Alright then. It's been a while since I've posted anything, hasn't it?
But I have my excuses. My computer completely broke and everything I'd written had gone. I'd literally already written all of this, and now I have to start all over again.
It's a disaster.
Forgive the fact it took so long, but there we go.
Also, because I'm 0% inventive, the title will just be this unless I can think of anything better/you guys suggest anything better.
Okay, I hope you enjoy :)
Chapter 1
For what seemed to have been the millionth time since Harry and Scarlett had gotten back from Hogwarts, an argument had arisen at number four, Privet Drive. This time, though, it was whilst they were eating breakfast. Their Uncle Vernon had been woken up in the early hours of the morning by loud hooting noises coming from the twins' room.
'This is the fifth time this week!' he roared, 'If you can't control those bloody owls, they'll be going!'
'They're bored,' Harry said, 'They're used to being able to fly around outside, if we could just let them out – at night-'
'Do I look stupid?' Uncle Vernon snarled, with fried egg dangling from his moustache,
'I don't think you want us to answer that,' Scarlett smirked, but wasn't heard as Uncle Vernon continued talking anyway,
'I know what'll happen if those owl's are let out.' he exchanged a look with his wife, or their Aunt Petunia.
'I want more bacon.' Dudley Dursley complained,
'There's more in the frying pan, sweetums,' Aunt Petunia said, turning her pale eyes towards her gigantic son. 'We must feed you up while we've got the chance … I don't like the sound of that school food...' she muttered, and Scarlett couldn't help but think that food was the last thing her cousin needed. He was only 12 and already took up half of the table.
'Nonsense, Petunia,' Uncle Vernon said, 'I never went hungry when I was at Smeltings-' he added, heartily,
'Quite the opposite, actually. He looks as if he ate the whole kitchen.' Scarlett said under her breath to Harry, who repressed a laugh, disguising it as a cough,
'-Dudley gets enough, don't you, son?' Dudley then grinned and turned to Harry,
'Pass the frying pan.'
'You've forgotten the magic word.' Harry said, and Scarlett froze; as did Harry when he realised what he had said. Dudley gasped and fell sideways off his chair with a crash that made the kitchen shake, Mrs Dursley gave a small scream and clasped her bony hands over her mouth, whilst Mr Dursley jumped to his feet, looking completely and utterly furious,
'He meant please!' Scarlett said, quickly,
'I didn't mean-' Harry started, but was interrupted,
'HOW DARE YOU THREATEN DUDLEY!' he shouted, 'I WARNED YOU BOTH! I WILL NOT TOLERATE ANY MENTION OF YOUR ABNORMALITY UNDER THIS ROOF!' they stared at their Uncle, who was now purple in the face, and let their eyes turn to Aunt Petunia, who looked even paler than usual, and was attempting to pull Dudley up from the floor.
'All right.' Harry said, and Uncle Vernon sat back down, watching the two of them with his eyes narrowed. Since the twins had come home from Hogwarts, their Uncle had been treating them as if they were a bomb about to explode.
Scarlett missed Hogwarts. She missed walking around the secret passageways with Fred and George, she missed seeing the ghosts casually floating around – she was even starting to miss the lessons...although not Snapes, mainly Flitwicks and McGonagalls. She missed the mail arriving by owl and the four post beds and the Gryffindor common room. She missed playing Quidditch whenever she wanted – at the moment her broom and books were locked away in the cupboard under the stairs, along with Harry's.
She hated it. She hated living with the Dursleys – and they hated living with her. They despised the fact that there was a witch in the family, and this doubled with the fact that Harry was also a wizard. Uncle Vernon had even gone to locking their owls in their cage to stop them carrying messages to anyone.
Scarlett sighed and looked around at their Aunt, Uncle and Cousin. She and Harry couldn't have looked any different to them – of course, Uncle Vernon wasn't their blood relative, however that didn't explain the stark contrast between her and her aunt and cousin. Aunt Petunia was horse-faced and bony, her eyes the lightest shade of blue, whilst her hair was almost black. Dudley, on the other hand, was blonde, pink and porky. Scarlett being the complete opposite to this in the fact that she was almost identical to what her mother had looked like. She had dark red hair, and bright eyes that lingered somewhere between her mothers bright green and her fathers blue, also having a thin, lightning shaped scar across her forehead – the opposite side to her brothers scar. Likewise to Scarlett, Harry looked nothing like their aunt and cousin, he having their fathers messy, black hair, and their mothers brilliant green eyes that were framed by his round glasses. When she considered it, it was a shock that she and Harry were twins – their eye colour and hair colour differing. Though, it must have been made obvious by their scars and slight similarities.
