Summary
"Why must i live with you two?" Harry groaned. "Okay, grumpy." we reply together, being the twin sisters we are. Yeah, did i forget to mention that we are triplets? Well, we are. With the same scars. Mine on my temple, Harry's on his forehead, and Hannah's hidden behind her black hair, on her neck. I'm the oldest of the three, then its Harry, and lastly Hannah.