Harry and Elizabeth Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban:

Harry and Elizabeth have so far had difficult time at school. Not because people hated them, far from it. They were well known and liked among the people at the school unless you're counting the Slytherin house. Draco Malfoy being one of the Slytherin's to hate Harry the most. It was just that for the past two years Harry and Elizabeth have had to deal with one of the worst Wizards of all time. Can the two survive a third year at Hogwarts?

Chapter 1: Owl Post

It was toward the end of summer holidays and Elizabeth was more than thrilled that soon she and her brother would be able to go back to school and see all her friends again. Summer holidays was the worst, she hated it. She and her brother hated summer holidays more than any other time of the year. Usually in the dead of night the two were forced to do their homework in secret. Confusing isn't it? Having to do homework in secret?

Well the reasoning before it was that Harry and Elizabeth Potter are part of the wizarding world. A witch and a wizard. And being a witch and wizard here in this house meant that if you even talked about magic you would be severely punished.

It was the dead of night, midnight to be exact. Harry was lying on his stomach in their shared bed, blankets drawn over his head like a tent a flashlight in one hand and a leather bound book propped open against the pillow. Elizabeth sat on the floor flashlight in hand reading 'A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot' like Harry was doing.

"Did you find anything more on Witch Burning in the Fourteenth Century?" Her older brother asked never looking away from the pages, moving his eagle feather quill down the page of his book.

"When the muggles actually did catch a real witch or wizard the burning had no effect whatsoever. They would perform the Flame Freezing Charm and then pretend to shriek in pain when actuality it tickled." She said tiredly rubbing her eyes to stay awake. The project of this assignment was 'Witch Burning in the Fourteenth Century Was Completely Pointless-discuss.'

Harry pushed his round glasses up the bridge of his nose finding the passage Elizabeth was talking about.

Non-magic people (more commonly known as Muggles) were particularly afraid of magic in medieval times, but not very good at recognizing it. On the rare occasion that they did catch a real witch or wizard, burning had no effect whatsoever. The witch or wizard would perform a basic Flame-Freezing Charm and then pretend to shriek with pain while enjoying a gentle, tickling sensation. Indeed, Wendelin the Weird enjoyed being burned so much that she allowed herself to be caught no less than forty-seven times in various disguises.

Harry put his quill between his teeth and reached underneath his pillow for his inkbottle and a roll of parchment. Slowly and very carefully he unscrewed the ink bottle, dipped his quill into it, and began to write, pausing every now and then to listen, because if any of the Dursleys heard the scratching of his quill on their way to the bathroom, they'd probably find themselves locked in the cupboard under the stairs for the rest of the summer.

Elizabeth sighed resting her head against the side of the bed trying to think of everything that's happened in her life so far. Right now she shared a small bedroom with her twin brother. Her life hadn't been the best, at a young age her parents were murdered by a very dark wizard. A wizard who was feared even after death. After the death of their parents Elizabeth and Harry were forced to move in with their aunt and uncle and cousin.

They lived in Number Four, Privet Drive. Living in this house was one of the reasons why the Potter twins never enjoyed their summer holidays. Their Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, and cousin Dudley were the only living relatives. They were Muggles, and they had a very medieval attitude toward magic.

'If it were up to the Dursley's they'd probably try to burn us at the steak.' Elizabeth thought feeling her eyes drift shut. Sleep drawing her in. Harry glancing over shook her head, waking his twin sister up immediately. "Come on, we have to get this done before school starts." She nodded going back to work.

"Thanks Harry," Harry gave a half smile toward his younger sister. Before Harry and Elizabeth went to Hogwarts, the two were best friends. They still were but now that Harry and Elizabeth were off at Hogwarts they were able to make friends. Great friends that they never thought they would have.

Now that the twins were turning thirteen Elizabeth could see that her brother was growing up very handsome. He looked a lot like their dad. Messy jet black hair, round glasses over his light green eyes, a lightning bolt scar on his forehead which could be easily hidden behind his bangs. Elizabeth could see why Ginny liked him.

Ginny Weasley was going to be a second year when everyone returns to school this year. She was the youngest of the Weasley children and had a huge crush on Harry. When she first met Harry last year she couldn't speak to him and would always run away blushing like crazy. She even sent him a Valentine's day poem recited to Harry by a dwarf who had basically tackled Harry to finish his poem.

