Disclaimer: Everything belongs to JK Rowling

I've always wanted to do this kind of story, a series, and now I am. It's easier for me to finish a story if it goes like this. Anyway, this is first person, rare for a Harry Potter one as they are usually third person. I'm about to ramble, so I say now, enjoy!

UPDATE 3/30/15: I'M CHANGING THE TITLE OF THE SERIES!

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Finding Me: Year One

Chapter One

"Lily, Lily run!" The man yelled to his wife.

"James?" Lily asked, clutching two bundles of blankets and hair.

"It's him Lily, take Harry and Emily. I'll hold him off!" James yelled and Lily Potter's eyes become wide. She rushed up the stairs.

"Be safe Harry and Emily. Mummy loves you, daddy loves you. Be safe, be strong." Lily whispered to her son and daughter. A creak was heard on the stairs.

"Stand aside!" Hissed a snake like man.

"No, please have mercy!"

"Stand aside mudblood."

"No, not Harry and Emily!"

"Avada Kedavra!" And like that, she fell with a thud.

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I shot up in my sleeping bag and looked around wildly. It took me a second to realize there was no green light or falling woman, just the planks of wood that surrounded the cupboard under the stairs.

"Em'?" I heard my twin brother, Harry, mumble across from me.

"Sorry, bad dream." I muttered and he fell back asleep. I lied back down, thinking. I've had that dream before and it seemed so real but I couldn't place the people. One looked like Harry except for the eyes and the other had Harry's eyes. I looked like the woman in facial features but I had the man's black hair and hazel eyes.

I had long black hair and hazel eyes with pale skin. I was very skinny. Harry had unruly black hair and emerald green eyes with round glasses. They were held with a lot of tape. He was also pale and skinny. We both had a lightning bolt shaped scar on our faces. While Harry's was on his forehead, mine ran from my temple to my jaw. We looked nothing like our only living relatives, the Dursleys.

"Wake up!" Our Aunt, Petunia Dursley, shrieked from outside Harry and I's cupboard. I heard Harry groan and his sleeping bag rustle.

"You awake, Emily?" He asked as he put on his glasses.

"Yeah." I sighed.

"Hurry up!" Aunt Petunia said before I heard her walk back to the kitchen.

Harry closed his eyes as I changed and I did the same before we both clambered out of the cupboard and into the kitchen. The kitchen table and part of the floor was covered with presents. Oh yeah, I forgot.

"It's Dudley's birthday." Harry sighed while looking enviously at our cousin's load of presents.

"We didn't get him anything. What kind of cousins are we?" I whispered with a smirk and he snorted before uncle Vernon walked in. We went about making the Dursleys their breakfasts.

We set out the last plate a few minutes later when Dudley walked in. Well, waddled was a better description. His blonde hair was laid flat on his thick head and his watery eyes were zeroed in on the large pile of presents. Aunt Petunia walked in as he was counting.

"Thirty-six." Dudley said in a flat voice. Harry and I froze, so did aunt Petunia. All three of us smelled trouble. "That's two less than last year!" We hurried to eat our measly breakfast because you never know with Dudley.

"Duddydinkims," Aunt Petunia said quickly, "we will get you three more presents when we go out. How's that?"

"That will give me thirty, thirty…" Dudley scrunched up his face.

"Thirty-nine." Uncle Vernon said gruffly. Dudley nodded with a smile.

"Spoiled brat." I muttered under my breath.

"What was that girl?" Uncle Vernon asked sharply and I put on a sugary sweet smile.

"Oh, nothing. I'm just happy Dudley gets his presents." My voice sounded completely honest and he looked suspicious but didn't say anything. Harry looked at me in envy which was understandable. I was able to get away with most things because I could lie so easily. Harry didn't have the same skill.

The phone rang and aunt Petunia went to answer. She came back with a sour face as we watched Dudley open a fancy gold wristwatch.

"Bad news Vernon, Ms. Figg broke her leg and can't take them." She jerked her head at us.

Dudley's piggy eyes widened as we grinned in joy. I didn't even realize Dudley's in coming tantrum until it happened.

"They'll ruin everything! Don't take them with us!"

"Them have names." I muttered just as Piers Polkiss, Dudley's best friend walked in.

After being threatened about any funny business happening, we were shoved together in a car with Dudley and Piers. It actually started as a good day. Harry and I got a lemon ice pop each when the Dursleys couldn't rush us from the ice cream lady fast enough and when Dudley's Knickerbocker Glory didn't have sufficient enough ice cream on top, we got to finish it off. It wasn't until the reptile house that the dream day ended.

Dudley and Piers grew bored of the giant boa constrictor and left us alone with it. As we looked at it, Harry started to speak.

"Sorry about them. They don't understand what its like to be locked up someplace with no way to escape."

