A/N: The face-claim to Mikania Potter is Hailee Steinfeld.

"If ignorance is peace pretend,
We didn't say 'Never again' (never again)
And let forever belong to the dead."

Ice Nine Kills – The People Under the Stairs

Let it be said that Harry and I never really got along, even as children, despite us being twins.

In my opinion, it was because of the way Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon raised me. On the outside they treated me like a daughter they never had, giving me one present on my and Harry's birthday. It was more than Harry ever received, because he received rubbish. Despite the whole present thing, Dudley was the one who they lavished attention on the most, giving him lots of presents. Thirty-seven presents on his birthday!

I was sure that it had grown resentment on Harry's end. I was given new clothes, plenty of food to eat, and a present. It was a hell of a lot better than Harry. Of course I had been upset that Harry had to be moved into my room because the Dursleys were terrified that they were being watched. It didn't help the 'spoiled brat' view he thought of me.

In private, I was forced to get perfect marks, make myself appear as normal as possible, wear girly dresses that I loathed, get punished for strange occurrences that happened to me that I couldn't explain, look like I get along with Dudley who I loathed because he was worse of a spoiled brat than I was. However all of that was just when everyone's backs were turned. Now I can see why Harry hated me, but when I was younger, I didn't see it that way.

However, I treated him poorly because I was just jealous of the way Harry was treated. In my view, he wasn't paid attention to and he was allowed to do whatever he wanted while I couldn't do anything. I was just jealous of him.

Of course, I didn't know that he was been mistreated. He was made to live in a cupboard, got second-hand clothing from Dudley, and he was blamed for the accidental magic that I had done, which of course, just brewed the growing hatred towards me. We were just pitted against each other.

The uneven footing didn't help when I got sorted into Slytherin, a house that I didn't even want to go to.

"My, my, my, you are an interesting one. You are driven by knowledge I see. You're ambitious and determined to prove yourself. However, your envy won't do you any good in Ravenclaw. I think you'll do better in – SLYTHERIN!"

That was how I ended up in Slytherin. I was driven by knowledge, because it was a bloody magical world. How can I not want to learn as much as I can about it? It had been hidden from us for a decade! How can I not strive to achieve succeed in a magical world?

Anyway, it was established at Hogwarts on the very first day of school of our first year that we never really got along. It was a shock, when we had been sorted into different houses, the ones with the worst feuds known.

It was slowly discovered that we didn't get along, when we argued and fought with each other in the hall constantly.

Of course when it was revealed for all to see when Harry got a Nimbus Two Thousand and a position on the Quidditch team, I had been furious and jealous.

I had snapped, "Why do you always get this? Why do you always get everything handed to you?"

"Piss off, Envy," said Harry with a roll of his eyes. "It's not fair when the shoe is on the other foot, now is it?"

"Don't call me that!" I snarled back, "And when I have every had something handed to me?"

"If I counted everything out, we'll be here all day," replied Harry. "Just go away, Slytherin Scum."

I still can't believe that all I could say was, "You're a rightful Gryffindor Brat."

Malfoy had enjoyed our feud at first, since he and Harry never got along. However, when I rebuked Malfoy's friendship, it just made Malfoy hate us both.

It was one thing that me and Harry seemed to agree on, the fact that we both hated Malfoy.

I think people assumed that it was what had slowly made us bond, but what really made us bond was us trying to figure out what was hidden in Hogwarts. Hagrid had taken a package out of the vault at Gringotts that pushed our curiosity and us towards each other. I tried to help as much as I can. I still think Granger didn't like me very much, because of the way that I treated Harry. I know that Weasley thought lowly of me for being a Slytherin and having this bad relationship with Harry, which probably boggled his mind because twins are supposed to be close, like how Fred and George were, not whatever the hell we were.

It had been a shock when I had (nicely!) asked Harry to be my potions partner and Harry agreed, one day. And we lasted twenty minutes in each other's presence without an argument of some kind breaking out, like usual, when we did homework together.

Of course my jealousy nearly reared its unwelcomed head when he got our dad's invisibility cloak for Christmas while all I got was a heart-shape ruby necklace with a rose-gold chain that Mum had gotten to send me off to Hogwarts with, according to a note. I love it. I take it off when I go to bed and take a shower, but still…I wished I had something cool like an invisibility cloak.