Harry watched his sister study, seems all she ever did was study. He watched the way her hand would write while she read over the text of her book. He knew she hated this subject, he also knew that she loved Potions and her favorite teacher was Professor Snape. His least favorite teacher.

He also knew that his arch enemy Draco Malfoy had a huge crush on her, last year during Christmas break when he and Ron were disguised as Crabbe and Goyle, he had seen his younger sister and Malfoy sitting together in the Slytherin common room. She easily suspected something was up when Harry and Ron had started acting out.

It was funny Harry knew almost everything there was to know about Elizabeth and Elizabeth knew almost everything there was to know about Harry. After having lived together in the same 'room' thirteen years you tend to learn a thing or two about the other. Harry and Elizabeth were best friends and nothing could change that.

For years Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon had hoped that if they kept the two downtrodden as possible, they would be able to squish the magic out of them. To their fury, they had not been successful. These days they lived in terror of anyone finding out that Harry or Elizabeth had spent most of the last two years at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The most they did was lock away Harry and Elizabeth's spell books, wands, cauldrons, and Harry's broomstick at the start of summer break and forbid them to talk to the neighbors.

This was a problem for the Potter twins. The separation from their spell books had been a real problem. The twins teachers at Hogwarts had given the two a lot of holiday work. One of the essays. A particularly nasty one about shrinking potions, was for Harry's least favorite teacher, Professor Snape, who would be delighted to have an excuse to give Harry detention for a month. Even though he knew Elizabeth could help him with his potions homework she could only go so far. She herself needed her books in order to help.

Therefore, Harry had seized his chance in the first week of the holidays. While Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, and Dudley had gone out into the front garden to admire Uncle Vernon's new company car speaking very loud so that the rest of the street would notice it too. Harry had crept downstairs, picked the lock on the cupboard under the stairs, grabbed some of their books, and hidden them in the shared bedroom. As long as they didn't leave spots of ink on the sheets or carpet, the Dursleys need never know that they were studying magic by night.

Since the twins were growing the shared room was becoming quite small for the two to share a bed, in the end Elizabeth had made a small bed on the floor. Harry had insisted that they could switch but Lizzy ended up liking the floor.

Also the Dursleys were mad that Harry and Elizabeth had gotten a phone call from a friend of theirs a week into school vacation.

Ron Weasley was Harry's best friend at Hogwarts, he came from a whole family of wizards. It means that he knew things that Harry and Elizabeth didn't know but he had never used a telephone before. Unfortunately, it was Uncle Vernon had answered the call.

"Vernon Dursely speaking."

Harry and Elizabeth froze as they heard Ron's voice answer. They happen to be tidying up in the living room when this happened.

"HELLO? HELLO? CAN YOU HEAR ME? I. WANT. TO. TALK. TO. HARRY. AND. ELIZABETH. POTTER!" Ron had been yelling so loudly that Uncle Vernon jumped and held the receiver a foot away from his ear staring at it with an expression of mingled fury and alarm.

"WHO IS THIS?!" he roared in the direction of the mouthpiece. "WHO ARE YOU?"

"RON. WEASLEY!" Ron bellowed back, as though he and Uncle Vernon were speaking from opposite ends of a football field. "I'M. A. FRIEND. OF. HARRY. AND. ELIZABETH'S. FROM. SCHOOL…"

Uncle Vernon's small eyes swiveled around to the Potter twins, who were rooted to the spot.

"THERE IS NO HARRY AND ELIZABETH POTTER HERE!" he roared, now holding the receiver at arm's length, as though frightened it might explode. "I DON'T KNOW WHAT SCHOOL YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT! NEVER CONTACT ME AGAIN! DON'T YOU COME NEAR MY FAMILY!"

He threw the receiver back onto the telephone as if dropping a poisonous spider.

The fight that had followed had been one of the worst ever.

"HOW DARE YOU GIVE THIS NUMBER TO PEOPLE LIKE- PEOPLE LIKE YOU!" Uncle Vernon had roared, spraying Harry with spit.

"Ron obviously realized that he'd gotten the twins in trouble, because he hadn't called again. They hadn't had a call from Hermione, Elizabeth's best friend at all. Ron had most likely warned Hermione not to call. It was a pity. Hermione was one of the cleverest witch in their year, had Muggle parents, knew perfectly well how to use a telephone, and would probably have had enough sense not to say that she went to Hogwarts.

