So, I have two brothers and I fight with the younger one all the time.
Recently I got a Pottermore account, and since me and my little brother (his name is Rainger btw) are the nerdier ones out of the three of us, I convinced him to get one as well so we could take all of the tests and compare our results.
We took the tests and... let’s just say that you can see why we fight.
He’s a Gryffindor, and I’m a Slytherin.
He has a wolf patronus and mine’s a dolphin...
And our wands both have phoenix feather cores.
Since our houses are rivals, we started arguing over who has the better house, and he somehow decides that it would be smart to slap my hand really hard for no reason. Only it wasn’t smart.
Now, fifteen minutes before his near fatal decision, my mom had come in my room to check on us, and she was very pleased to see that we weren’t trying to kill each other. But she heard our voices, so she came back to check on us again.
(Just so you can get a better picture of the incoming scenario, I’m 5′1″, and Rainger’s about 5′7″ and very skinny. He also has very pale skin, short, dark brown hair that’s almost black, piercing pale blue eyes, and he wears glasses)
She opens the door to my bedroom, and sees me on top of Rainger, legs wrapped around his torso in a wrestling move (I don’t wrestle), pummeling his head, his side, his legs, and basically anything my arms can reach, and yelling this very loudly in his face: “Avada kedavra, Potter!”
I then realize that my mother is in my room, stop yelling, and turn to face her with my most winning smile. I say, “Hi, mom! Rainger made a very bad decision a few seconds ago, and failed to realize that short big sisters always win everything!”
She doesn’t reprimand me, which isn’t normal for her. Instead she smiles at the situation as a whole, and says to Rainger, “Don’t test your sister anymore, Rainger, you’re taller than her now! Get out from under her and come here!”
Reluctantly, I let him escape from my clutches, but not without reminding him, “Slytherin always wins on my turf. Always.”
And that is the story of how I almost killed Harry Potter, the boy who lived, except for he was born in 2003 and his name is Rainger.
