A/N: I'm a cliché because I wrote a twin!fic and a girl!Harry. For Jasmine Potter, the face-claim is Madisen Beaty.

As I was working on The Calm Before the Storm: Year 2, I was working on this one, and I decided that I would focus on this one and work on both once I get to book two, on this one. That is, if anyone like this one.

Jasmine Potter wasn't sure what woke her up, but it interrupted up her weird dream about a flying motorcycle. She laid there on the bed, thinking about the dream again. She had a funny feeling she had it before, but she couldn't recall when it occurred before.

She considered laying there on the bed, but she knew that her Aunt Petunia would be coming over to wake them up. She crawled over her twin brother, Harry, to get to the area where she kept her clothes. Her clothes, that her aunt had oh-so kindly gave her, came from a secondhand shop and hand-me-downs from her cousin, Dudley.

She pulled on a shirt and looked at her lightning bolt scar on her right upper arm. Harry had an identical one right in the middle of his forehead.

One of the first questions that she remembered Harry asking was how he got it and one of the first questions she had asked was why she had a scar on her arm instead of her forehead like Harry's. Aunt Petunia had told them they got the scars in the car crash that their parents had died in, and then told them not to ask questions.

There was a knock at the cupboard door.

"Get up you two!" Aunt Petunia ordered and knocked on the cupboard door again. Jasmine rolled her eyes as she pulled on a skirt. There was another knock on the cupboard door. "Get up you two! One of you has to watch the bacon and don't you dare burn it! I want everything to be perfect for Dudder's special day!"

Jasmine groaned at the demand and thought, would it kill Aunt Petunia to say please?

"What was that?" Aunt Petunia demanded.

"Nothing," Jasmine replied.

"It's your turn to watch the bacon," Harry said from behind her. He was wearing his glasses and was already wearing Dudley's old clothes. "I did that yesterday."

"And it's your turn to set the table," Jasmine pointed out to him.

It wasn't much of a system, but it was one that worked. If Jasmine made breakfast, Harry would set the table, and the next day, they would switch. The only thing they did together was washing and drying the dishes and they also switched on who would wash and dry the next day as well. It was something that Jasmine came up with after many arguments they had when they were younger on who did what.

She looked at Harry. Although they were twins, they had multiple differences. While Harry's hair was black and stuck up in the back, she had curly red hair. Harry had green eyes and she had blue eyes. He wore glasses, but she didn't.

They walked together down the hallway towards the kitchen. On her way there, Jasmine stopped to eye the multiple pictures of Dudley through the years. Some people probably thought it was odd that they weren't any pictures of the twins, but that was a story that Jasmine didn't want to dive into.

"You can barely see the table." Harry whispered to her, pointing at the table which was covered with multiple presents.

Jasmine looked over at the table and pointed at a present. "He got the new computer that he wanted."

"He also got a new second television," Harry told her.

"He got a racing bike," Jasmine stated, pointing at the present.

"Why does he want a bike? We know that he hates exercise," Harry stated.

"I know," Jasmine said.

Dudley was very fat and he really hated exercise—unless one counted Dudley punching people as exercise. Harry was Dudley's favorite punching bag and his glasses were taped at the bridge, because Dudley frequently punched him on the nose. Jasmine, on the other hand, wasn't one of Dudley's favourite targets. Dudley usually just shoved and pushed her around; sometimes he pulled her hair, pinched her, and punched her in the arm or shoulder. It was Dudley's friend, Piers Polkiss who was the one who punched her everywhere else and chased after her. Due to the two of them, the Potter twins were very fast, but they were also small, probably from living in a cupboard for a decade.

"You better go watch the bacon before Aunt Petunia gets mad," Harry told her, bringing Jasmine out of her thoughts.

"Oh, right." Jasmine said and went to the stove to look over the bacon while Harry went to get some plates ready for breakfast.

Jasmine flipped the bacon over right as she heard, "You, boy! Cut your hair! You, girl! Brush your hair!" It was their uncle's, Vernon, usual morning greeting to them.

Jasmine looked at her uncle, "good morning." She looked at Harry. He had taken many frequent trips to the barber shop, but it made no difference. His hair was just untamable.

Jasmine's hair also seemed to be also untamable, because it was a mix of bushy, curly type of messy. She would try to brush her hair, but her aunt and uncle didn't give her a brush, because they didn't want to spend money on them. The only money they spent on her was on second-hand clothes for Jasmine, but that was once a year.