So Harry and Elizabeth had no word from any of their wizarding friends for five long weeks. Sure Harry and Elizabeth had each other to talk to but they missed their friends. They missed their friends. This summer was turning out to be almost as bad as the last one. There was just one very small improvement. After swearing that they wouldn't use Hedwig or Godric to send letters to any of their friends, Harry and Elizabeth had been allowed to let their owls out at night. Uncle Vernon had given in because of the racket Hedwig and Godric made if she was locked in their cages all the time.

Elizabeth finished writing about Wendelin the Weird pausing to rest her head against the padding of the bed yet again. The silence in the dark house was broken only by the distant, grunting snores of his enormous cousin, Dudley. It must be very late Elizabeth thought. Harry eyes were itching with tiredness. Perhaps he'd finish this essay tomorrow night.

Looking down at his sister again he saw her head rolled back, sleep overcoming her form. It wasn't even five minutes and she was already knocked out. Letting out a yawn Harry stood gathering her supplies, replacing the top of the ink bottle, her history of magic book, and quill. Pulling out an old pillow case from under the bed he put the flashlight, Elizabeth's items along with his own and hid the lot under a loose floorboard under his bed.

Harry stood up, stretching and checked the time on the luminous alarm clock on his bedside table. It was one o'clock in the morning. His stomach gave a funny jolt. He had been thirteen years old without realizing it, for a whole hour.

Walking over he shifted his sister to lay flat instead of sitting. Placing a small blanket over her sleeping form, Harry placed a small kiss on her forehead watching her curl into the floor for a more comfortable position. "Happy Birthday Lizzy," he whispered standing up.

Another unusual thing about Harry and Elizabeth Potter. They rarely looked forward to their birthday. They never received a birthday card in their life. The Dursleys had completely ignored their last two birthdays, and they had no reason to suppose they would remember this one.

Harry walked across the dark room, past Hedwig's large, empty cage, to the open window. He leaned on the sill, the cool night air pleasant on his face after a long time under the blankets. Hedwig had been absent for two nights. Godric for four now. Harry wasn't worried about them. They have been gone this long before. But he hoped they'd be back soon. They were the only living creatures in this house who didn't flinch at the sight of them.

Of all the unusual things about Harry and Elizabeth they shared a lightning bolt scar which was the most extraordinary of all. It was not, as the Dursleys had pretended for ten years their parents had died in a car crash, they treated the twins as if they were a worthless souvenir. When in fact Lily and James Potter had not died in a car crash. They had been murdered. Murdered by the most feared Dark wizard for a hundred years, Lord Voldemort.

Harry and Elizabeth had escaped from the same attack with nothing more than a scar on their forehead, where Voldemort's curse, instead of killing them, had rebounded upon it's originator. Barely alive, Voldemort had fled…

No one knew who the curse was dedicated for, Elizabeth had asked the headmaster of Hogwarts if he knew who it was directed toward and not even he knew.

Harry and Elizabeth had come face to face with him at Hogwarts. Remembering their last meeting as he stood at the dark window, Harry had to admit he was lucky even to have reached his thirteenth birthday.

Harry was worried when he had hexed Elizabeth in front of him. He knew he was a bit distracted what with meeting Voldemort yet again and having to get Ginny Weasley safe from harm's way. But after he saw his sister collapse, he didn't know what to think. He was scared. He had been scared before but when she fell he was truly scared. He didn't want to lose her. He didn't want to lose his younger sister. He didn't want to be alone.

Harry scanned the starry sky for a sign of Hedwig or even Godric, just a sign that they were around. Perhaps they would soar back to him with a dead mouse dangling from his or her beak expecting praise. Gazing absently over the rooftops, it was a few seconds before Harry realized what he was seeing.

Silhouetted against the golden moon, and growing larger every moment, was a large, strangely lopsided creature. It was flapping in Harry's direction. He stood quite still, watching it sink lower and lower. For a split second he hesitated, his hand on the window latch, wondering whether to slam it shut. But then the bizarre creature soared over one of the street lamps of Privet Drive, and Harry realized what it was and leapt aside.

Through the window soared three owls, two of them holding up the third, which appeared to be unconscious. They landed with a soft flump on Harry's bed, and the middle owl, which was large and grey, kneeled right over and lay motionless. There was a large package tied to its legs.

