I was running, for what purpose I do not know all I could remember was my name at this moment, Bailey. The wind was sharp against my face along with rain hitting me like shards of glass at every second. I tried to tell my legs to stop I was going to get more hurt from the rain while trying to run then I ever would by stopping. Glanced behind me I tryed to make something out through the storm but couldn't see anything.

"Bailey. Bailey get up" I jumped off my bed landing on the floor with a grunt. My brother Harry was looking down at me with concern written across his face. I glanced around the room seeing that the sun was up meaning it was almost time for our 'Aunt' to arrive for her visiting. She wasn't really Harrys or my Aunt seeing as we were sent to live with our mom sister ever since the car crash that killed our parents. "hurry you have to get dressed" harry said trying to pull me off the floor so i would move faster.

I knew she would be here any minute lucky for me everyone seemed to like me even if they hated Harry. Like our Aunt liked me but hated Harry so I didn't have to do anything when she was but Harry was put to work. While Harry had to were our cousin, Dudley, and me downs everyone liked me enough to get me new nice clothes. I quickly changed into an outfit that my Aunt would like before heading down stares once I had heard the doorbell ring. Their she was in her overweight self and her stupid little dog that nobody liked as it was disgusting.

"Their is my favorite nephew she said coming over to me and pulling me into a bone crushing hug that took my breath away. "Look it how nice you look we will have to go shopping again" she said, I had gotten most of my clothes from her seeing as the people that watch over me would never get me new stuff especially clothes. I nodded in agreement as she was swept into the house by uncle vernon, who was one of the people that are supposed to care for me.

About mid afternoon me and Aunt Marge left the house and headed to the local mall to shop. We spent maybe five hours their just catching up and of course her buying me a bunch of new clothing. We had left the mall when Uncle Vernon came to pick us up and help us with the many bags of clothing that we were now carrying. Once we arrived home I checked on my brother who was cooking dinner for us and the dog, I don't even know if that thing had a name maybe it didn't maybe it did who knew. "Hows kitchen duty" I asked watching as he had put another spice in a pan.

"Just a joy. How was shopping with the witch" he asked that's what we called Aunt Marge seeing as we didn't like her at all. We needed a new name for her though seeing as that was a bit of a compliment as both Harry and I were witches too or warlocks.

"Well I play nice so I can get new things. I even got you something" I told him, which surprise him seeing as Marge would never get Harry anything if she knew who it was for.

"Really how did you manage that" he asked anding another spice I swear he is amazing at cooking after doing it so much.

"Said it was for Draco Malfoy" I said making him look at me strangely.

"Why him" I knew he was going to ask that after all Draco has been nothing but bad new to us for so long.

"Because Marge was impressed when I had to explain he was rich and all that"
I pointed out. Which was true Draco was loaded with money from his mommy and daddy of course by this he thinks everyone is below him.

"Well that makes since well better go can't be caught talking to the help" he joking giving us both a good laugh. I bid him goodbye before heading to get comfy at the table with everyone else and waited for Harry to bring out the dishes. While he brought at the second dish he nodded at me making me sigh but grab the paper from my pocket.

"Uncle can you sign this" I asked passing him the small piece of parchment.

"What is it" he snapped coldly at me it would have been worse if Harry had asked trust me.

"Nothing…. Something for school" I said quickly hoping he didn't hear the school part. Uncle Vernon might like me but that doesn't change his viewpoint on anything that is different especially Hogwarts.

"I'll think about it" he said and just like that we continued on with dinner like it never happened.

After we had all eaten Uncle Vernon had grabbed a bottle of wine and asked Aunt Marge "can I tempt you Marge." By now it was dark outside and we had finished our dessert and were now just all catching up.

"Just a small one" she said as uncle vernon started to fill up her cup and tried to stop. "A bit more" he continued pouring past the halfway point before trying to stop again. "A bit more…. Thats my boy" she said as uncle vernon stopped after the glass was at least three fourths of the way filled. She then took a huge sip, ok yup its official she is disgusting I mean really. "Aah. Excellent nosh, Petunia" she said once again taking a huge gulp of the drink and smacking her lips. "It's normally just a fry-up for me, what with twelve dogs" she said as her glass lowered to the floor letting the dog take a lap of the drink.