She was frying eggs when Dudley arrived in the kitchen with Aunt Petunia. Dudley looked a lot like Uncle Vernon. He had a large pink face, not much neck, small, watery blue eyes, and thick blond hair that lay smoothly on his thick head. Aunt Petunia often said that Dudley looked like a baby-angel—they often thought that Dudley looked like a pig wearing a wig.

Jasmine scooped out the eggs onto a plate while Harry went to set it on the table, which seemed hard because there were lots of presents on the table. While the food was taken care of, she made her and Harry a plate, before going to sit down at the table with Harry.

Dudley was counting the presents and then his face fell, "Thirty-six. That's two less than last year."

Jasmine looked at Harry and arched an eyebrow. Harry looked surprised that Dudley had done the math in his head like that.

"Darling, you haven't counted Auntie Marge's present, see, its here under this big one from Mummy and Daddy," Aunt Petunia said.

"All right, thirty-seven then," Dudley said, going red in the face.

Uh-oh, Jasmine thought and looked at Harry, who started wolfing his bacon. She started wolfing down the eggs as fast as she can, in case Dudley flipped the table over again, like he did last year, and the year before that…

"And we'll buy you another two presents while we're out today. How's that, popkin? Two more presents. Is that all right?" Aunt Petunia tried to soothe, noticing the oncoming Dudley-Tantrum.

Dudley thought for a moment, which, in Jasmine's opinion, looked like difficult. He said slowly, "So I'll have thirty…thirty…" He looked at the Potters and pointed at Jasmine, "You! How much is that?"

Jasmine managed to swallow her food before saying, "thirty-nine. You'll have thirty-nine presents." After her and Harry finished eating, they went to the sink to wash the dishes, while Dudley tore into his presents.

Every now and then, Jasmine would look her shoulder to see what he got. He got a racing bike, video camera, remote control aeroplane, sixteen computer games, and a VCR. She passed the frying pan to Harry to dry, when the phone rang and Aunt Petunia went to answer it. Jasmine was passing the last dish to Harry, she heard footsteps enter the kitchen.

"Bad news, Vernon," Aunt Petunia stated grimly. "Mrs Figg's broken her leg. She can't take them."

Jasmine looked at them, "We have n—"

Harry tapped her ankle with his foot as a warning.

At least they didn't have to go to Mrs Figgs' place because it would be an entire year before they saw pictures of Fluffy, Snowy, Mr Paws, and Tibbles again or put up with the cabbage smell that the house emitted.

Maybe they would get lucky and stay behind for Dudley's birthday. She would be able to read, or maybe they can watch what they wanted on the television, and maybe she might have time to have a go on Dudley's computer.

"We can phone Marge," Uncle Vernon suggested.

"Don't be silly, Vernon, she hates them," Aunt Petunia snapped.

Aunt Marge actually loathed them and would never watch them again, not after what happened last time. It was actually her fault, not Harry's. She was positive that Marge hadn't told Aunt Petunia about that.

"What about what's-her-name…your friend…Yvonne?" Uncle Vernon asked, sounding desperate.

"She's on vacation in Majorca!" Aunt Petunia snapped again, as if he shouldn't have suggested imposing the twins on her friends.

Jasmine and Harry looked at each other. Harry looked back at the Dursleys as he suggested, "How about you leave us here?"

Jasmine looked at Petunia who was making a face like she swallowed something sour. Sure, she was hoping the same thing, but she knew that they should've treaded lightly on the subject.

"And come back to find the house in ruins?" Aunt Petunia snarled out at Harry.

Jasmine turned to face her aunt head on. "Don't yell—"

"We won't blow up the house." Harry cut in quickly and gave Jasmine a warning look.

"I suppose we can take them to the zoo and leave them in the car…" Aunt Petunia continued, as if she didn't hear them.

"The car's new, I won't have them sitting in it alone," Uncle Vernon said.

Jasmine looked at Harry, wondering what their aunt and uncle were going to do with them.

Their aunt and uncle didn't have time to argue over them because Piers Polkiss arrived, and the Dursleys had no choice but to take them.

When they headed outside, Uncle Vernon pulled the Potters to the side. "Now listen here, I'm warning you two. No funny business or you both will be in that cupboard till Christmas."

"I understand," Jasmine replied, glumly.

"We won't do anything, honestly," Harry stated.

