"It's not what you look at that matters, it's what you see."
-Henry David Thoreau
"Ezra Lynette Potter I was named." I chanted into the darkness as if my life depended on it, sweating cold sweat... my dreams visited me exceptionally harsh this particular night. They have haunted me since I can remember only more vivid at times. More times than what I would want, I found myself collapsed in an alleyway on the nights I sleepwalk.
They always leave me feeling a strange foreboding, as if I weren't the person I am. My aunt immediately dismissed my concerns like she always did.
"Freak" she would mutter as she turned away.
Right now I awoke from one of those dreams to see a large spider looking right at me. I don't mind them much, I am accustomed to them since there are many in the storage house I live in.
Nevertheless I never became fond of them since the mere thought of something staring at me without my knowledge gave me chills.
My aunt and uncle, Petunia and Vernon Durlsey put me there when I started walking. My parents died in a car crash according to Petunia and I never knew them.
They make my brother and I do many chores around the house and call us freaks because of bizarre occurrences that Harry and I have done.
One time a teacher was being very unfair and the next moment her hair had turned a horrendous shade of pink and yellow and another time a car almost ran over me but I found myself transported out of its reach without moving a muscle.
The worst time was the man I had murdered in self defense, for he was trying to rape me. What alarmed me the most was my lack of remorse. I put it off as shock but 7 months of shock was a bit extensive. Not that he had been deserving of life considering the gruesome things he had planned for me and countless others. Nobody knew of it though, not even my brother.
I used to voice my thoughts on how I thought magic was real but the Dursleys and their son Dudley always jeered at me and said magic didn't exist.
I considered myself to have a rebellious spirit so I continued to attempt at "magic" without their knowledge, knowing that one day I would prove them all wrong.
My brother and I are twins, we might be similar in physical appearance with only eye and hair color being marginally different but that's as far as the similarities got.
Our personality was so different that it was laughable. I might have wanted to fit in and be like Harry before even if he was a misfit himself but I stopped thinking like that.
These close-minded people of the world were pathetic, they only cared for their own hides and attacked the different. If I would be fought with fire, I would respond with my own, and more powerful.
I felt like sneering at myself whenever I felt a rush of fondness for my brother, I never let any people in, adults didn't care and other kids were only snobby and wanted to show off. I had been through a lot with him and it majorly scared me to think someone could exploit my weakness through him but I would be damned if I let anything happen to us.
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"Harry pass me those cookies!" I hissed, since it was Dudley's birthday everything would be in a disarray in the kitchen, therefore stealing food would be easier.
I thought it was horrid that I had to steal food so that I wouldn't go through hunger pangs, I always saw mothers buying their children a good quantity of food but in this household the food went to three of its occupants and it wasn't Harry and I.
"Comb your hair!" Vernon suddenly barked at Harry, having entered the kitchen.
I couldn't hold in my snigger, maybe my humor was twisted but I thought it was funny, my uncle always seemed to say that as if he were a machine. I had the same texture as Harry's hair except since mine was long so it made it look acceptable.
"What did you say?" he growled at me suddenly very close, it was not a pretty sight, I could see his triple chin move with every word and his oversized face.
"Nothing sir, I burned my hand on the stove cooking your meal but that was all- sir." knowing that if I somehow added I got myself injured, it would make them satisfied, while putting my best innocent face.
Half yelling, "Well then get on with it, you stupid girl." he finally waddled away.
"Close one, except you were taking the bacon out and not cooking." whispered Harry
"Whatever, it's not like he would ever notice anything."
After we finished preparing the Dursley's meal, we finally got to sit at the table and eat the scraps we were allowed.
Trying to not show my sleep deprived face knowing that Petunia would take that as an accomplishment since she seemed to try her hardest to give us nightmares with the kind of voice she woke us up, I started eating my food fast knowing that Dudley was about to throw a tantrum.
"Thirty-six." he said, looking up at his precious mommy and daddy. "That's two less than last year."
"Darling, you haven't counted Auntie Marge's present, see, it's under this big one from Mummy and Daddy."
Aunt Marge was a foul bitch, her stupid dog grew a grudge when I had tried to strangle it, in my defense that dog had tried to bite me but apparently that counted for nothing.
"All right, thirty-seven then." said Dudley, his fat face reddening just like his father's did when angry. Or when they didn't understand something, which was often.
Petunia, obviously saw him going into a fit because she quickly interjected, "And we'll buy you another two presents while we're out today. How's that popkin? Is that alright?"
Dudley seemed to think, he was trying to do math but then again he would never even know what two plus two was. "So I'll have thirty... thirty..."
"Thirty-nine, sweetums." said Petunia.
"Oh... all right then." responded Dudley.
Sometimes I wonder.
Suddenly the conversation turned towards us, apparently no one was available to take us in while the Dursley's brought Dudley and his friend to the zoo.
"You could just leave us here." put in Harry, clearly hopefully.
I had zoned out so I had no idea where the conversation had turned, I did hope they would leave us home alone so I could hack Vernon's porn account which he had zero knowledge of that I knew.
Remembering that day made me shudder in disgust, I had been sneaking around the pantry, looking for food when I heard grunting coming from the living room. Curious I had stumbled across my uncle watching a horrid video of people doing things, while he stroked himself.
Luckily he had been to engrossed in the curvy form of the woman that he hadn't heard my noise of disgust. It seemed since that day, that he started seeing that every night since she could dimly remember hearing him groan as I crept along the shadows in my sleep induced walks.
