A/N: I don't know if something like this had been done before, but if that's the case, then I'd like to say that I have no intention of plagiarism in anyway possible.
And yes, I invented the whole "Johannes" thing. *insert smiley face here*
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
A Prologue, Or Something Like It
I looked weirdly at my mother who was crying as if someone had just died. She kept on saying, and I quote…
"My baby g-girl…" She sniffed, as she wiped her eyes with her favorite flower-patterned handkerchief. "S-she's g-going to… t-that p-place…" I rolled my eyes at her.
"Come on, Mom…" I said. "Maybe going into Hogwarts won't be as bad as you expect. I mean, after all, Harry's going to be with me, right? And what if Dudley got accepted too? I think you won't think of Hogwarts that bad…" I gave her a reassuring smile, but that, I found out, wasn't such a good idea.
Oh, right. Where are my manners? I've been blabbing about things and you don't even know my name. I'm Summer Jeanne Dursley. Call me Sammy, or Summer, for short. And as much as I am disgusted to admit it, Dudley Johannes Dusrley is, in fact, my twin brother. And yes, Harry "The-Boy-Who-Lived" Potter is our cousin, though the way my brother treats him is like the way he treats the kids he bullies in school.
Long story short, I got accepted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, along with my cousin Harry, even though my father, Vernon Dursley, tried very, very hard escaping the owls. Imagine living in a Hut-On-The-Rock which smells strongly like seaweed, had only two rooms, a damp and empty fireplace, and as the name suggests, was perched upon a rock way out to sea and during that time, storms mated outside. Dudley tried to pack his television, VCR, and computer into his bag the night before we moved. Stupid, isn't he? Sometimes, I even wonder if he is my bother at all.
And well, long story weird, Hagrid showed up and reveled that Harry and I were a Wizard and a Witch. I remember seeing Harry smile like he's been given the best's birthday party ever. Dad was furious at first. He didn't want me, to go to that 'mad-house of a school', but then I think the rugged appearance of Hagrid made him think otherwise.
Then, Hagrid spilled the beans about Harry's parents, Voldemort, and the 'Wizarding World' bit. And then, the next thing I knew, we were in Diagon Alley, and the people's eyes were upon Harry and Me (well, yeah, Me, but mostly Harry), buying things we'll need. I remember going into Mr. Ollivander's (He kinda reminds me of a mad scientist) where I first received my wand; it was made of Willow, 10¼", with Dragon Heartstring core and was making swishing-noises. He looked at me curiously, and then smiled. "I remember every wand I made and their owners." He said. "Each and every one of them." I stared at him blankly, smiled nervously, and said nothing.
Shortly, after we got our uniforms and books, we were back at home, as much as I hate it. The last month was really, really bad, especially for Harry. Dad and Duds, as I fondly call my brother, were acting like they have their periods. Mom, however, was still trying to convince me to change my mind, but I stood to my decision. Weeks passed by quickly for me, and well, here we are, in the King's Cross Station Entrance. . My mother was crying exaggeratedly, and y Father was sulking behind her. My brother was staring dumbly at the people passing by, and my cousin, Harry, was staring at us.
I gave them my 'ultimo adios', hugged and kissed my mother and father on the cheek, thumped my brother at the back of his head, and made our way inside the Train station.
One question filled my mind then.
How in the bloody hell can we find Platform 9 3/4?
A/N: So, what do you guys think? Is it good? Or bad? I'll update after the exams… so yeah. Till then! :D