Harry recognized the unconscious owl at once. His name was Errol, and he belonged to the Weasley family. Harry dashed to his bed, untied the cords around Errol's legs, took off the parcel, and then carried Errol to Hedwig's cage. Errol opened one bleary eye, gave a feeble hoot of thanks, and began to gulp some water.

Shooting up from her sleep Elizabeth looked around confused.

Harry stared at her amazed. She looked half asleep as she stared at the two owls on her brothers bed. Blinking a few times she reached her left hand up and lightly brushed her fingers over the soft feathers of the other owls.

Looking up at the owls more closely he noticed Elizabeth had been petting Hedwig, his own owl. She too was carrying a parcel and looked extremely pleased with herself. She gave Elizabeth an affectionate nip with her beak as she removed her burden, then flew across the room to join Errol.

The third owl Harry didn't recognize. A handsome tawny one, but he knew at once where it had come from, because in addition to a third package, it was carrying two letters bearing the Hogwarts crest. When Harry relieved this owl of its burden, it ruffled its feathers importantly, stretched its wings, and took off through the window into the night.

"What's Errol doing here?" Elizabeth yawned out stretching her arms above her head.

"We have a parcel."

Sitting up straighter Elizabeth leaned over watching as Harry tore the parcel open. Inside they discovered a present wrapped in gold and their first ever birthday card. Fingers trembling slightly, he opened the envelope. Two pieces of paper fell out, a letter and newspaper clipping.

Reaching out Elizabeth smiled staring at the picture that was clearly out of the wizarding newspaper, the Daily Prophet, because the people in the black and white picture were moving.

"Ministry of Magic employee scoops grand prize, Arthur Weasley, head of the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office at the Ministry of Magic, has wont the annual Daily Prophet grand prize galleon draw. A delighted Mr. Weasley told the Daily Prophet, 'We will be spending the gold on a summer holiday in Egypt, where out eldest son, Bill, works as a curse breaker for Gringotts Wizarding Bank.' The Weasley family will be spending a month in Egypt, returning for the start of the new school year at Hogwarts, which five of the Weasley children currently attend." Elizabeth read aloud while Harry stared down at the moving photograph a grin on his face.

Looking over at the moving photograph a grin appeared across Elizabeth's face as well. They saw all nine of the Weasleys waving furiously at her, standing in front of a large pyramid. Plump little Mrs. Weasley's; tall balding Mr. Weasley; six sons; and one daughter, all (though the black and white picture didn't show it) with flaming red hair. Right in the middle of the picture was Ron, tall and gangling, with his pet rat Scabbers on his shoulder and his arm around his little sister Ginny. Fred and George were standing arms on both sides George next to his mother and Fred next to I'm guessing either Charlie or Bill. They were the only two she had not met of the Weasley family so it was hard to tell. Or was it Fred next to his mother and George on the other side. She couldn't tell. And they seemed to be wearing robes and a headpiece to look the part in Egypt.

No one else could have deserved to win that large pile of gold. The Weasleys were some of the nicest people both Harry and Elizabeth had ever known. Even though they were extremely poor they always tried to make Elizabeth and Harry feel as if they were a part of the family.

Harry held Ron's letter and read aloud this time.

"Dear Harry and Lizzy,
Happy Birthday!
Look, I'm really sorry about the telephone call. I hope the Muggles didn't give you two a hard time. I asked Dad and he reckons I shouldn't have shouted.
It's amazing here in Egypt. Bill's taken us around all the tombs and you wouldn't believe the curses those old Egyptians wizards put on them. Mum wouldn't let Ginny come in the last one. There were all these mutant skeletons in there, of Muggles who'd broken in and grown extra heads and stuff.
I couldn't believe it when Dad won the Daily Prophet Draw. Seven Hundred galleons! Most of its gone on this trip, but they're going to buy me a new wand for next year…"

Harry remembered only too well the occasion when Ron's old wand had snapped. It had happened when the car the two of them had been flying to Hogwarts had crashed into a tree on the school grounds.

"…We'll be back a week before term starts and we'll be going up to London to get my wand and our new books. And chance of meeting you guys there?
Don't let the Muggles get you down!
Try and come to London,
Ron
P.S. Percy's Head Boy. He got the letter last week."

