She was crying, her Mum was screaming and her Dad couldn't be heard. Laying next to Harry, Lyla hugged onto her brother as the unknown man advanced on their cradle, a huge boom, sounded before the man mysteriously disappeared. Lyla and Harry fell into a deep sleep, their tired minds trying their hardest to process the night's events. Little did they know that their mum was on the floor beside them and their dad at the bottom stairs, both to whom were dead. They didn't know that a man named Hagrid would be coming in the next hour to take them and separate them, placing them in different homes. Or that they might not ever see each other again. If all goes to plan then they should never see each other again, they should be unknown twins.
This is the story of Lyla and Harry Potter