Scarlett wrote on the table with her fingertip, tracing a make believe pattern as Uncle Vernon cleared his throat,
'Now, as well all know, today is a very important day,' Scarlett frowned, there was no way he could have remembered it was her birthday today, could he? That seemed insane if he had, it was any wonder he even knew how old they were. 'This could well be the day I make the biggest deal of my career.' of course not. Scarlett went back to tracing nothing on the table, thinking bitterly about the dinner party their Uncle had been on about in the weeks leading up to. A rich builder and his wife, apparently, were considering placing a large order for the company Uncle Vernon worked for.
'I think we should run through the schedule one more time, we should all be in position at eight o'clock. Petunia – you will be-?'
'In the lounge,' Aunt Petunia said promptly, 'Waiting to welcome them graciously into our home.'
'Good, good. And Dudley?'
'I'll be waiting at the door,' he said, pulling a horrific smile, 'May I take your coats, Mr. and Mrs. Mason?'
'They'll love him!' Aunt Petunia cried, as Scarlett pulled a face,
'Excellent, Dudley.' Uncle Vernon said, then turned towards the twins 'And you?'
'We'll be in our bedroom, making no noise and pretending that we don't exist.' they chorused monotonously,
'Exactly.' Vernon spat nastily, 'I will lead them into the lounge, introduce you, Petunia, and pour them drinks at, precisely, eight fifteen-'
'I'll announce dinner,' Aunt Petunia said,
'And, Dudley, you'll say-?'
'May I take you through to the dining room, Mrs. Mason?' Dudley said, offering his overly fat arm to an invisible woman,
'My perfect gentleman!' sniffed Aunt Petunia,
'And you?' Uncle Vernon said again, looking back at Harry and Scarlett,
'We'll be in our bedroom, making no noise and pretending that we don't exist.' they repeated, dully,
'Precisely. Now, we should aim tog et in a few good compliments ar dinner. Petunia, any ideas?'
'Vernon tells me you're a wonderful golfer, Mr. Mason...do tell me where you bought your dress, Mrs. Mason...'
'Perfect. Dudley?'
'How about...we had to write an essay about our hero at school, Mr. Mason, I wrote about you.' that was the line for Aunt Petunia, and also for Harry and Scarlett. Aunt Petunia burst into tears of joy, hugging her son tightly, whilst Scarlett and Harry had to hide under the table whilst they laughed.
'And you two?' they composed themselves, before emerging,
'We'll be in our room, making no noise and pretending that we don't exist.'
'Too right, you will.' Uncle Vernon said forcefully, 'The Masons don't know anything about you and it's going to stay that way. When dinner's over, you take Mrs. Mason back to the lounge for coffee, Petunia, and I'll bring the subject around to drills. With any luck, I'll have the deal signed and sealed before the news by ten. We'll be shopping for a holiday home in Majorca this time tomorrow.' she found it hard to be excited over this, the Dursleys barely liked her in Surrey, so she couldn't imagine how they'd like her anymore so in Majorca. Unless of course they left she and Harry with Mrs. Figg whilst they were there...she shuddered at the thought.
'Right – I'm off into town to pick up the dinner jackets for Dudley and me. And you,' he snarled at the twins, 'Stay out of your aunt's way while she's cleaning.' the twins immediately left through the back door. It was a sunny day, for once, and the two slumped down on the garden bench.
'Happy birthday, Harry.'
'Happy birthday, Scarlett.'
'I can't wait to go back.'
'Agreed.' he sighed. It was silent for a few seconds and Scarlett suddenly realised something – just because she and Harry weren't capable of sending things out, that didn't mean they couldn't get anything from anyone else. They hadn't gotten anything from anyone. Not even a card. No one had even written all summer! Although, when she considered it, she hadn't expected Fred, George or Ron to write much – but maybe once would have been nice. She had expected a few letters from Hermione, but had received nothing from her either. Scarlett had been tempted to use magic to free their owls from their cages, but always decided against it when she got around to considering that she may be expelled. They weren't allowed to use magic outside of school. Obviously, neither Scarlett nor Harry had told the Dursleys that, it was far more interesting to watch them squirm every time either of them made a movement. A few weeks into the summer holidays, the twins had walked around muttering complete nonsense under their breath, enjoying the sight of Dudley tearing out of the room as fast as his short stumpy legs would carry him. But eventually, after they had been apart from the wizarding world so long, it had gotten boring.
