Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, Twilight or any other things you might recognise. This will be the only disclaimer for the whole story.

A/N: At the moment I'm facing some sort of writers block for my other story. I already have the first 10 chapters for this story written. It is written in Samantha's POV

I was sleeping, dreaming about my parents.

How my dad shouted to my mom to get me and my brother away. The door that burst open. Mom carrying us to our room, telling us how much she loved us while tears streamed down her face. A flash of green light, an evil laugh. Mom's body falling to the ground. A wooden stick, pointed at us. Harry clinging to me for dear life. Green light and burning in my arm. I woke with a start, rubbing my left wrist. My scar, just like Harry's, was starting to bleed a bit. That always happened after dreaming about that night.

I quietly exited the cupboard. The kitchen clock said it was 6:30 in the morning, so I had thirty minutes before aunt Petunia came down the stairs.

The living room was decorated and in the corner was a pile of presents. Today was Dudley's birthday. They were going to go to the zoo. We, as in Harry and me, were coming with them because Mrs Figgs had broken her hip.

I decided to change and start making breakfast. I took my clothes from the cupboard, took a few spiders off them and changed in the bathroom. I put on an old skirt and blouse. My clothes were always things that didn't fit aunt Petunia anymore or were from the hand-me-down shop. I brushed my long, wavy black hair and let it fall loose on my back.

I had just started to make the bacon when aunt Petunia came down the stairs. She knocked rapidly on the cupboard's door. "Get up!" She said, and she walked into the kitchen. "Good, you made the eggs and toast. Harry will finish the bacon. Go sit at the table." She snapped. "Yes aunt Petunia." I answered and I sat at my place at the table, closest to the door. That's when Harry came in. "Don't let the bacon burn." She snapped at him while walking towards the stairs to wake Dudley. This is going to be an interesting day…

Dudley immediately went to search for the biggest snake in the zoo. It was sleeping. "Move!" He shouted. It didn't work. "Daddy, make it move!" He whined. Uncle Vernon started banging on the glass. Dudley sighted. "It looks dead. Let's search for the biggest crocodile!" He exclaimed.

Harry went to stand in front of the glass and started talking to it. At first it sounded like a lot of hissing. Later, I began to understand it. "So you never knew your parents?" Harry said in snake-language. The snake nodded.

Dudley saw the snake moving, so he ran towards it. He pushed Harry away and stood against the glass. Then something impossible happened. Well, not so impossible now, but anyway. Harry glared at Dudley, the glass disappeared, Dudley fell in the small pond and the snake escaped. I swear I could hear it say 'Thank you amigo', but that must be my imagination. I was horrified, and probably looked like I had seen a ghost.

The worst part of all was when Dudley tried to climb back out. The glass had popped back in place and he was banging on it. Aunt Petunia screamed and uncle Vernon glared at Harry with an 'I'll deal with you later' look on his face.

The stunt in the zoo gave Harry three days in the cupboard without food. Uncle Vernon wanted us separated, so Harry couldn't 'influence' my good behaviour. I never complained, always did as asked and never told unnecessary things.

The house had four bedrooms. One master bedroom for aunt Petunia and uncle Vernon, one large bedroom for Dudley, one medium-sized guest bedroom and a small bedroom used for Dudley's broken stuff. I got the small bedroom. They cleared it of the broken stuff, but kept the books in there. They thought I wouldn't read them.

So to sum it all up, I got a proper bed, closet, desk with chair and a small library all for myself. I was glad I got away from Harry. The cupboard was divided in 'Samantha space' and 'Harry's space'. He got three quarters of the room, I got the quarter closest to the door. If I went over the line, he would kick me. He hated me with a passion. Everything went fine, school was over and I wandered around the streets in my free time. But it all changed on a Monday morning...