Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, just the plot and a few characters.
Last time:
I stand up and walk up to my brothers. "So you two are my brothers. Huh." They don't say anything. But they do pull on my arms, causing me to fall forward toward them. They pulled me in for a tight hug. "Guys to tight…can't…breathe." They loosen their grip but don't let go.
"So you're our little sister." I think it was Derick but I don't know. I nod.
"Well that's good. We have been waiting 17 years to see you." It was the other one this time. Still don't know who's who though. "So are you going to back and live with us at the manor?"
This time:
I hadn't even thought about that. "Well do you want me to?"
"Yes."
"Yes."
"Yes."
Three yeses. I look at the Grangers and they glare at me.
"Good, because if you didn't say yes we would have dragged you out by your hair." I don't know which one said it but I really couldn't care less.
My father smiles again and says, "Well if you're going to live at the manor you're going to have to pack."
"Okay. I'll be back in a little bit." I head for the stairs.
"Derick, Larsin go help your sister."
"Ok dad." I hear footsteps but I don't stop walking. I go straight into my room. Without closing the door.
"So this is what a muggle's bedroom look like." My room is nothing special, a queen bed against one wall, a dresser, a bedside table, a small desk and a few bookshelves along the wall under the three windows. The is carpet a pale cream and the walls a light grey. There aren't really any decorations or pictures, the Grangers wouldn't allow it.
"Yeah Derick and I always wondered what they looked like." Well now I know who's who.
"Yep this is what they look like." I grabbed my wand and shrunk all on my clothes to fit in my trunk. After getting my things from the bathroom I return to my bedroom.
Picking up the last few things to put into my trunk I spot the photo on my desk, the only picture in the entire room. It's of Harry, Ron and I at the Burrow last summer. "Oh no."
"What is it?" How do twins, technically triplets the same concept still applies, do that? Say things at the same time, I mean.
"Nothing really, just how am I supposed to tell my friends about all of this? They'll freak out."
"Well who are your friends?"
"Uh…Ron and Ginny Weasley and Harry Potter." I tell them hesitatingly, most people in the magical world go a little crazy when I tell them I am friends with the famous Harry Potter.
"No way, you know Harry Potter?"
I laugh. How many times now have I been asked that? "Yes I know Harry Potter. We've been friends since our first year at Hogwarts when they saved me from a troll on Halloween."
"Wow."
"Harry, Ron and I are called the 'Golden Trio' at school."
"They really call you the 'Golden Trio'?" Larsin asks me, not completely believing that we would be called that.
"Yeah."
"Mya why would they freak out? Wouldn't they be happy for you?" Derick asks me looking a bit confused.
"Yeah like Derick said wouldn't they be glad that you found your real family?"
"They would be happy if my family was anyone else besides you guys. Ron and Harry both despise daddy. Mostly because he always favors the Slytherins." I sit in the middle of my bed and bring my knees up and wrap my arm around them.
"Oh." I feel the bed move a little. Then two pairs of arms go around me.
"Don't worry Derick, Dad and I won't let them hurt you."
"Yeah so come on. Dad will be wondering what we're up to." I nod and they both pull me off the bed. I grab my wand and purse and Derick and Larsin grab my two bags and trunk.
"There you three are. I was starting to get worried. Whenever these two are quiet for more than I couple of minutes there is something going on." I laugh. I think it is something that is common through boys.
I turn toward the Grangers. "I won't miss you two at all. You do not have the right to be parents of any kind. You are rude, callous, hypocritical bastards." I have wanted to say that for years, and now I could without being punished for it.
Mr. Granger's face starts turning red while Mrs. Granger starts yelling at me. "You ungrateful little brat! We took you into our home, let you eat our food. Put clothes on your back, let you go to that crazy magic school and this is how you thank us?"
I whip out my wand and point it at them. "Why the bloody hell should I thank you? You have made my life miserable. I'm glad I will never have to see you again." They cower at the sight of my wand. I turn to my family, wanting and waiting to leave.
"Mya we have to leave. I have to meet with the Headmaster soon."
"Ok daddy." I glare at the Grangers one more time
I turn and follow my family out the back door. I grab onto my father and I feel a tug at my navel. When we land back on solid ground I start to fall. I never liked apparating.
"Welcome to your new home Mya." I look up to where my father was pointing and my jaw droops. The manor is beautiful. At least five stories, made with what looked like white stone; it was everything that I dreamed my dream house would be like. My brothers give me a push towards my new home. I slowly make my way to the front doors. With much excitement I push them open. What I see leaves me breathless. White marble floors, light colored walls, pictures and paintings all over. It's beautiful to say the least.
"Well do you want to see your room now or later?"
"Now please."
"Okay your brothers can show you. I must go meet with the Headmaster. So I will see you three at dinner."
"Ok daddy." I'm still all smiley. My father left through one of the hallways leading from the room we are in.
"So come on. Do you want to see your room or not?" man seriously how so twins do that talking at the same time thing.
"Well start walking and I will follow." They start walking and I follow. Walking down the different hallways they both point out different things. Like the décor or the different rooms.
"Here we are." We had stopped at a large white door with a silver handle. When they opened the door I walked into my new room. What I saw took my breath away. It was beautiful.