November 20, 1991

~Lucia~

TWO WEEKS! We've been back two weeks after a week and a half of being away and things have already gone to hell. The good news is that things are starting to change for the better. Harry officially introduced me to Ron and Hermione, we told them about us being siblings. Ron even apologized for being a prick about my Mum.

Despite this, Ron and I still don't get along. He's convinced that I'm being coerced into evil and has tried, on multiple occasions, to convince me to switch houses. Technically house-swapping isn't illegal or uncommon, I've witnessed several house swaps in my limited time at Hogwarts. It is however seen as foolish and cowardly, and should only be done if absolutely necessary. After all what message does it send to your former housemates? That they were so completely unbearable that you had to go through the trouble of switching houses just to get away from them. The sorting hat places us in our houses for a reason, to go against that is to go against magic, and you'd have to be a literal fool to go against magic. It's honestly quite startling that Ron was never taught this.

So naturally, I don't like Ron. Hermione was a whole different problem. The mudblood witch believes she knows everything there is to know. It's almost as if she forgot she's still new to this world. Her attitude towards anything not taught at Hogwarts is also quite annoying. Ever the rule follower, Hermione is very much against all dark and grey magic. Her favorite argument to use was, "If dark magic wasn't dangerous we wouldn't have to defend against it." How original. I know she's a muggle born, but honestly, even the common hippogriff could tell how corrupt our government is.

Thankfully it wasn't all bad, my relationship with my brother has dramatically improved since Samhain. Since we got back I was determined not to lose him again. I wanted to build a proper relationship with him so I tried to spend time with him as often as I could. Harry and I would often spend time walking through the courtyard or talking in the Astronomy tower. On weekends I would come back from Hogsmeade and go flying with him around campus. It was honestly surprising that the rest of the school hasn't put it together yet. It's even more shocking that Dumbledore hasn't attempted to bully information out of either of us.

It's also kind of unnerving because if he supports our new relationship then he's obviously got a scheme based around it. The last thing I want is for any of us to be pawns in any more of his schemes. I'm not saying that Dumbledore is necessarily evil, but his scheme's often get people killed, just ask Mum and James. Today though, I had new plans. My friends, especially Marcus and Blair, have been asking to formally meet Harry since I came back. Since Marcus is my boyfriend and Blair is my best friend and Osborn is... alright I guess, I reluctantly agreed to introduce them on Saturday. After all, I met his friends, it's only fair he meets mine. I haven't told him yet though, I'm planning to do it tonight.

•••

Hours later, after dinner, I was impatiently waiting for Harry to come to the Astronomy Tower. In my defense he was now 30 minutes late. When I was considering leaving all together, Harry finally came running in. "I'm sorry!" He yelled. "You're late, I thought you were dead!" I shouted. "I'm sorry I just- I was in the library with Ron and Mione, we lost track of time," he explained. I sighed, I can't be mad at him for that. He's just a kid and lord knows I was just like him when I was young.

"I have some news for you," I said. "What?" He asked curiously. "I was wondering if you'd like to meet my friends and boyfriend," I said. "Slytherins?" He asked nervously. "Just three of them," I said calmly, "they really want to meet you." "Yea, to sell me out to the heir no doubt," He muttered though I still heard him. "Harry not all Slytherin's are like that," I said. "They're really nice, you know they're the ones who've been pressuring me to talk to you," I informed him. "Really?" He asked. I nodded, "Them and Draco," I added. Marcus had even spied on him to keep me updated on how he was doing in his first year.

"They really wanna meet me?" He asked. I nodded. "I'll meet them," he conceded. "Thank you!" I squealed. "We'll meet in the courtyard on Sunday at noon," I instructed. "Okay," he said somewhat unsure. "It'll be perfect, they'll be so excited," I assured him. "Okay," he said again. "Now I have to go tell my friends, plus I promised Draco I'd help him study, but I will see you on Sunday," I said hugging him. "Bye Lucia," he said. "Goodnight Harry," I said.

•••

The next day Marcus and I walked to breakfast together. We had gotten up earlier to get some extra alone time. "MARCUS STOP!" I squealed as he lifted me up on his shoulders. He spun me around in circles then threw me over his shoulder like a sack of gold.

