eyebrows, and the third gasped a bit. I laughed.
"Me." The third one, Hermione, opened her eyes wide, but Harry, Alex, and Ron stared at me in disbelief.
"Yeah, right. You just want attention." Ron smirked. Hermione grabbed Ron.
"Don't you think they look similar? Look at their hair. Look at her eyes – they're the same as Harry's!" Harry snorted.
"Can you guys stop bickering and leave us alone?" Harry and I snapped at the same moment. I shot the boy a dirty look.
"See?" Hermione pointed at us, but Alex shook her head.
"That doesn't mean anything, Hermione."
"Even so, it is true. Why would I lie about something like *this* anyway? It's not like I'm exactly thrilled or anything…" I mumbled, just loud enough so they could all hear me. I was wrong; this was worse then hell. Maybe the seventh layer, or something, or the 9th gate. . . or heaven. Yeah, this was definitely heaven, with all the goody-two shoes around.
At that moment, Harry stood up. "You can all bicker as much as you want, but I'm going to find the truth. I'll go to Dumbledore!" Harry grabbed my arm, and pulled me all the way to Dumbledore's office.
* * *
"I can't believe this!" Harry shouted for the third time. This had to be a joke. He couldn't have a sister; and if he could, it definitely could NOT be Devin!
"Harry, please! I would think you'd be happy to have family, true family, now. And you, Miss Potter."
"Don't call me that." Devin shot quietly from the shadows of the room. Harry shook his head.
"How, Professor? I mean, why did no one know about it? About . . . about her?"
Devin snickered. "Harry, the day we were born, some other little girl was born too. But that little girl was killed, and my father's wife didn't have the heart to tell the old man that his baby girl was dead. In fact, she didn't tell anyone. She was a Death Eater, so it was easy for her to hide it. But she wanted a baby, so she took me. I suppose I resembled her kid. But Voldemort killed her that night, for some reason or another, and Michael – my father – never knew I wasn't his kid until about a year later. The hospital figured out the mistake, but by then Lily and James were dead, so I just stayed with Michael." Devin answered, coming out from the shadows.
"But why didn't my parents report that their daughter was missing?"
"Well Harry, we thought it had something to do with Voldemort, so we didn't mention it. We just tried to find her, but we never did. And soon after, Voldemort came for your parents." Dumbledore finished. Harry noticed his eyes were extremely misty. *It must hurt for him to talk about Mom and Dad* Harry thought.
"Ok, so I have a sister. Now what?"
Devin laughed. "Now what? Now, Potter, they expect us to become all buddy- buddy and make this fifteen-year bond show up out of thin air and pronounce we love each other, and cling to each other until we die of old age or Voldemort gets us, whichever happens first. Hopefully it's the latter, because I can't spend my entire life like that!" Harry scowled. He hardly wanted that, either.
"No one expects you to take to each other right away. However, try, alright?" Dumbledore nodded Harry and Devin out of his office. "Please try!" he called as they walked out the door. When it had closed, he mumbled, "The future of the world depends on it . . ."
Harry and Devin, not hearing the headmaster's last words, walked back to Gryffindor Tower, bickering the entire way.
Though it was annoying, she thought she could take it. Then, a familiar boy with green eyes and messy black hair came walking up to her. He looked shy, she noted. Sitting next to her, he threw her a smile. She scowled even fiercer. She would *not* make friends with Harry Potter.
"Hi Devin," he began. She groaned inwardly. The little fool was actually going to try to make conversation! "I'm Harry. Welcome to Gryffindor." She snorted, and turned her head the other way.
"I like your outfit." She chanced a look at him, and noticed the look in his eyes. He was actually flirting with her! Not very well, but flirting all the same. What a hoot… and rather disgusting at the same time. This was such hell.
"I take it Dumbledore hasn't talked to you since my arrival?" she snapped. He shook his head.
"Why? Should he have?"
"I should think so. Unless he plans for me to tell you…"
"Tell me what?"
Devin was almost sick. She couldn't believe she was actually *talking* to the bloody Boy Who Lived. Like he was really that special… Voldemort probably just messed up the curse. He was always such a failure.
"You have a sister, Potter." For some reason, Devin found joy in saying those words. Sure, she liked the idea of having a family, but this was *Harry Potter*! She watched as disbelief covered his face.
"What?" he asked weakly.
"I said you have a sister. A bloody twin sister, for Merlin's sake. Are you deaf?"
"And who is this twin sister, eh?" By this time, Harry's three cronies had come over, and heard the last comment. The red-haired one and his girlfriend raised their eyebrows, and the third gasped a bit. I laughed.
"Me." The third one, Hermione, opened her eyes wide, but Harry, Alex, and Ron stared at me in disbelief.
"Yeah, right. You just want attention." Ron smirked. Hermione grabbed Ron.
"Don't you think they look similar? Look at their hair. Look at her eyes – they're the same as Harry's!" Harry snorted.
"Can you guys stop bickering and leave us alone?" Harry and I snapped at the same moment. I shot the boy a dirty look.
"See?" Hermione pointed at us, but Alex shook her head.
"That doesn't mean anything, Hermione."
"Even so, it is true. Why would I lie about something like *this* anyway? It's not like I'm exactly thrilled or anything…" I mumbled, just loud enough so they could all hear me. I was wrong; this was worse then hell. Maybe the seventh layer, or something, or the 9th gate. . . or heaven. Yeah, this was definitely heaven, with all the goody-two shoes around.
At that moment, Harry stood up. "You can all bicker as much as you want, but I'm going to find the truth. I'll go to Dumbledore!" Harry grabbed my arm, and pulled me all the way to Dumbledore's office.
* * *
"I can't believe this!" Harry shouted for the third time. This had to be a joke. He couldn't have a sister; and if he could, it definitely could NOT be Devin!
"Harry, please! I would think you'd be happy to have family, true family, now. And you, Miss Potter."
"Don't call me that." Devin shot quietly from the shadows of the room. Harry shook his head.
"How, Professor? I mean, why did no one know about it? About . . . about her?"
Devin snickered. "Harry, the day we were born, some other little girl was born too. But that little girl was killed, and my father's wife didn't have the heart to tell the old man that his baby girl was dead. In fact, she didn't tell anyone. She was a Death Eater, so it was easy for her to hide it. But she wanted a baby, so she took me. I suppose I resembled her kid. But Voldemort killed her that night, for some reason or another, and Michael – my father – never knew I wasn't his kid until about a year later. The hospital figured out the mistake, but by then Lily and James were dead, so I just stayed with Michael." Devin answered, coming out from the shadows.
"But why didn't my parents report that their daughter was missing?"
"Well Harry, we thought it had something to do with Voldemort, so we didn't mention it. We just tried to find her, but we never did. And soon after, Voldemort came for your parents." Dumbledore finished. Harry noticed his eyes were extremely misty. *It must hurt for him to talk about Mom and Dad* Harry thought.
"Ok, so I have a sister. Now what?"
Devin laughed. "Now what? Now, Potter, they expect us to become all buddy- buddy and make this fifteen-year bond show up out of thin air and pronounce we love each other, and cling to each other until we die of old age or Voldemort gets us, whichever happens first. Hopefully it's the latter, because I can't spend my entire life like that!" Harry scowled. He hardly wanted that, either.
"No one expects you to take to each other right away. However, try, alright?" Dumbledore nodded Harry and Devin out of his office. "Please try!" he called as they walked out the door. When it had closed, he mumbled, "The future of the world depends on it . . ."
Harry and Devin, not hearing the headmaster's last words, walked back to Gryffindor Tower, bickering the entire way.