She missed Fred and George more than she thought she would. She missed Fred's jokes and George's over protective nature – at least with her. She missed how sarcastic the two of them were. She felt like she hadn't properly laughed since she last saw them. She missed Hermione talking her to death about things she didn't care about until three in the morning. She missed Ron being...well, Ron. She even missed finishing off Ron's homework when he didn't quite understand what to do.
'What the bloody hell is that.' Scarlett said,
'What is that?!' Harry said at the same time. There was a pair of enormous green eyes staring back at them through the hedge. They sprung to their feet just as Dudley's irritating voice echoed across to them,
'I know what day it is,' Dudley sang, waddling towards them. The huge eyes blinked, and then vanished. Harry turned towards Dudley, whilst Scarlett continued frowning at the hedge,
'What?' Harry said,
'I know what day it is.' Dudley repeated, walking right over to them.
'Congratulations, Dudders.'
'Yeah, you finally learnt the days of the week.' Harry said,
'We knew you'd figure it out eventually.'
'It's your birthday.' Dudley sneered, 'How come you haven't gotten any cards? Haven't you even got friends at that freak place?'
'Better not let mummiekins here you talking about our school, Dudders.' Scarlett said darkly, as Dudley hitched his trousers up. 'Who knows what might happen.' she said, narrowing her eyes and smirking,
'Why're you staring at a hedge?' Dudley asked, changing the subject quickly,
'Well, I was thinking about what spell I could use to set it on fire,' she murmured, 'But now I'm wondering if a hedge would be the right decision,' she said, turning her head towards Dudley, before tilting it to the side, 'Setting a person on fire would be far more thrilling, don't you agree?'
'You – you c-can't! Dad told y-you that y-you're not allowed to do m-magic! He – he said he'll chuck you out of the house – you – you haven't got any friends! You've got nowhere to go!'
'Jiggery pokery!' Harry said in a fierce voice, 'Hocus pocus squiqqly wiggly -'
'MUUUUUUUUUUM!' Dudley howelled, tripping over his feet as he sprinted back towards the house, 'MUUUUUM! They're doing you know what!'
Aunt Petunia didn't find their moment as fun quite as amusing as they'd hoped she would, and they'd had to duck when she threw a frying pan at them. Then they had work to do. Whilst Dudley got to sit around doing nothing and eating ice cream, whilst Harry cleaned the windows, washed the car and repainted the garden bench. Scarlett stuck with mowing the lawn, trimming the flowerbeds and watering the roses. The sun was blazing overhead of them, and Scarlett was sure her paler-than-a-ghosts skin was burnt beyond belief. It was half past seven in the evening when, at last, the two heard Aunt Petunia's shrill voice call them back in.
'Get in here! And walk on the newspaper!' the twins gladly went into the gleaming kitchen. On the top of the fridge stood the pudding for the dinner that night: a huge mound of whipped cream and sugared violets. A loin of roast pork was sizzling in the oven.
'Eat quickly!' Aunt Petunia snapped, 'The Masons will be here soon!' she pointed to two slices of bread and a lump of cheese on the kitchen table. She was already wearing her salmon-pink cocktail dress. The two washed their hands and gulped down their useless excuse for a dinner. The moment they finished, the plates were whisked away. 'Upstairs! Hurry!'
As Scarlett and Harry passed the living room door, they caught sight of Uncle Vernon and Dudley in bow ties and dinner jackets. It took all of Scarlett's might to not burst out laughing at Dudley. Not as soon as they had stepped on the top stair had the doorbell rang, and Uncle Vernon's furious face appeared at the foot of the stairs 'Remember, one sound – one sound at all.' they crossed to their bedroom as quietly as they could, and Scarlett closed her eyes and collapsed on her bed, before turning over to see Harry – but there was already someone sitting on his bed.
A/N, I can't remember for the life of me if James's eye colour is mentioned? So I just said Scarlett's eyes were blue/green, because I figured it's unlikely if his eyes were brown that Harry's would have been green because browns the dominate colour yeah ok. Now back to crying over The Day of the Doctor.