Chap.4, Sisters

Author's Note: SlytherinSakkey here. Yeah, so I don't think my story is quite popular, but I try. Enjoy this chapter!

Disclaimer: No, I'm not J.K. Rowling.


My dreams were haunted with visions of my screaming parents and a figure, holding his wand and laughing evilly at my parents' torture.

I woke up, sweating and panting in the middle of the night. I sighed and pulled the covers over myself, trying to go back to sleep. Shutting my eyes, I hoped with all my might that I didn't have another nightmare.

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"Erm-hello? Please wake up." I groaned as light flooded my vision. "Oh, um...hello. Good morning," came a girl's voice.

Slowly, I sat up. "Uh, who are you?" I asked sleepily, rubbing my eyes to get a good look at the girl. She had quite fair skin, large doe brown eyes, and caramel-colored bushy hair. The girl smiled at me, which exposed two large buck teeth, which in my opinion, made her look adorable.

"I'm Hermione. What's your name?" she asked me. "I'm Terra." "Nice to meet you. Now, erm, Mom is calling us down for breakfast," Hermione told me. I nodded," Okay, let me just get ready. I'll be done in ten minutes." "Alright then," Hermione said cheerily. "See you down there." "See ya," I answered.

Hermione exited the room. I sighed, then stood up to look at myself in the vanity mirror. My eyes were sunken, from my minimal amount of sleep. My shoulder-length hair looked like a bird's nest. The clothes I was wearing yesterday were now wrinkled and disheveled. My eyes were red, because I was crying when I woke up in the middle of the night.


After I had brushed my teeth and put on fresh clothes, baggy jeans, and a new t-shirt that was covered by a black sweatshirt, I headed downstairs.

The house was smaller than my old house, but I still liked it. It was nice and cozy, with a friendly atmosphere. As I walked down the stairs, I noticed pictures on the wall. My heart panged as I saw Hermione and Arnold with another woman, presumably , laughing in the woods, melted chocolate smeared on their faces.

I continued down the stairs, shaking the thoughts of my parents out of my head. Finally, I arrived in the kitchen. The smell of food wafted into my nose, making my stomach grumble. I hadn't eaten dinner last night.

"Oh, good morning Terra," said Arnold, smiling at me with his coffee raised to his lips.

"Hello dear," an excited voice greeted me. I turned to find a tall woman standing there, with a huge grin on her face. Her hair was the same caramel color as Hermione's.

"Um, hi," I said. "I'm Jean. Oh, I'm so excited to have you here Terra! Hermione has always wanted a sister," the woman gushed. Jean rushed over and gave me a hug.

I stiffened and patted her back. Only my family hugged me. My old one, anyways.

"Mom let her go. I think she's suffocating," Hermione said.

Jean blushed and let go quickly. "Oh of course. Terra, why don't you sit down at the table and I'll fix you and 'Mione up some breakfast." I nodded and sat down next to Hermione. She smiled at me. "So, Terra. What do you like to do?" she asked, trying to strike up conversation. "I like sports and making jokes. I also like to run around with my friends," I said, remembering laughing and playing with my parents.

"What sports?" Hermione asked curiously. I gulped. I couldn't just tell a muggle about Quidditch. "Erm, I like football. I'm rather rubbish at it," I said, only half-lying. Dad had told me about muggle football, but I had only played it once.

She nodded," Cool. I like reading." I wrinkled my nose. Hermione sounded smart. I wasn't the smartest person around, unlike Mom.

"Breakfast!" a voice interrupted my thoughts. A plate with steaming chocolate chip pancakes was set down in front of me. Jean set down a jug of syrup between me and Hermione.

"Would you like milk or orange juice?" Jean asked. Hermione said," Orange juice please." "Okay, and what about you Terra?" Jean looked at me. "Milk." "Okay, sure!"

I looked at the breakfast and started to eat. I ate very slowly as to not scare away the Granger's. Hermione said to her mother," Thank you Mom." Jean ruffled Hermione's bushy hair and said, "Of course love."

My heart twisted as I realized that my mom could never do that again for me.


After a few months of being with the Granger's, it was time to go to muggle primary school.

Hermione and I walked inside, hand in hand.

"Oi Granger! Who's that loser with you?" a voice sounded from behind us. We turned around to find three girls staring at us with distaste.

Hermione flushed. "Leave her alone Emma." "Oh, I just wanted to know who your new loser friend is," Emma replied snobbishly.

I stepped in front of Hermione protectively. "I'm her sister, Terra." Emma looked surprised for a second then scowled. "Well if you're her sister, then you must be as much as a loser as her."

I rolled my eyes. "Really? If you're gonna call us names, at least be creative. The word 'loser' is pretty overused," I remarked.

Emma fumed. "Well then," she flipped her hair. She turned around, motioning for her cronies to follow her.


After school, Hermione and I were walking home. The teachers were okay, but a lot of the students made fun of Hermione. And by default, me.

"Do people always bully you like that?" I asked Hermione. She looked down in embarrassment. "Yes," she mumbled.

I looked at her. I didn't like that people mad fun of her because she had buck teeth and bushy hair. Or because she was smarter than them.

I linked my hand with hers, and intertwined our fingers. I smiled at her. "You won't have to worry about those bullies anymore, because I'm your sister, and I'll protect you," I told Hermione softly.

She looked up at me with surprised eyes, and gave me a hug. At first, I stiffened like a board, but I eventually melted and hugged my sister back tightly.