I started this story a few years ago and my writing has changed since then. While the beginning may be a bit rough, I promise that the story will get better as you keep reading. I haven't had time to go back and edit the beginning, but I will try to after I finish the whole story!
Chapter 1-Year 1
Maia's POV
"Harry! Maia, get the mail!" Uncle Vernon shouts to us and I roll my eyes, standing up. I grab half of the pile of mail, and Harry grabs the other half. Sifting through it as I walk back, I hand Uncle Vernon his mail and come across one addressed to me. But that's not the weirdest part. The weirdest part, was that it was addressed to Maia Lily Potter, The Cupboard Under The Stairs. I look up at Harry, puzzled, to see that he has one as well. We both start to open them, when two beefy hands snatch them away from us.
"Mummy Dad look! Harry and Maia got mail!" Dudley screams and I glare at them.
"Give those back! They're ours!" We shout in unison. We tend to do that sometimes. And also finish each others sentences.
"Yours? Who would send you two mail?" Uncle Vernon sneers, and then looks down at the letters. His smug expression changes to shocked, as does Aunt Petunia's, who is standing above him, reading over his shoulder. They share a look and then glare at us.
For the next few weeks, letters continue to arrive, always addressed to Harry and I, but Uncle Vernon always destroys them. He even blocked up the mail slot in the door.
"Do you know what day it is Dudley?"
"Sunday," Dudley answers, frowning.
"Yes, and do you know what happens on Sundays?" He asks and Dudley shakes his head.
"No mail," Harry and I speak up. "Right you two are. No more bloody letters!" He sighs in relief, a smug look on his face. Suddenly, there is a rattling noise, and I look around, frowning. All of a sudden, thousands of letters shoot inside through the fireplace. Harry and I grab a bunch of them and dash towards the stairs. Uncle Vernon follows us and snatches them out of our hands.
"That's it! We're leaving!" He shouts, his face purple.
"Daddy's gone mad!" Dudley wails and I roll my eyes, glaring at Uncle Vernon. So now, here we are, in an old shack on a small island, while it thunders and lightenings outside. I flinch as thunder cracks through the room.
"You're alight Maia," Harry, soothes me and I nod. Did I mention that I am deathly afraid of thunder? Harry draws a cake in the sand on the floor where we're sleeping. He draws eleven candles on the cake and sighs.
"Happy Birthday Harry and Maia," He says quietly, and then we blow out the 'candles'. Suddenly, there's a banging on the door and I let out a squeak, before jumping up and hiding behind a wardrobe. Harry stands beside me as we hear the door fall to the ground with a crack.
"Sorry 'bout that," A deep voice booms and I clutch Harry's hand tightly. "Blimey Harry, you've gotten very big since I last saw you, and where's Maia?" I hear the voice ask and I lean forward a bit to see Dudley shaking.
"I-i'm not Harry!" He stutters and Harry steps away from the wardrobe pulling me with him.
"I am," He says in a calm voice and I cower behind him at the sight of the giant man. The man looks over at us and smiles.
"Course you are!" He says. "And Maia! You both have gotten so big!" He says, and I frown. "Rubeus Hagrid, gamekeeper of Hogwarts. Course, you both know all about Hogwarts," He says and I frown, shaking my head.
"What's Hogwarts?" Harry and I ask and Hagrid looks at us sharply.
"What is Hogwarts? You mean to tell me that you never told them about Hogwarts?" Hagrid booms, turning to glare at Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia. They start to argue about some things, and I frown.
"Excuse me, not to be rude, but why exactly are you here?" I ask and Hagrid turns back to me.
"Oh right, well, I'm here to tell you that, you and your brother are to extend Hogwarts, school of witchcraft and wizardry. Harry, you're a wizard. And Maia, you're a witch," He says and I frown.
"What? There has to be a mistake! We're not, there's no way that we could be, magical!" We deny and Hagrid frowns.
"Didn't you ever wonder where your parent's learned it all?" I frown, sharing a look with Harry.
"Learned what?" We ask.
"Why, magic of course! Hasn't anything strange ever happened to you two? Something you just couldn't explain?" He asks and I shrug. There was that one time at the zoo, when Dudley shoved us and the glass to the snake exhibit disappeared, only to reappear and trap Dudley inside. I zone out, trying to fit the pieces together in my head when I hear something.
"You told us our parents died in a car crash!" Harry yells at Petunia and Vernon and I frown.
"A car crash? A car crash killed Lily and James Potter? What a load right there!" Hagrid exclaims and Petunia scoffs.
"Of course I did. I knew nothing good would come with Lily. She was always the best in the family. 'We have a witch in the family! Isn't that wonderful?' But I knew the truth. She was a freak! And then, she went and married that no good, freak, and had you two and I knew, I just knew, you'd end up just like them. Freaks of nature!" She spits and I feel my blood boil. How dare she.
"They will not be going to that school and that's final!" Vernon yells and I roll my eyes. The next thing I know, I'm in a pub, with Harry and Hagrid, on my way to buy things for school.