She glance up only to notice Harry watching from a chair that was at the counter "What are you smirking at boy. Where was it you send him Vernon" she asked turning to her brother. Uncle Vernon always tells people he sends us off to some boarding school where we stay in dorms so he doesn't have to deal with us.

In response Vernon said "St. Brutus's. It's a first-rate institution for hopeless cases." he said and I glanced at Harry to see him slightly frowning. Vernon doesn't usually tell us where we go to school so we always hear it in the weirdest of places like at a dinner table with our Aunt.

Lucky Marge didn't go on to ask about me she just felt like humiliating Harry today by saying "I see. And do they use the cane at St. Brutus's, boy?" I had to contain my laughter imagining harry being beaten by a cane for doing something bad.

"Oh yea ive been beaten loads of times" he said sarcastically once again almost sending me into a fit of laughter. I don't know why it was so funny to imagine your brother getting beaten by a cane but it was.

"Excellent. I won't have this namby-pamby wishy-washy nonsense about not hitting people who deserve it." She said oh god this isn't going to end well. She paused taking another really weird sip of wine before continuing what she was going to say. "Still. Mustn't blame yourself for how this one's turned out, Vernon It all comes down to blood. Bad blood will out. What is it the boy's father did, Petunia?" She asked oh god this really isn't going to end well.

Petunia was nervous you could tell by the way she was playing with her hands. "Nothing. That is… He didn't work he was - - unemployed" she finally got out after a bit of stuttering. This really is bad I could see my brother clutch his fists in anger as he was alway temperamental when it came to mom and dad.

"Of course… and a drunk I expect" she said, I glanced nervously at Harry even I was getting angry and if I was getting angry Harry must be ready to explode.

"Thats a lie" Harry yelled, great here we go the fun begins, I thought to myself as I watched Aunt Marge stop her glass from reaching her lips. Her eyes were on Harry one eyebrow raised in question, Harry doesn't usually go against what she says he does his best to ignore her.

"What did you say" she asked, great family drama.

"My dad wasn't a drunk" he shouted at her in anger. Here we go I thought leaning back in my chair with my glass of water in my hand getting ready for the show. I heard something shatter and watched as the glass in Marges hand disappear in a storm of glass. I turned to look at Harry but he didn't have his wand out and he shook his head saying it wasn't him.

"Oh my god Marge" Aunt Petunia yelled standing up abruptly.

"Not to worry Petunia I have a firm grip" she said brushing it off, good we don't need more attention drawn to Harry. Vernon was glaring at Harry he must think he did it but if he did he didn't know he did.

"You go to bed now" he said looking at Harry who was about to leave.

"Quiet, Vernon. It doesn't matter about the father. In the end it comes down to the mother. You see it all the time with dogs. If there's something wrong with the bitch, there'll be something wrong with the pup…" she said and I got up and was about to leave the room really now she's insulting both of us.

"Shut up. Shut up" Harry yelled at her only making me try to walk faster. Right before I left I was hit with something very small looking down I noticed it looked like one of the buttons on Marges blouse. I looked up at her to see her start to inflate everything getting bigger and bigger the seams in her clothes started to stretch and the buttons all popping off.

She starts to float up to the ceiling and bounces off of it and moves slowly to the open partch doors. As she starts to float up into the air Vernon grabbed her leg trying to bring her down with the dog biting his ankle. I turned away from the scene and followed Harry up to our room that we were forced to share. We both quickly started to pack our bags, its the twin stuff we both know what the other is thinking well sometime.

We started to drag are trunks down stairs only to run into vernon who was about to have a fit. "YOU BRING HER BACK. YOU BRING HER BACK AND PUT HER BACK RIGHT" he yelled his voice shaking the whole house.

"No. She got what she deserved. And you… Keep away from me" Harry said right back at him. Pulling out his wand and pointing it at Vernon to try to scare him but he grinned evilly.

"You're not allowed to do magic outside of school. They won't have you now. You have no where to go" he said thinking he was smart. Harry was having none of that though he was getting out of this house and I would follow him to the end of the earth.

"Anywhere is better than here" he snapped before grabbing my wrist and dragging me out of the house. I followed without question like I said I would follow him wherever he wanted to go even if that was out on the street.