'The three musketeers'
That's what they were called.
Each in a seperate Hogwarts House.
The eldest, king of Gryffindor
The middle, conquerer of Ravenclaw
The youngest, Princess of Slytherin
They knew one another in and out.
Out and In.
The tapping of the eldest wand when he was nervous
The twitching of his nose while he was angry
The clicking of his knuckles when he happy.
He was James Potter.
The tapping of his foot when he was happy
The hand through his hair when he was angry
The tilt of his head when he was nervous.
He was Albus Potter.
The twisting of her wrist when she was nervous
The flash of a smile when she was angry
The playing with her hair when she was happy.
She was Lily Potter.
They were envied.
They were abused.
They were claimed too close.
They had an unbreakable bond.
They made rumours of them being together.
Which were untrue.
They hurled insults at them.
Which were retorted by hexes.
They were close for a reason.
To deal.
To try and be normal.
Of course they were closer than other siblings.
They were different.
They had different rules.
Lily would always be curled around one.
They had secrets.
The other siblings in the family didnt get it.
They were like a indistructable wall.
Noone knew them like they knew eachother.
They trusted no one but themselves.
Their secrets stayed between them.
Those cuddles stayed between them.
Those kisses stayed between them.
How could they trust others with what was theirs?
They couldn't.