The snake suddenly raised its head and blinked at my brother.

"Can you understand us?" I asked curiously and the snake looked at me and nodded. "Hmm, well this is a new development in the strangeness that surrounds us." The snake looked like it was laughing by how it shook and hissed.

"I like you. What are your namessss?"

"I'm Harry Potter and this is my twin, Emily."

"Well, Emily, I am ssssending my little friend to you through a hole. Pleassse take care of her." Just then a tiny corn snake slid out of a small hole. She wrapped around my ankle.

"I will sssstay here until I can come out."

"Okay."

Just then we were pushed down as Piers called out. "DUDLEY! MR. DURSLEY! COME SEE THE SNAKE, YOU WONT BELIEVE WHAT ITS DOING!"

I glared at Dudley and Piers as they shoved their faces against the glass. Suddenly the glass disappeared and they jumped back. The snake slowly slid out of its cage and stopped in front of us.

"Thank you, Emily. Good luck Harry." He then slithered away, hissing and playfully snapping at the other visitors of the zoo.

"I will misss him. Well, except for hisss nagging." Harry and I laughed, not noticing uncle Vernon watching us.

When we got back, we were thrown into our cupboard with a promise of no meals for a week. The little corn snake slithered up my arm and wrapped around my neck.

"What's your name?" I asked. Harry seemed upset about something because he was looking at his cards instead of talking.

"I don't have one. He only called me child."

"Well, how about I call you Zuzza?"

"Zuzza? I like it. Now issss there anything I can eat?"

"Well, what do you eat?"

"I ussssually ssssnuck out after the place closssed and ate crumbsss. It filled me enough."

"Well I snuck some toast from breakfast, will that be okay." Zuzza hissed an 'okay' and I happily fed her small bits of bread. "You okay, Harry?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." He said though I could tell he wasn't. I dropped it though.

We were let out for meals after three days as a week could starve us. It was a few days later that something happened. As we were forced to get the mail Harry paused as he shifted through it. I looked at him and he handed me a thick, yellowish envelope.

Miss. E. Potter

The Cupboard Under The Stairs

Number 4, Private Drive

Surrey

"We never get mail." Harry muttered as we walked back to the kitchen. Sadly, as we were about to open them, Dudley grabbed them and handed it to his father. As he read the letter, his face turned to the color of porridge and he threw Harry, me, and surprisingly Dudley out of the kitchen

"What happened?"

"Don't worry, Zuzza." I whispered as we entered our cupboard. Harry looked upset again. "What's wrong? And don't give me that 'fine' rubbish."

"Why did you get Zuzza? Why didn't he ask me to take care of her?" Harry asked after a minute.

"Harry, we can take care of her together. All you have to do is ask."

"It's not the same. It's like I wasn't trusted." I opened my mouth to deny that but he spoke first. "Just forget it."

I frowned. That's the first time Harry had gotten upset with me. There was more, I could tell, but I let it drop and fed Zuzza more bread I had snuck. The next day uncle Vernon visited us in our cupboard to declare we were moving into Dudley's second bedroom. Zuzza was happier as she now had a dark, warm place that was more comfortable to hide under. My sheets. She hissed in pleasure as I stroked her scaly head while we were covered by the sheet.

The next morning another two letters found their way to Harry and I and Harry was still being moody. Uncle Vernon and aunt Petunia were treating us with caution. It finally came to a head a few days later when loads of letters shot from the fireplace. Uncle Vernon had us all pack our things and meet at the car. Zuzza wasn't happy about giving up the sheets but resigned to wrapping around my neck, under the collar of my shirt. Our uncle was acting mad, driving everywhere.

"Shake em' off, Shake em' off." He kept muttering as he drove. When we stopped at a hotel, the next morning, a hundred letters found their way to us and we were on the road again. I had no idea what our uncle was looking for but finally he stopped by a dock and left into the sheeting rain, locking the doors. He came back with a thin package and a messenger bag. "Found the perfect place."

That perfect place turned out to be a horrid shack on a rock in the middle of the ocean. It was storming when we got there and the fire he tried to start with the chip bags didn't work. Zuzza was very mad. When it was time for bed, aunt Petunia and uncle Vernon took the only room while Dudley got the couch. Harry and I were left to find the most comfortable area of dirt under the thinnest of sheets. As midnight approached, I drew a birthday cake on the dirt. Harry and I were turning eleven. Dudley's watched beeped, signaling midnight and I smiled.

"Happy birthday, Harry." I whispered. Zuzza hissed out a happy birthday of her own.

"Happy birthday." Harry muttered and I frowned but before I could speak we heard something.

BOOM!

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Zuzza is going to be fun to write along with Emily. Harry is being a jerk and it will get worse but I wont say how they pull through it.