The train horn goes off one last time, a signal for everyone to get off the train. The ride on the hogwarts express was— stressful, to say the least. Everyone was giving you weird stares, and usually it would be because your Harry potters twin sister that happens to be in slytherin, but this time it was different. you cast a patronus over the summer, to protect your brother of course, and since you’re under 17, it’s a crime— and you could’ve gotten sent to Azkaban if it wasn’t for dumbledore.

you step off of the train, muttering a ‘I’ll catch up with you’ to Harry, Ron, and Hermione, feeling all the stress pile up again. In the midst of your thoughts, you hear that annoying voice you didn’t miss at all over the summer. “I'm surprised the Ministry's still letting you walk around free, Potter. You better enjoy it while you can. I expect there's a cell in Azkaban with your name on it.” He hisses with a glare on his face.