The Darkness Within Part One

Like her brother, Lindsay Potter had been noticing Malfoy sneaking out of class. One día she decided to figure out where he was going , after Malfoy left Lindsay asked to use the bathroom. When she was out of sight, she quietly followed Malfoy feeling like a 15 año old spy. Halfway to where ever they were heading, Lindsay started humming the mission impossible theme song quietly and Malfoy turned around. Lucky for Lindsay there was a statue that she hid behind
Finally Malfoy went inside of... Moaning Myrtle's bathroom? Lindsay went inside and hid behind the first stall. The lights were off...

((Happy Mother's Day! Just a little drabble in honor of the day. tu might want to grab some tissues))


Hailey Potter was no ordinary girl. She was a witch, and twin sister to the most famous wizard of all time. dicho wizard was right siguiente to her, their father's old Invisibility capa spread across their laps.
"I wonder why Dumbledore gave the capa to me," Harry asked, running his hand across the fabric.
"Probably because you're the oldest," Hailey answered, looking down at her hands.
"Nah, that's not likely. You're the más sensible one."
"I'm not más sensible, I just pick my own fights."
"Wish...

The año is 1966 - Bellatrix Lestrange is at inicial for the summer - playing with her sisters. ( o so she calls it )-Tormenting them is más like it.
" CISSY!!! Get IN HERE! I want to practice something on you." Bellatrix demanded of her littlest sister Narcissa. In walked this this slender little pale blonde. She looked annoyed with her boisterous sister.

" AND-what if I say NO! What about THAT, tu never thought about my answer did tu BELLA?" replied Narcissa with a haughty tone.

" OH get the stick out of your culo CISSY. You're not SOME RICH BROAD tu know. IM THE OLDEST, what I say goes."...

((Just a quick note. This takes place in late July, right about when the twins turn 18. Everything is as it happened in the series.))



Hailey Potter paused in the midst of escritura a letter. She was responding, yet again, to a curious reporter from the "Daily Prophet" wanting to hear about Harry's adventures.
Setting down her quill, she listened to the sounds coming from upstairs. She thought to herself while looking up at the ceiling.
Harry had never been quite the same after the battle. She and Ginny had tried getting him to open up, but that only made it worse. He'd even stopped playing Quidditch....