"Get in the car," Vernon ordered, as if he didn't hear them. It wasn't a surprise that he didn't listen to them. It really wasn't their fault that strange things happened to them.

Jasmine had no clue how four kids were going to fit in the car since Dudley wasn't very skinny. However, since the Potters were smaller they managed to fit in the car. She was next to the door while Harry was on the other side of her. She was positive that it was because Harry didn't want her to be next to Piers, who would pull on her hair, pinch her, or punch her in the arm and thigh.

Harry protects her and she protects him; that's how it would always be.

Jasmine looked at Harry as a motorcycle went by. It reminded her of the motorcycle dreams that they sometimes both have and she looked at Harry. "I just remembered that I had that dream about the flying motorcycle again."

"Motorcycles don't fly!" Uncle Vernon shouted at Jasmine, who was stunned that she had gotten yelled at over a dream. She blinked back tears as Piers and Dudley started sniggering.

"She knows that they don't," Harry stated, loudly. "It was a dream." Vernon went back to doing what he does best; ignoring them.

When they got to the zoo, Dudley and Piers went straight to a van where a lady was selling ice-cream near the entrance.

"Leave it to Dudley to find food," Harry whispered to Jasmine.

Jasmine was to busy staring enviously at the happy families to crack a joke about it. She knew she shouldn't be jealous of the happy families, but she couldn't help it. Didn't she and Harry deserve happiness by being raised by loving parents? Didn't they deserve going to a zoo with parents who loved them? Didn't they deserve actual bedrooms instead of a cupboard under the stairs? What did they do to get stuck with a horrid aunt and uncle, along with a spoiled rotten older cousin?

Harry grabbed her arm and led her to the Dursleys and Piers. The lady had given Dudley and Piers large, chocolate ice-creams. Jasmine wanted to get a vanilla ice cream, but she knew the Dursleys wouldn't get her anything.

The lady noticed the twins and smiled at them, "What do you two dears want?"

Jasmine looked at the woman, "I want—"

"The both of them will take lemon ice pops," Vernon stated quickly. The woman seemed a little confused at the interruption, but got the Potter twins the cheap lemon ice pops anyway.

As they entered the zoo, Harry opened his ice pop and licked it. He shrugged and looked at Jasmine, "It's not that bad."

Jasmine tried her lemon pop and shrugged too. "I guess so, but it could be better."

They went to look at the gorilla exhibit and Harry pointed at a gorilla that was scratching its head. He leaned towards her and whispered, "That one looks like Dudley, except it's not blond."

Jasmine laughed, causing Piers to come over and pull her hair. She screamed in surprise and dropped her ice pop.

Harry glared Piers and started to say, "Don't pull—" but was silenced with a glare from Jasmine. With their luck, Uncle Vernon would punish them for ruining Dudley's special day because she screamed.

"Let's keep going." Aunt Petunia stated, giving a warning glare at Jasmine for attracting attention. They kept walking, going to see whatever animals Dudley wanted to see first.

Despite the rude awakening, getting yelled at by Uncle Vernon, getting a cheap lemon pop, and getting her hair get pulled by Piers, it seemed like Harry was starting to enjoy himself. He made sure to walk a little further away from the Dursleys and Piers, just in case Dudley and Piers got bored from looking at the animals, and relegate to either punching him or shoving Jasmine around.

"I'm hungry!" Dudley declared.

Jasmine leaned over to her brother and whispered, "He's always hungry."

Harry laughed and Dudley looked at them, as if wondering what was funny. The both of them tried to look innocent.

They ate at the zoo restaurant, where they had gotten the cheapest thing on the menu. When Dudley threw a fit that his knickerbocker glory didn't have enough ice cream on top, the Potter twins were allowed to finish it while Uncle Vernon had gotten Dudley a new one.

Jasmine had a feeling that this wasn't going to last, because when good things happen to her, something terrible would come along. One time, Jasmine had actually befriended a boy named Kyle, but Dudley and his gang had done something to Kyle, which resulted in him suddenly switching schools or moving half-way across Great Britain. That friendship lasted two days.

After lunch, Dudley wanted to go to the reptile house because he and Piers wanted to see huge, poisonous cobras, and thick, man-crushing pythons.

When they got there, Dudley and Piers went to find the largest snake; Jasmine was content by looking at the turtles instead of the snakes, since she wasn't a big fan of them. At least the turtles couldn't eat or kill her.

