Previously called TWO OF THE SAME
❝ It's better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all. ❞
Living with her godmother, Dorcas Meadows, and her uncle, Remus Lupin, 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐏𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 lives a pretty good life. That's unt...
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ON CHRISTMAS MORNING, Harper was woken up by Hermione, who had been standing over her.
"Merry Christmas, Harper!" she squealed as she sat down on the side of the bed.
"Merry Christmas, Hermione," Harper said, smiling sleepily. "Have you opened your presents yet?"
"No, I waited for you," she replied. "Now, get up because I don't think I can wait any longer!"
Harper rolled her eyes, sat up and took the present nearest to her. She ripped the paper off and saw that it was a jumper from Molly. It was scarlet and it had the Gryffindor lion knitted on the front. She had also sent Harper a dozen home-baked mince pies, some Christmas cake and a box of nut brittle.
Harper smiled and continued with a smaller package. She read the note and smiled as she saw it was from Cedric.
"It's from him, isn't it?" Hermione asked amused, seeing her friend's red cheeks.
"Yes," Harper replied, gently ripping the paper off. It was a small box and when she opened it, it revealed a silver bracelet with two chains: a lion and a badger. Her mouth fell open and her eyes widened. This must have cost a fortune!
"Thanks for the book!" Hermione exclaimed, making Harper snap out of her thoughts. Her brown eyes fell on the bracelet in the redhead's hand and she smiled. "You should put it on."
"I will," Harper said, putting it around her wrist. Her hazel eyes darted from the chocolate Remus and Dorcas had send her to the candy Ron and Harry got her. They eventually landed on a thin package laying underneath it all.
"What's that?" Hermione asked, following her gaze.
"Dunno," Harper replied, taking the package and pulling it onto her lap. She ripped the parcel open and gasped as a magnificent, gleaming broomstick rolled out onto her bedspread. Hermione dropped her book and jumped off her bed for a closer look.
"Is that a Firebolt?" she asked curiously.
It was, Harper noticed, as her eyes were still popping out of her head. It was identical to the dream broom she and Harry gone to see every day in Diagon Alley. Its handle glittered as she picked it up. She could feel it vibrating, and let go; it hung mid-air, unsupported, at exactly the right height for her to mount it. Harper's eyes moved from the golden registration number at the top of the handle right down to the perfect smooth, streamlined birch twigs that made up the tail.