Since then however, the malicious desire to either expose that to Petunia since she was oblivious and would be horrified or cancel his account had burned in my mind. It would be a small payback of what he had done to them throughout 10 years.
Alas, it seemed that it would not be happening today as they begrudgingly admitted defeat and said they could come.
"I... don't ... want... them...t-t-to come!" Dudley yelled in between fake sobs.
Well someone certainty wasn't taking it well.
Bawling his eyes out to his parents always did the trick however his friend arrived at that moment so he couldn't continue.
I sent him a nasty grin of my own as a reply to the one he had given us earlier.
As Dudley and his friend Piers got loaded in the car, Vernon got upon our face for the second time today and gave us and oh so scary warning about locking is up until Christmas if we did something "funny."
I suppose he did mean it, I had been shut in for three weeks, with Harry providing me with the meager food and water, he could find. It did keep me alive but the thought that the Dursley's hadn't checked to see if I was alive was not comforting considering three weeks like that could have killed me.
He gave a critical eye to my forehead, checking to see it my lightning bolt scar was covered up with the only thing they had given me: a one dollar concealer to hide the scar I have had since forever. They thought it was "freaky" and no one could have that.
Apparently I had gotten it the day my parents died in the so called car crash but unless some psychopath had gotten to the wreck before the police and liked carving symbols in the flesh of baby girls than I have no idea as to how I had gotten it.
A green flash did replay in my head but for that I was completely at loss as to what kind of car accident involved that.
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Arriving at the zoo was chaos with all the ruckus Dudley and Piers were doing. After entering Harry and I separated from them in case they decided to play "Harry plus Ezrie Hunting" which involved chasing and beating us up if caught. I felt a pang of pity for Dudley's future wife.
Unfortunately Dudley decided to head over to the reptile house were we where going with his company, so we were stuck with them for more time.
After rudely awaking a snake from its slumber they left.
The snake was staring intently at me when I walked in front of it. For some reason I wanted speak to him so I did.
"Hello handsome, where do you come from?"
I noticed Harry peering at me curiously but paid him no mind.
The snake seemed to like that though so he pointed his tail to a sign next to the glass:
Male, Boa Constrictor, Brazil
"I want to visit someday. Was it nice there?" I murmured.
He jabbed his tail again and I saw that he had been zoo bred according to another sign.
"Well I hope that one day you will be able to go, I imagine it must be-"
"DUDLEY! MR. DURSLEY! COME AND LOOK AT THIS SNAKE! YOU WONT BELIEVE WHAT IT'S DOING!" screeched Piers.
Dudley and him ran or more like hobbled in Dudley's case and pressed their faces against the glass.
The poor snake hissed at them when he saw the shove that had sent Harry and Ezra stumbling to the ground.
Feeling a sense of viciousness I wondered what would happen if Dudders ended up in- oh dear.
A good piece of large and thick glass had literally vanished. If that wasn't magic then I don't know what is.
Startled Dudley and Piers fell forward into the murky waters where a rapidly ascending snake had slept.
The boa constrictor winked at me as I whispered "Good luck, handsome."
Snickering I sat up as I noticed the glass had appeared just at the right moment when Vernon arrived to get his son out, it hit him in the face with a loud smack.
In between the riot I noticed Harry staring at me in a strange way, "What's the matter?" I questioned.
"You are aware that you were hissing the entire time, you technically just spoke snake language or something."
"No... I was speaking English" I trailed off uncertainty as he gave me a look that clearly said that no I was indeed having a conversation with a snake which should be impossible.
Splendid another odd ability.
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We both got thrown in our makeshift cells, Harry in the cupboard, me in the storage room with Dudley's old bicycles and whatnot.
No matter how much I protested that Harry didn't have to do with it, Vernon's unrelenting grip on our arms shut me up.
I miserably looked around the darkness, I liked the darkness, it made me feel comfortable and safe. However when I was locked in and I didn't have Harry's comfort with me nor did he have mine it made me feel horrid.
Not to mention having time to think made me remember more of the night my parents died, the memories that didn't match up with a car accident, it made me doubt the truth and doubting myself was something I couldn't stand.
I remember hearing high cold laughter and while that could have been anything I somehow know it pertains to the night of my parents death.
Not to mention the more I became enveloped in my thoughts the more vivid the dreams would come when I fell asleep.
It wasn't fair, 10 horrid years I had been living here with Harry and life was horrid. I didn't know any other style of living but I could tell there were better ways, nevertheless as I saw children out with their parents.
Outside we got shunned by the Dursley's as they tried to act as if they didn't know us in the rare times they brought us out.
A few instances they were forced to notice us at least when random people came up to us.
I remembered it vividly the first time was when I had forgotten to cover my scar and Aunt Petunia hadn't noticed either. A stout man came up to me and kissed my hand that day.
The next time, I wore my concealer but wiped it off when we got to the bookstore just to see when an old couple came up to Harry and I and bowed. That's when I knew that my scar had to do with something.
It had happened more times but every time these people seemed to harbor great respect for us even if we didn't know what it was for.
The Dursley's were the opposite, no matter how good I did in school, they had even offered to skip me a grade level or Harry which was so good in running in his P. E class, we would never amount to anything.
"But then again life isn't fair" a voice whispered in my mind.
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