Elizabeth groaned slumping onto the ground. Harry laughed as he looked at the picture again. Percy was in his seventh and final year at Hogwarts. He was looking smug. He had pinned his Head Boy badge to the fez perched jauntily on top of his neat hair, his horn rimmed glasses flashed in the Egyptian sun.

Harry placed the package in his sisters lap as he slid down sitting next to her. Slightly surprised Elizabeth pushed the package in Harry's lap. She didn't need to open anything.

"How about we both open it?" she nodded at that smiling brightly as they twins tore open the present. Inside was what looked like a miniature glass spinning top. There was another note from Ron beneath it.

'Guys this is a Pocket Sneakoscope. If there's someone untrustworthy around, it's supposed to light up and spin. Bill says it's rubbish sold for wizard tourists and isn't reliable, because it's kept lighting up at dinner last night. But he didn't realize Fred and George has put beetles in his soup. Bye- Ron'

Looking it over quickly before handing it to Harry, he placed it on the bedside table, where it stood quite still, balanced on its point, reflecting the luminous hands of his clock. He looked at it happily for a few seconds then picked up the parcel Hedwig had brought. Elizabeth was more than happy to get something this year for their birthday for once.

Inside the parcel was a wrapped present, a card, and a letter. But this time it was from Hermione.

Dear Harry and Elizabeth,

Ron wrote to me and told me about his phone call to your Uncle Vernon. I do hope you're all right.

I'm on holiday in France at the moment and I didn't know how I was going to send this to you, what if they opened it at customs? But then Hedwig turned up! I think she wanted to make sure you got something for your birthday for a change. I bought your present by owl order; there was an advertisement in the Daily Prophet (I've been getting it delivered; it's so good to keep up with whats going on in the wizarding world), Did you see that picture of Ron and his family a week ago? I bet he's learning loads. I'm really jealous, the ancient Egyptian wizards were fascinating.

There's some interesting local history of witchcraft here, too. I'm sure you would love it here Lizzy. I've rewritten my whole History of Magic essay to include some of the things I've found out, I hope it's not too long, it's two rolls of parchment more than Professor Binns asked for.

Ron says he's going to be in London in the last week of the holidays. Can you make it? Will your Aunt and Uncle let you come? I really hope you can. If not, I'll see you two on the on the Hogwarts Express on September first!

Love from Hermione

P.S. Ron says Percy's Head Boy. I'll bet Percy's really pleased. Ron doesn't seem too happy about it.

Harry laughed as he put Hermione's letter aside for Elizabeth to read over and picked up her present. It was very heavy. Harry could hear Elizabeth groan in annoyance.

"Percy's going to be even more of a git." She moaned out.

"Lizzy I know he's a pain sometimes but at least be happy for him."

"I am, I am. It's just going to go straight to his head."

Looking over Elizabeth saw what Hermione had gotten Harry. There was a sleek black leather case, silver words stamped across it, reading Broomstick Servicing Kit.

"Wow, Hermione!" Harry whispered, unzipping the case to look inside.

There was a large jar of Fleetwood's High Finishing Handle Polish, a pair of gleaming silver Tail Twig Clippers, a tiny brass compass to clip on your broom for long journeys, and a Handbook of Do-It-Yourself Broomcare.

Elizabeth took the other present and ripped the paper open smiling brightly to see the beautiful calligraphy. L'histoire de France. Now it didn't take a genius to figure out what it said.

It might not be a gift most brand new thirteen-year-old girls want but if you knew Elizabeth Potter you'd know that Elizabeth loved books more than the average teenager so Hermione had gotten the perfect gift for Elizabeth. The only thing Elizabeth loved more than her books was animals. Harry was always amazed at what creature she found cute whenever they ran into something truly terrifying from Fluffy the three headed dog they had encountered their first year to Aragog the giant spider they met last year. She loved them all. Even Fang, the slobbery Mastiff that was one of Hagrid's many pets.

Soaring through the room at lighting speed Lizzy and Harry ducked out of the way from the quick landing from a horned owl that the twins knew all too well. Sitting back up Elizabeth smiled brightly leaning her arms on the bed resting her chin on her arms as she watched her owl crawl under the blankets till it lifted, he was right in her face.

"Godric!" she whispered excitedly. She missed her owl.

He touched his head against hers before nuzzling her cheek in affection. He must have missed her as well.

"Where have you been?" Harry questions staring at the owl till he noticed the package on his ankle. There on the side he could see the familiar crest of a Malfoy.

