Chapter Three

Break

Lysandra sat beside her father, her quill flying over the parchment in perfect time with her father's. Her hands were stained with ink. She refused to use the feather quills she was issued for school when she was home. She knew her teachers would get at her but she preferred the Speedball pen her father had given her years ago. She had to change tips often, depending on the requirement of the essay in question and ink had colored her fingers like a Pollack painting.

A fiant noise caught her attention and she looked out through the window infront of her. Harry, his black hair as unruly as ever, was grinning and waving at her. She grinned back. She turned to her father. "Hey dad, I'm going outside for a bit, alright?"

He tossed her a smile and nodded. "You still want help with your Potions essay?"

She rose and tapped the parchment. "Finished. Read it over, please?"

He nodded again.

Lysandra rushed into the kitchen, intending to use that door, but stopped with her hand on the door knob. Harry would want to know where the ink had come from. She washed her hands, removing most of ink. A few smudges remained, but she could dismiss them easier than black finger tips.

"Hey!"

"Hey!"

"How was school?" She asked as she took their bikes from the garage. Three summers ago, Lysandra had worked a lemonade stand with Harry to help him pay for the used bike. Harry didn't know that Lysandra had also worked several babysitting gigs to help him along.

They mounted their bikes. "Good. Harder than school with you."

Lysandra grinned. "must be hard not to have someone to copy notes from."

Harry laughed as they pedaled down Privet Drive to where it intersected with Churchhill Lane. "No. I have another girl who is much better than you."

Ly gave a gasp of mock shock. "Some one better than me? Who is she? I'll have to bring swift justice."

Harry laughed again as they pedaled up Churchhill Lane. "Her name's Hermione Granger."

"Odd name that."

"You're one to talk, Lysandra."

She laughed in response. "What are your plans for the rest of break?"

He sighed. "Unfortunaetly my aunt and Uncle are having guests tonight."

She curled her lip in disgust. "Gross."

They biked in silence for a bit. "Where are we going?" Harry finally asked.

She threw him a wink. She pulled her bike up, spinning it around. "We're here."

Harry looked around. A street vendor, selling icecream was set up across the street.

Ly dragged him from his bike and took him across the street. "Hiya Ken!"

"Miss." He smiled down at her. He scooped ice cream on two cones even as Harry protested that he didn't have any money. Ly waved away his protests and paid Ken. He handed them their cones.

Ly handed Harry his. "Happy Birthday Harry." She whispered.

Harry looked at her. "I thought you'd forgotten."

She grinned. "Bloody hard when we were born on the same day."

"I still find that odd." Harry announced before digging in.

Ken, the street vendor, watched the pair trail off. He smiled. They couldn't see it, but they were so close in appearance as to be twins.

(A/N: Yeah, this plot keeps changing on me. I was gonna have Ginny and Ly be pen pals and fall in love, but now I'm leaning more toward a Ginny/Draco relationship. I don't know. Give me a holler if there are any particular ships you want.

To Tomsgirl2005- I don't know when they're gonna find out they're related. Not for a while yet I think.