"So I get to meet Harry today?" He asked, letting me flip over so I could get on his back. "Yup, I couldn't tell how he was feeling about it when I told him though so try to be chill," I instructed. "I'm chill, Cy's the one you need to worry about," he said. I groaned. Cyrus was always extra. He has no filter and is very upfront about his beliefs. It's why I'm friends with him. However like most of us, he doesn't like mudbloods and Gryffindors don't know the difference between a muggleborn and a mudblood. So Harry's light beliefs and Cy's personality won't mix well.

"Harry will just have to get used to it, he'll come to his senses eventually," Marcus said soothingly. I leaned down and kissed his forehead, effectively changing the subject. "Oh you think you're funny?" Marcus asked. "I think I'm hilarious," I corrected kissing him again.

"No come here," he said. I laughed as Marcus tried to kiss my head, failing to do so as I was on his back. "Bring your head here," he ordered. "Nope," I playfully refused. "Yes," he said. "Uh uh," I shook my head. "Please," he begged. "Eh," I said. "Just one kiss," he begged. "No," I laughed. "Two?" He asked. I raised a perfectly groomed eyebrow at his counter offer. "Five," he finally said. I hopped off his back and kissed him five times, 2 on each cheek and once on the lip. "You're cute when you beg," I informed him. "You're cute all the time," he said. I smiled at him and we walked hand in hand to the Great Hall talking and laughing as we pushed the doors open.

•••

Marcus, Blair, Cyrus, and I sat on a bench in the courtyard waiting for Harry. "Hi," Harry said coming towards us. "Harry this is Marcus, my boyfriend, and my friends Cyrus and Blair," I introduced. "Nice to meet you, Harry, I've heard a lot about you," Marcus said extending his hand. "Same," Harry said accepting the handshake. I sighed at his informality. What else should I expect? Harry has been taught to hate Slytherins. He's been conditioned not to trust us and the only reason he even slightly trusts me is because we're related. If my friends were gain his trust they'd have to be patient.

"I'm Blair, nice to meet you kid," Blair said. "Nice to meet you Harry, I'm Cyrus," Cyrus said. "Hi," Harry said. "I'm told you like quidditch and defense against the dark arts, is this true?" Blair asked. "Yeah," Harry said. "And you like learning new spells?" She asked. He nodded. "Well Blair here, creates them," I said knowing where they were going. "Dark spells?" Harry asked accusingly. "No, mostly light, a few gray ones too," Blair assured him. "Dark spells are harder to create because their so powerful and they require much more magical advancements than a light spell," Marcus explained. "Plus Dumbledore would lose his shit if he knew I created anything, let alone dark spells," Blair adds. "That's true," I agreed. "So can you teach me...?" Harry asked, "about spell creation?" "Of course she can, she's the best spell maker of our generation," Cyrus boasted. "No I'm not, besides Marcus and Cia are great at things too," Blair deflected. "That's right!" Marcus exclaimed, "like did you know that your sister is a legilimens, an occlumens, a shapeshifter, and has natural wandless magic?" Marcus bragged.

"What do the first two mean?" Harry asked. "I can go through people's minds, and also protect my mind from being invaded," I explained. "Everyone can do it with practice, it just comes more naturally to me," I explained. "I wish I could do that," Harry said solemnly. "Well you've done things we've never even dreamed of, like taking on the dark lord, or surviving the killing curse," Blair said. "Yea, but Iris can shapeshift," he said.

"I'll handle this, normal person to normal person," Cyrus said. "Look at those show boats," Cyrus told Harry in mock disgust, "walking around all perfect, but maybe we can fix that," he told Harry. "How?" Harry asked. "Frizzio!" Cyrus shouted aiming his wand at us. Our hair started dancing as it moved above our heads in a frizzy mess. "Morphia!" Harry shouts. Our hair changed color. I took out a mirror before shooting an unimpressed glare at the two. "That was fun, but I have homework to do, good luck Cyrus," Harry said sprinting the other way. Marcus, Blair, and I turned towards Cyrus. "Fix it," I ordered. "Reversio," he muttered.

"Thank you guys," I said to them. I meant it. The way they treated Harry was more than I'd hoped. "Of course, besides Harry's cool," Marcus said. "Yeah, both your brothers are," Blair said. I smiled at them grabbing their hands and running them to the hill. "No!" Cyrus yelled picking me up. "Put me down!" I squealed as I was once again up in the air. "No," He said. "Cyrus," I warned. "Fine," he said rolling me down the hill. This boy is so lucky I'm wearing pants! When I reach the bottom I run up to him and punch him in the face. Yup! It's been a good day.