"You've been with the Malfoys?" Looking over Lizzy untied the package from his left foot. Walking on her knees she reached for a treat and fed her precious baby.

Opening the letter first Harry and Lizzy knew that it was indeed from the Malfoy's.

Dear Lizzy,

Before I start I must say this; Happy Birthday, I've missed you these last few months. Your company is greatly missed. I hope you're having a better summer than I.

I apologize I haven't given you a call on the, what was it phone box? I forget what you called it. You see my father does not like anything muggle related. He would rather us write by owls instead of use the stupid muggle devices.

Did you hear what happened to Weasley? Father has been upset more than usual, believes that they rigged it. Not only that but he thinks it was a sorry waste that all that gold went to a disgusting family like them, only for them to waste it in Egypt. It's hard for me to say this, but…I'm happy for them.

I'm happy they could get to go on a trip like that. Don't let anyone know I told you this! I think they should have saved the money instead of going to Egypt but at least they got it out of their system. Hopefully they'll go back to normal. I just wish my father would stop complaining.

I wish you were here you'd know what to do. I'll see you on the Hogwarts Express, write back as soon as you can. I'd love to hear from you.

D.M.

P.S. I hope you like the present. Don't share with that lousy brother of yours.

Inside the parcel there was a box of sweets all looked homemade. The smell shifted up into the air and Lizzy melted. They smelled amazing.

Pulling out a cookie Lizzy gave one to Harry as they munched on the sweets together. Of course, Lizzy was going to share! She wasn't going to horde them all and not share. Harry was reading over the letter as Lizzy looked over the rest of the sweets.

"Huh so he thinks he can act sweet to gain your trust? I don't buy it. He's obviously up to something." Harry said grumbling taking another chunk of his cookie.

"Where are we going to hide these? Dudley will be sure to eat them all if we don't." Lizzy didn't pay any mind to what Harry said. It was obvious that Harry and Draco didn't get along so she knew this would happen if he read it.

Noticing Lizzy wasn't paying him mind he glanced over by the closet and back to the tin of treats.

"We could hide them under the floorboard," Lizzy looked confused for a moment. 'why would you put sweets under the floorboard?'

"Lizzy, it broke under your foot and you thought your ankle was broken for at least a week." Smacking her head from her sleep deprived brain. 'Of course,'

Around the middle of the summer over by the closet Lizzy was putting clothes away when the floor under her foot snapped down tripping her. The floor was still broken and if you stepped on it you'd fall. It would be the perfect place to hide their sweets.

Apart from their friends, the thing that Harry missed most about Hogwarts was Quidditch, the most popular sport in the magical world. Highly dangerous, very exciting, and played on broomsticks. Harry happened to be a very good Quidditch player; he had been the youngest person in the century to be picked for one of the Hogwarts House teams. One of Harry's most prized possessions was his Nimbus Two Thousand racing broom.

Harry put the leather case aside and picked up the last parcel. Nudging Lizzy she looked over and they smiled. Hagrid. Harry tore off the top layer of paper and glimpsed something green and leathery, but before he could unwrap it properly, the parcel gave a strange quiver, and whatever was inside snapped loudly, as though it had jaws.

Lizzy froze in slight panic, they knew that Hagrid would never send them anything dangerous on purpose, but then Hagrid didn't have a normal person's view of what was dangerous. Hagrid had been known to befriend giant spiders, buy vicious three headed dogs from men in pubs, and sneak illegal dragon eggs into his cabin.

Harry poked the parcel nervously. It snapped loudly again. Harry reached for the lamp on his bedside table, gripped it firmly in one hand, and raised it over his head, ready to strike. Then he seized the rest of the wrapping paper in his other hand and pulled.

Out fell two books. Lizzy leaped onto the bed, Godric bounced as her body landed above the floor. Harry just had time to register it's handsome green cover, emblazoned with the golden title The Monster Book of Monsters, before they shuffled rapidly across the room.

Harry followed it stealthily, Lizzy bit her nails nervously. What was that! She thought watching her older brother worriedly. The books were hiding in the dark space under their desk. Why? Because there was no room for them to separate.

Harry prayed the Dursleys were still fast asleep as he got down on his hands and knees and reached toward it.

"Ouch!"

One of the books snapped shut on his hand and then flapped past him, still scuttling on it's covers. Harry scrambled around, threw himself forward, and managed to flatten it. Uncle Vernon gave a loud, sleepy grunt in the room next door.

