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"Annabella! Harry! Come make breakfast!" A shrill voice called up the stairs.
"Coming!" I shouted back as pleasantly as I could.
I rolled over on to my side to face my twin brother, Harry Potter. Yeah, Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived, was my twin brother. It's funny how people don't seem to remember me, Annabella Lillian Potter, the girl related to the boy who lived. Don't get me wrong. I definitely don't want to be in the limelight like Harry, but a little recognition of my existence would be nice.
"Did you sleep well last night?" I asked my brother.
"Eh, I've had worse nights." He replied.
"Well, shall we brave the horrid Durselys?"
"I suppose so." He said with a sigh.
Even though Aunt Petunia didn't like that we were wizards, she still preferred me over Harry. I think it has to do with the fact she secretly yearned for a daughter. She would put on a show for my uncle, but when he wasn't around, she would talk to me as if I was an actual human being.
"Good morning Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon." I cheerfully greeted my aunt and uncle.
"Eh." My uncle grunted his reply.
"Morning." My aunt's tone was flat and expressionless as she greeted us.
I walked over to the kitchen and started on breakfast. Once it was finished, I grabbed some plates and handed a few to Harry. We silently filled our plates and brought them to the Dursleys then filled our own and sat down at the table; Harry to my left, Uncle Vernon to my right and Duddly directly across from me. Apparently Aunt Petunia wasn't very hungry. Tension filled the air as we quietly ate our food. I don't enjoy eating quickly, but I dislike sitting at this table more. I quickly ate and put my dishes away.
"Aunt Petunia, is there anything you need me to do before I head off to the Tea Shop?" I asked politely.
I worked part time during the summer at a tea shop down the road. It was a quaint little shop owned by an elderly woman named Mrs. Rosemary Robinson. Her husband died a few years ago of a heart attack, and she needed help with her shop. I preferred working to sulking around the house like my brother.
"Yes, start the dishwasher and the laundry." She said curtly.
"Okay." I said as I walked back to the laundry room.
There was a mountain of laundry piled up in the hamper. I sighed and quickly got to work sorting; whites, colors, brights, darks, jeans, delicates. I thought my head just might explode. After I sorted all the laundry, I walked back to the kitchen to gather the dishes and start the dishwasher. Even though muggle life was much more difficult than wizarding life, they do have some ingenious inventions to make things easier.
I jogged up the stairs to the small bedroom Harry and I shared. In my opinion, 16 year old twins of different genders should not be sharing a room. However, there might be a murder if Harry shared with Duddly.
"Why do you work at that stupid tea shop?" Harry asked me as I gathered my cloths and make-up.
"Why do you sulk around this damn house when you could get a job, earn some muggle money incase of an emergency, and not have to spend time here?" I retorted as I walked out the door and down towards the washroom.
I may be biologically identical to Harry, but when it comes to logic, reasoning and planning for the future, I was much more superior. When the time comes, Voldemort will advance, and if the wizarding world is dangerous, we're only left with the muggle world, hence the importance of muggle money.
I walked into the washroom and locked the door behind me. I stripped down to the nude and walked into the shower. I quickly bathed and got dressed. Mrs. Robinson didn't like the "racy things" my generation wore, so she gave me a dress she wanted me to wear everyday. It was cute for an older dress. It was ruby red with short sleeves, a black collar and black cuffs around the sleeves and buttons to close it. I liked it. I slipped the dress over my head, unbuttoning it was a pain in the ass, and turned to face my reflection in the mirror. My jet black bust length hair was still wet, but I didn't have time to dry it. I wrapped my hands around my damp locks and pulled it back into a pony tail. I opened up my make-up bag and pulled out some liquid cover-up and smeared some on my pale skin. Next I applied some powder cover-up to be sure I didn't miss any blemishes and finally I lined my bright green eyes with some black eye liner and brushed my lashes with mascara. I didn't wear much make-up because honestly it was too much work. I looked fine with only a little make-up any way.
I gathered up my stuff and walked back to my bedroom. Harry was laying on his bed staring up at the ceiling. I walked over to him and put my hands on my hips and stared at him until he looked over at me.
"What?" He asked.
"I'm leaving. Why don't you go to the park or something?" I questioned.
"Goodbye." He said.
"Bye…" I replied as I leaned in to kiss him on the cheek.
I shut the door to our room as I left for the front door. The house was oddly quiet today. Duddly was sitting in the kitchen watching television and eating while Uncle Vernon sat in the living room watching the constant news channel, and Aunt Petunia was out in the garden watering her begonias, even though there was a water ban due to the drought.
No one would care if I just walked out and left. They all knew where I was going, so I didn't even bother. They'd probably just yell anyway.
The streets were totally empty aside from me. It had to be about 35 degrees Celsius (or 95 degrees Fahrenheit for you Americans). It's definitely been hotter here before, but it was still uncomfortable. I quickened my pace slightly to reach the tea shop before I melted.
"Good morning, Mrs. Robinson. What would you like me to get started with today?" I welcomed the old woman as I walked into the wave of cool air.
"Oh hello, dear." She said weakly to me as I walked toward her. "Well I suppose you could start by taking the chairs off the tables and brewing some tea."
"Alright." I said while smiling kindly at her.
I quickly got to work. Even though Mrs. Robinson didn't mind if I worked slow, I preferred to get as much done as I could. I felt bad for this woman; she lost her husband and was close to loosing her tea shop as well. Business was not booming, and she could not afford the rent much longer.
The day went on as usual; a few customers here and there, cleaning and chit-chatting with Mrs. Robinson. The next thing I knew, it was closing time.
"Here is your pay check, Annabella." She said while handing me an envelope.
"Thank you, Mrs. Robinson." I said in reply.
"I really appreciate all the help you do around here, Anna. It makes all the difference. I just wish I could pay you more." She solemnly added.
"Mrs. Robinson," I started while taking her hands in mine, "this is more than enough. I enjoy helping you so much I would do it for free." I finished with a warm smile.
"Oh Annabella. Get home now before it gets too dark." She said while tearing up.
"Good night." I said and gave the old woman a tight hug.
I locked the door behind me and started for my, rather my aunt and uncle's, house. It was already dark. I didn't like being out in the dark alone. I think it came from the dreams Harry told me about and all the "adventures" we had at school, like our second year and the stupid forbidden forest! Stupid spiders…
"I'm home!" I announced as I walked though the front door.
"It's just me. They left." Harry said, appearing at the bottom of the stairs.
"Oh, where did they go?" I asked curiously.
"I don't know, nor do I care." Harry said with his usual summer attitude.
Knock, Knock.
Simultaneously Harry and I exchanged glances, and I knew we were thinking the same thing; who on Earth would be here at this hour?
I cautiously approached the door and peered through the peep hole. A man with a long white beard, tall pointed hat and oddly styled cloths stood in front of the door to the Dursley's home.
"DUMBLEDOR!" I squealed as I yanked open the door only to be shoved aside by Harry.
"Professor! What are you doing here?" Harry questioned excitedly.
"Ah, yes. Well I need a favor of you Mr. Potter and Miss. Potter shall be accompanying us as well." He said as he stuck out both his arms.
Harry quickly took Dumbledor's arm. I, however, was skeptical of what was going on, but reluctantly took his arm. I didn't like side-along apparition. It was so uncomfortable. When I could breathe again, I opened my eyes and saw a house I did not recognize.
"Where are we, Professor?" I asked Dumbledor.
Dumbledor totally ignored me and walked right into the house. Harry glanced at me before following after Dumbledor. Not wanting to stand out here alone, in the dark and unprotected, I followed also. I was not only shocked but disturbed and frightened by what was in that house.