I tried to shut down my envy towards Harry. I tried. I think it was working because I wasn't as bitter towards him anymore, and I think he was relieved with it. He even started calling me Mikki.

After the ordeal with Voldemort, I think it brought us closer together.

Of course whatever tentative friendship we had, had been strained, in our second year, when people called me the heiress of Slytherin because of course why not blame the Slytherin? I'm not a Parselmouth, but that didn't stop the rumours, even though Harry did speak Parselmouth, everyone overlooked him in favour of me. Of course some people said that we were working together because of Harry speaking Parseltongue, but that went overlooked, of course, since we never got along. Harry tried to defend me as much as he can.

What tested it was the fact that Harry and I couldn't agree on who the real heir might've been.

"I'm telling you, it's not Malfoy," I said.

"You're just saying that because you fancy him," accused Ron.

I made a disgusted sound, "No. I'm saying that because if he was the heir, he would be bragging about it, instead of letting everyone believe that it's me. The only thing that he hates more is a Potter taking credit for something he did. He loathes us as much as we loathe Aunt Marge."

"Well, do you have any idea who might be the heir?" asked Ron.

"Well, no…" I started.

"Can you ask around your common room and see what anyone might know?" asked Hermione. "I mean, you're in there, they might trust you."

"I can try," I said.

"Well, until then, do you mind telling us how to get into the Slytherin common room?" Harry asked.

I was confused, "For what?"

Hermione started, "Well, we were hoping to ask Malfoy some questions—"

I groaned, turned and stomped away. Yeah, it was childish, but when I had ever lied to them?

I got up a flight of stairs when I ran into Justin Finch-Fletchley. He looked at me, glared, and said, "Stay away from me."

"What makes you think that I'm the heir of Slytherin when I don't speak Paseltongue? Get your head out of your arse," I snapped at him. I was so not in the mood for this.

Stupid puberty.

"Not arguing, I hope," said Nearly Headless Nick, coming down the hallway.

There was a strange dragging sound. I glanced at Finch-Fletchley who seemed as confused as I felt. Nick turned to look behind him and then there was something huge in front of the three of us. Huge yellow eyes—

I was waking up months later in the infirmary.

The only reason why Harry had stopped being called the heir of Slytherin was because the other students assumed that he wouldn't Petrify me.

Of course it was a stupid reason, considering our history and all, but despite the verbal arguments we used to have, we never really physically or magically attacked each other.

Then there was our third year. Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon had gleefully signed my permission slip to go to Hogsmeade in front of Harry. I suspect that they knew we were getting along and decided to try and put a wedge between us again. They can't have their niece look like she was getting along with her delinquent brother, so that started a minor feud, which passed of course.

Then it jump-started again, because of the fact that Harry had a map to the entire castle and all of its secret passageways, because I had been jealous, of course, that's my main vice, but I tried to bury it. I just couldn't understand why he kept getting all of this stuff that I had to fight for. When I get detention, I don't have some answer handed to me, I had to fight for my spot to be a Chaser because stupid Malfoy had to be a Seeker. I had to pay for my own broom because Malfoy refused to give me a Nimbus 2001, because he was a spiteful little git who constantly calls every Muggleborn a Mudblood. I'm not insulting any Muggleborns, I'm just saying that's what he calls them. As a Slytherin, not even I approve of that crap.

I don't have the Marauder's Map and I don't have an invisibility cloak. I didn't even know that Remus was a werewolf (he was the greatest Defence teacher we ever had) and I didn't even know that Hermione had a Time Turner and that Harry and Hermione had freed Sirius. I was left out of that experience which kind of made me mad. To be honest, I tried everything that (well not everything) I could to make sure that Malfoy called off the execution of Buckbeak, but the little snot obviously didn't give a damn what I thought. Harry knew I tried, so he didn't hold it against me. Ron said that I could've tried harder. I still don't know what his problem is besides me being a Slytherin.

Yes, my jealousy towards Harry is unfounded, I'll admit it. I'm being over-dramatic, I get that.

Tell me something I never heard before.

Now let me just say that I don't hate Harry. On the contrary, I love him, despite how much he annoyed me, angered me, was a core part of my unfounded envy, and everything else that just pissed me off.

I don't want to be like this to him. It's my fault, I know that.

However, just because we don't get along doesn't mean that we don't love each other.

On the contrary, I reckon that I would even die for him if it comes down to that.

Family is family after all.