Hedwig, Errol, Godric, and Lizzy watched interestedly as Harry clamped the struggling book tightly in his arms, hurried to his chest of drawers, and pulled out a belt, which he buckled tightly around it. The Monster Book shuddered angrily, but could no longer flap and snap, so Harry threw it down on the bed and reached for Hagrid's card.

Dear Harry and Elizabeth,

Happy Birthday!

Think you find these useful for next year. Won't say no more here. Tell you when I see you.

Hope the Muggles are treating you two right.

All the best,

Hagrid.

Elizabeth looked over the bed glancing around the room searching for that darn book.

She needed to get it before anything else happened.

There, she found it. Hiding in the closet Elizabeth hesitantly sneaked off the bed and grabbed something heavy. She needed to hit it.

"Need some help?" Harry asked amused watching his younger sister acting skittish. It was very rare. Rare to find something that scared her anyway.

"N-no, I-I can do it." She stuttered out looking around the room till she grabbed a rag. Hiding behind the closet door Lizzy dropped the rag a few feet away watching as it skittishly wobbled out of the closet before devouring the piece of cloth.

Now was her chance. Jumping up she landed hard on the book, she could hear the little cries of pain before it passed out. Shaking nervously, she picked it up and rushed over to her dresser and looked all around till she got a belt. She only had two.

Copying what Harry did she buckled it tightly and placed it on the desk.

Why would Hagrid send those…those…things! Let alone not tell them anything useful about it!

There was only the Hogwarts letters left.

The twins noticed it was thicker than usual. Godric hopped in Lizzy's lap and felt her fingers brush over his feathers like he'd wanted.

Dear Ms. Potter,

Please note that the new school year will begin on September the first. The Hogwarts Express will leave from Kings Cross station, platform nine and three quarters, at eleven o'clock. Third years are permitted to visit the village of Hogsmeade on certain weekends. Please give the enclosed permission form to your parent or guardian to sign.

A list of books for next year is enclosed.

Yours sincerely,

Professor M. McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

The twins pulled out the Hogsmeade permission form and looked at it. Smiles gone from their faces they knew it would wonderful to visit Hogsmeade on weekends; but they also knew it was an entirely wizarding village, and they had never set food there. But how on earth were they going to persuade Uncle Vernon or Aunt Petunia to sign the form?

Harry looked over at the alarm clock. It was now two o'clock in the morning.

Glancing over at his twin he saw the worry on her face as she scratched the dazed owl in her lap. Talons digging into her leg she paid no mind. He would think of something to get them to go. If not for him but for Lizzy.

There was no point in worrying about Hogsmeade form now, he would worry about it when they woke up tomorrow.

Shaking her shoulder softly bringing her out of whatever she was thinking he gave her a soft smile. "Let's worry about it tomorrow alright, it'll be okay." Smiling softly Lizzy nodded. Godric blinked shaking his feathers out of his daze a moment after she stopped petting around his wings.

Letting out a hoot of disappointment he flapped his large wings and flew to the other side of the room to his cage so he could get some food or water.

Harry gathered all the cards and placed them on the nightstand before climbing into bed. Reaching up to cross off another day on the chart he made, it made counting down the days left until their return to Hogwarts. Lizzy took off his glasses and laid them on the nightstand throwing the blankets over his sister and himself he smiled.

"Not much longer." she whispered a small smile on her face.

"Not much longer." He confirmed. Only a month left and they would be back at school.

"Hey Harry?" she called out as she stared at her older brothers resting face.

"Yeah?"

"Happy birthday." He smiled throwing an arm over her waist pulling her closer for warmth.

"Happy birthday Lizzy,"

It was very different and strange for the Potter twins. Now, they felt just like everyone else. Glad. For the first time in their life that it was their birthday.

I'm so sorry it took me forever to write this chapter! I kept writing and stopping for so many days! Plus, work has been making me work longer hours than usual and I know that isn't a good excuse and that I shouldn't have any excuses.

I do not own any of the Harry Potter series. I own Lizzy but that's only because I like her idea. Thank you for all the wonderful comments and liking my story. I hope you all enjoy this story as well! I have so many ideas for this series!

I hope you enjoyed this chapter and will stick by me through the seven books of Harry Potter. I'll be back soon I promise!