Toil and Trouble
"Fillet of a fenny snake,
In the cauldron boil and bake;
Eye of newt, and toe of frog,
Wool of bat, and tongue of dog,
Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting,
Lizard's leg, and owlet's wing,—
For a charm of powerful trouble,
Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.
Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble."
"Will you kindly shut up?" Harry snapped from his position on the couch.
"What? Do you not like Macbeth? Even though it is a classic play?" Elizabeth questioned, never looking up from her book.
"Yes, it's boring and stupid." Harry shot back. He may have grown up as a muggle, but that did not mean he liked literature.
"You uneducated heathen. This is one of Shakespeare's darker plays, full of murder, blood and insanity." Elizabeth almost shouted, taking offense for the story at being called boring and stupid. This ended with both of them glaring at one another, which could only last about thirty seconds in total. Not being able to take and keep the seriousness of the whole situation, both burst out laughing.
"Fine, I'll read it to myself, but that doesn't mean you win." Elizabeth surrendered. Harry nodded once at her and turned his attention back to the essay he was attempting to write. Macbeth was full of betrayal, death, and insanity. The story was kind of like the Potter's life during the time of Voldemort. Harry and Elizabeth only wish they could remember it, even that if it was possible. Elizabeth wished people would have remembered her.
The entire wizarding world was under the assumption that Harry was the one to defeat Voldemort and survive. Someone, Dumbledore, led everyone to believe that Lily's love and Harry were the only way Voldemort was gone. Now, everyone knew the Potter's had twins, but Dumbledore did not want that. No, he wanted his 'Chosen One' and 'Golden Boy'. There was no room for two. It was true that Elizabeth was born before Harry, but only by a minute. But this did not work into Dumbledore's plan, so he was determined to fix it. So, the story became that Harry was the survivor and poor Elizabeth died that night as well, even Dumbledore had taken her and left her in a muggle foster home, never to be seen again.
What Dumbledore seemed to have forgotten was the Elizabeth was going to be prone to accidental magic. Which led to her curiosity and then sent her looking for answers. After what seemed to be forever she finally found her answer. Elizabeth Lillian Potter was a witch and could attend Hogwarts. At the time, she did not know the power her last name held or the story. Let's just say it was quite the shock when she and her foster mom finally fought their way into Hogwarts and she found Harry. The rest is history, she was accepted into Hogwarts her second year technically and they lived happily ever after. You can sense the sarcasm can't you?
"Elizabeth!" Harry yelled again, finally breaking her from her trance.
"What?" Elizabeth asked, forcing herself not to jump out of her skin.
"It's time for dinner, smart one." Harry replied. Elizabeth did the mature thing and stuck out her tongue at the last part of that comment, all this got was her laughed at. Both rose up from their positions, Harry on the couch and Elizabeth on the floor, and walked to the portrait to head down for dinner. They were greeted by Ron and Hermione at the door leading to the Great Hall.
"Harry! Elizabeth!" Hermione shouted cheerfully as the pair approached them. All they received from Ron was a stare, and a strange one at that.
"Ron, I'm gonna smack the freckles off your face if you don't quit with whatever look that is." Elizabeth warned, shooting Ron a glare. This effectively caused him to burn red and look away. All Harry and Hermione could do was laugh at their friend's expense.
"Come on! I'm hungry!" Elizabeth laughed, and she was not lying. Not really waiting for their answers, even though they all nodded, she opened the doors and strolled on into the Great Hall. The hall was buzzing with conversation and energy. The ceiling, one of Elizabeth's favorite parts about Hogwarts, was a clear night sky with a full moon. The group wandered over to the Gryffindor table and took their regular seats.
Dinner was going about as normal, until the twins could feel someone staring at them. Without even saying anything, both turned to look behind them. What they saw was a certain Prince of Slytherin, commonly known as Draco Malfoy, staring at them from his respective table. Harry shook his, not wanting to deal with whatever Draco was scheming.
"He's not worth the stress." Harry muttered, turning back to his meal. Elizabeth on the other hand was not one to back down from a challenged and engaged in a staring contest. They held the stare a little longer than Elizabeth and Harry did earlier that evening, like forty-five seconds this time.
"I will never blink." Elizabeth mouthed at Draco, which to her surprise caused him to laugh, breaking his stare.
"I win." Elizabeth cheered, but the victory was short lived when Draco had stood up and began walking. Elizabeth turned back to her dinner and friends.
"Okay, that was weird." Elizabeth mumbled to herself, going back to eating.
"Just ignore him." All of her friends chorused, never really looking up from their own meals. She was still getting used to the idea of him being an enemy. Now, that did not mean he was not a prat and a jerk to them on an almost daily basis. Though, some of the fights that Ron, Harry and Draco got into were completely ridiculous. He would not be so bad, if he put a rein on his ego.
"Don't get any ideas El." Harry warned her, nudging her in the side. Sometimes there were moments where Elizabeth and Harry believe twin telepathy was a thing. This was one of those moments. Elizabeth looked up to watch Draco as he walked around the other dining tables. It almost seemed as if he was looking for something.
"What in the world is he doing?" Elizabeth wondered aloud.
"You mean you don't know?" Hermione gasped. She should not have been surprised when she received three blank stares as a response.
"Draco is a Veela!" Hermione hissed at her friends' stupidity.
"Ooh." The three chorused, making Hermione want to bang her head on the table. They all knew that meant that Draco was searching or sniffing out his 'soul mate'. No one really knew why the mate was found by scent.
"I'm going to laugh if it is a Gryffindor." Ron joked, causing everyone to laugh. Draco would never survive being mated to a Gryffindor.
Now all four of them were interested and watched Draco with fascination. It appeared that he had already crossed off Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw from his search. Since he did not even bother walking by Slytherin meant that house was a 'no' as well.
"Uh, guys. I think it is a Gryffindor!" Elizabeth hissed, all of them turning to face each other. There was a collective gasp when they noticed a certain blonde walking towards the table they were currently seated at. Elizabeth knew they were all silently praying to whatever they believed in that it was not one of them. No matter what Hermione and Elizabeth felt deep down as hopeless romantics would make this situation better. This was not something they desired, not with Draco Malfoy.
Draco was at the top of the Gryffindor table, slowly making his way down towards them. His face went through a couple dozen emotions the closer he got to the group. The only two who could breathe a sigh of relief was Ron and Hermione considering that Draco had stopped behind Harry and Elizabeth. It was until Draco and Elizabeth made eye contact did all five of them know who the Veela's mate was.
"Oh great." Draco sighed, Elizabeth narrowed her eyes at the comment, and while everyone else celebrated that it was not one of them.
"You need to come with me." Draco instructed, poking Elizabeth in the arm. Elizabeth turned on the bench and quickly stood up.
"No, really?" Elizabeth snarked at him, already toward the door. Draco, quickly and gracefully, followed after her, both in no hurry.
"I'm off to see the wizard, the wonderful wizard of Hogwarts." Elizabeth sang sadly as she and Draco exited the now silent Great Hall. The moment the door closed, the hall erupted into an excited buzz. This was going to be an interesting year.