Chapter 1

My life isn't something you would tell a child for a bedtime story, but as a way to warn them about the reality and cruelty to life and how the world works once you get past the nice little wall that your parents make to keep you ignorant and innocent. Sure nothings perfect, but my life never had that nice little wall. Sure it does have some good points, but that's it "some". There are only "some" good points about my life everything else is dark and depressing.

Me and my twin Harry grew up in number 4 Privet Drive of Little Winning and Surrey with our Uncle Vernon Dursley (who had a mustache little neck and he'd be in shape if round was a shape and worked for a company that sold drills), our Aunt Petunia (who had beady eyes, short brown hair and a long neck which would be perfect for spying on the neighbors which was convenient since she was the neighborhood gossip and probably the biggest clean freak you'll meet in your life), then finally our cousin Dudley who was 3 months older than us but was the biggest 10 year old I knew he was also the most spoiled kid I knew as well.

Oh how rude of me I haven't even introduced my twin or myself. Well my name is Lisa Potter and as said earlier my twins name is Harry. We were born on July 31st and Harry was the oldest by about 5 minutes. We both have jet black hair though I can control mine, while Harrys will never stay flat, we also both have emerald green eyes, were both skinny and small, (but that's probably due to the Dursley mall nourishment). We both look exactly the same except for some things like 1) is that were of different gender, 2) Harry wears glasses, I don't, 3) my hair is long while Harry's in short 4) I had an appetite that could rival Dudley and that was saying something, seeing as how he's the same size as a gorilla and finally Harry has a lightning bolt shaped scar on his forehead while I got a spiraled shaped one on my shoulder. We got those scars when our parents had died.

Yep, you probably noticed that mine and the Dursley last names were different, well that's because when me and Harry were one, our parents died in a car crash, we miraculously survived and instead of dieing we got those scars (aunt petunia says it was from the glass shards during the crash), ever since then we've been living with our mother's sister Aunt Petunia.

Now your all probably thinking well that's not bad at all, well hate to break it to you but those are the only highlights of my life, when Aunt petunia took me and Harry in, she made us sleep in the cupboard under the stairs (still do now), when we were 5 Aunt Petunia thought we were old enough to make breakfast for the family everyday (when we were 8 she included diner), we got all our cousins hand me downs, if Harry or I ever did something bad or something they wanted done that didn't end up perfect they'd beat up the other so that we would feel the guilt of being the cause of the others suffering (and it worked to), Dudley and his friends would beat us up and anybody else up for that matter if they tried to be friends with us. And not once did we celebrate our birthday, sure me and Harry would exchange gifts in secret, but nothing beats waking up knowing you're going to celebrate this special day with a family that loves you, let alone acknowledges your presence.

The Dursley were weird in one way though (as if the above isn't weird enough) if anything out of the norm happened they would blame Harry and me, like this one time Aunt petunia was so fed up with the way Harrys hair would always be a jumbled mess even though he goes to the barber shop every other week, that she just shaved it all off. I went to bed that night trying to lighten the mood by cracking jokes about him being Charlie Brown for Halloween (which was a couple of weeks away). Ha that house was awoken the next morning with my shriek. Harry's hair had completely grown back, my screech had got us a good beating. And this other time that happened about a month ago it was our cousins' birthday we we're at a zoo in the reptilian house.

Begin flashback

Dudley had just found the largest snake in the whole zoo, with our cousins nose plastered to the glass; he noticed that the boa constrictor was taking a nap at the time.

"Make it move," he whined at our uncle. Uncle rapped the glass but nothing happened.

"Do it again," our cousin ordered. Again the snake didn't move at the attempts our uncle made to appease his son.

"This is boring" Dudley complained while walking away.

Harry and I walked up to the glass cage of the snake, when it woke up he stated to raised its head until it was eye to eye with Harry. When all of a sudden it winked at him.

Harrys mouth was on the ground when he turned to face me I gave him an "I don't know why are you asking me look?". Harry turning back to the snake and winked back, the snake jerked it head to our "oh so wonderful" family and rolled his eyes giving an "I get that all the time" look. Harry was gaping while I was grinning like an idiot at my twin's reaction.

Nudging my twin, he gave me a questioning glance, which I answered with a "Make conversation, it's rude to stare."

The snake turned to me and started to hiss, I heard a gasp to my left and saw Harrys eyes open even wider than they were before (if that's even possible) and his mouth was almost reaching the floor. Harry was turning to face me when we heard a "dad look at this" coming from our right.

Next thing I knew Harry and I were in front on the floor and Dudley pressed up to the glass. I felt anger pulse through me,' who died and gave him the right to push us out of his way'. the next thing that happened, happened so fast no one saw it, one moment Dudley was leaning up against the glass of the cage the next their was a very un-manly shriek that tore itself from our cousins throat as he fell through the glass into the cage.

Scrambling up I noticed that the glass was gone and from the faint intake of breath on my left Harry did too. The occupants of the reptile house were shrieking in fight as the boa was making his escape from his confinements; pausing in front of us he bowed his head, which could easily be taken as thanks as he escaped

End flashback

That was a month ago. Harry still hasn't told me as to why he was so shocked when the snake hissed but I shrugged it off it probably didn't like me, I mean nobody else except Harry does so its no that weird if snakes don't like me either. Anyway I was right now in my last class of the school year with a substitute teacher, not the smartest thing seeing as we we're still in elementary school, but couldn't be helped seeing as our regular teacher Mr. Hunter sister had just died from a mugging 2 days ago, they had caught the guy but she didn't make it.

Harry and I where walking home from school laughing at a joke that a classmate of ours said and the reaction the class had been too funny. Any way we were just passing by an alley when we saw Mr. Hunter, just standing there with his back facing us

"Mr. Hunter." I called. He turned to us and I stopped, he had changed. Eyes that were once filled with knowledge now had a dead look, his skin now a sickly white, he had morning stubble signaling that he hadn't shaved that morning, and his clothing was wrinkled, all in all he was a mess. But that's not what made me stop, what did was that he was giving off a vibe that screamed depression.

The next thing that happened would torment Harry and me in our dreams for the next few years to come. Our teachers skin exploded and out came a giant balloon… thing. It was a purplish gray color with cannon like guns sticking out from all sides and angles from it, but the thing that scared me the most was that Mr. Hunters face was in the middle of it in an expression of extreme pain, with a huge black upside down star on his forehead. Grabbing onto Harrys arm to make sure this was actually happening. The thing started to float upwards near the roof of the alley.

Then the thing that was once my teacher took aim and fired.