Someone ran up behind and grabbed her shoulder. "Jazz, come look at this." Harry sounded giddy.

She looked at him, "Look at what?"

"You got to see what this snake is doing." Harry replied, grabbing her arm again. "Come on." He started pulling her somewhere.

"Harry, you know I don't like snakes." Jasmine stated, trying to stand her ground. "I'd rather look at the turtles." She pulled back, but Harry pulled her forward.

"It's just for a few minutes. You can continue staring at the turtles for as long as you please," Harry replied.

"Okay, fine," Jasmine said. She allowed Harry to lead her to the exhibit where the snake was being held. She noticed that the placard said something about how it was a Brazilian Boa Constrictor and saw that it was staring up at Harry.

"I brought my sister, Jasmine." Harry said, motioning to Jasmine. The Boa Constrictor looked at her, then back at Harry.

Dudley appeared and pushed Jasmine out of the way, "move it, you." She stumbled and hit the concrete floor, scrapping her knees and palms.

Harry ran over and crouched down to check on her. "Are you okay?" He glared at Dudley and Jasmine noticed that it looked like the glass of the case had vanished. She gasped in shock. Dudley went tumbling headfirst in the cage and unfortunately the boa constrictor had gotten loose, judging from the other people screaming and running for the exits. She got up and ran with the crowd towards the exit.

I don't want to be that thing's lunch! She thought panicking. It took her a few minutes to realize that she left Harry behind. She stopped to glance back to see the boa constrictor slithering past him and saw that it was heading for her!

She started running and was halfway to the exit when someone grabbed her by the back of her shirt and she screamed, trying to wiggle free. Unfortunately, there was screaming and crying, drowning her screams. She noticed that it was Aunt Petunia and she wasn't sure what was worse; the snake or her aunt. She was led back to where Uncle Vernon had Harry by the collar of his shirt, and Dudley was still in the exhibit.

All Jasmine can hear is the keeper of the reptile house asking where the glass had gone.

They were brought in the zoo director's office, while Uncle Vernon threatened to sue the zoo, a woman bandaged up Jasmine's knee, because she realized that it was bleeding from getting shoved to the ground. The director had given Aunt Petunia some strong, sweet tea, and had brought in a tray of biscuits for the kids. Uncle Vernon had intervened by taking the tray to give to Dudley and Piers.

Luckily, Jasmine had quick reflexes and had snatched a biscuit from the tray. She broke it in half and gave the larger half to Harry, who gave her a small smile in thanks.

The director appeased the Dursleys by giving them year round free memberships, but Jasmine knew that Dursleys would never take her and Harry back to the zoo.

They were soon back in the car. Dudley was saying how the boa constrictor nearly bit his leg off and Piers was swearing that it nearly squeezed him to death. Harry and Jasmine looked at each other. She rolled her eyes at how dramatic they were being.

"Hey, weren't you two talking to it?" Piers asked, shoving his elbow into Harry's ribs, pushing him into Jasmine. She glared at Piers, wanting to find some way to get back at him for hurting her brother. She just didn't know how at the moment. Maybe she can give him all the wrong answers on her tests because he copies off of her.

She noticed that Uncle Vernon had tightened his grip on the steering wheel and waited until Piers got out of the car and in his home, before Vernon started on ranting at them, but he sounded incoherent to Jasmine. When they got inside Number 4, Vernon managed to splutter out, "Explanation! Now!"

Jasmine grabbed Harry's arm in fear. "I don't know what happened. I'm being honest."

"Yeah, the glass disappeared like magic," Harry stated.

Vernon's face turned purple and Jasmine dragged Harry to their cupboard. She heard Vernon shout something as she closed the door. She pressed her ear against the door, hearing what sounded like their aunt rummaging around for a bottle of brandy. She looked at Harry, who was sitting on the bed. "Did you manage to hear what he said?"

"I think he said something about no meals," Harry replied.

Jasmine sighed and went to sit down next to him. "Why is it that when something odd happens to us, we get punished?"

Before Harry can answer, the grate to their cupboard slid open and Vernon hissed menacingly, "There's no such thing as magic." The grate closed again and they were left in darkness.

A/N: I'm not sure how this going to take, but if anyone likes it so far, updates might be erratic, because I'm currently moving and the new house doesn't have internet.

I was inspired by the fics: Lost Along The Way: The Beginning by January Lily and The Potter Twins and the Sorcerer's Stone by AoiKuroNekoSan.