Chapter 1

*Rewrite 6/19/12*

I sat straight up and in process hit my head on a beam. I had just woke from a dream where there was a man and woman, Mom and dad, then a green light and darkness, it would be weird. That is if I didn't have that dream for as long as can remember.

So, let me tell you a bit about myself. My name's Fire-lily, but I like to go by Fire or Demon that oozed out of the deepest pit in hell. I live with my horrid aunt, cruel uncle, and fat cousin. They are morons and uncle Vernon smells like he hasn't taken a bath in 15 years. Anyway, I live with them because my parents died when I was a year old in a car crash. But I have learned two things in life never admit to anything and never trust a Dursley.

I also have a twin brother, Harry James Potter. He has black messy hair, green eyes (Like me), glasses and a scar on his forehead (again like me, but mine is on my neck). He's kind of shy and thinks he's nothing special, but he's brave when he wants to be. Harry and I are close and living in a broom cupboard helps.

I love trouble, fighting, music, animals, food, and pranks. I hate bullies, walking places, and the Dursleys. They treat me and harry like slaves. I can't believe that my mother was even related to Aunt Petunia.

"GET UP." Speak of the devil she shall appear… as a skinny horse…human…ish…thing.

"GET UP" She said knocking on the cupboard door.

"NOW," and with one last knock left. My twin sat up in his bed and also bumped his head on a beam.

I smiled and heard Dudley running down the stairs, he turned around and ran back up and started jumping on one (poor stair, I shall mourn the death of the stair later.), "Come on potters were going to the zoo!"

I gestured to the door and told my twin, "Ladies first."

He shook his head with a slight smile and got up only to be pushed back inside again by our dear cousin.

"Stupid, Fat, spoiled brat. I wish I could punch him so hard he would go flying to the moon." I mumbled as I followed harry out to the kitchen. Harry took over the bacon while I sat down at the table. The Dursleys know not to let me in the kitchen, sadly they only make that mistake once.

I saw Dudley frowned when he looked at his gifts. He slowly wobbled over to the mountain and began to point his fingers at each and every gift that was set up for him.

Harry, standing next to me, looked at me knowingly, waiting for Dudley's typical tantrum.

"THIRTY-SEVEN PRESENTS!" Dudley shrieked.

I just asked stupidly, "He can count?"

"THAT'S ONE LESS THAN LAST YEAR!" he yelled again, ignoring me and stomping around the room, his face getting redder and redder as he continued. He looked like a tomato.

"That's my boy, always eager for more," Uncle Vernon said proudly, gazing up at his son from behind his newspaper.

"Food that is I mean what is he 180, 200 …tons." I muttered again.

"Duddy-dear, mummy will buy you three more presents in the store today, how does that sound sweet heart?" Aunt Petunia pleaded with her son, looking worried that her offer wouldn't be enough.

"O-okay," Dudley said through his false tears and had a smile across his face, making me roll my eyes.

Wow…I am related to a bunch of idiots, I thought.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU CAN'T WATCH THEM?" Aunt Petunia yelled through the phone.

"DON'T YELL AT !" I yelled louder.

The Dursleys were just about to go to the zoo with Dudley and his snotty friends, and there was now a problem. Ms. Figg had broken a leg and was in the hospital, so in other words she was unable to watch Harry and me while the Dursleys went to the zoo. Honestly, she's in the hospital why did they even ask?

"We could just stay here." My brother offered.

"And find the houses in ruins… again. I don't think so."

I smiled, happy memories.

"They'll just have to go then," uncle Vernon said irritably as he glared at us.

Harry and I looked at each other with a smile on our faces. We had never been to the zoo before, so this was going to be awesome.

It took about thirty minutes to get to the zoo, each one of those minutes filled with Dudley and his friends tormenting Harry and me. However, when we got there, all of that stopped when the animals came into view.

There were lions, tigers (my favorite. They're cute, even when they're mauling people), birds, alligators, and so many other types. The whole zoo was filled with all kinds of animals that Harry and I had never seen before, something about being locked up in a cupboard most of the time kind of prevented us from being able to see these kinds of things.

The most interesting animal we saw in the reptile house was a Boa Constrictor that was kept in a glass cage. It didn't really move, which is why Dudley lost interest in the snake after a few seconds of watching it. It was after about 5 minutes of watching this particular snake that it began to move.

It came up towards the glass and glanced at Harry and me.

"Hello..." Harry said.

"What's up?" I said to it.

It stared at the two of us and then it said, "Hello..."

I looked at Harry, wondering if the snake talking was just a figment of my imagination, and his eyes were wide open looking at the snake. It was the snake… cool. I've always thought snakes were awesome animals.

"Was that you?" Harry asked me and I shook my head, smiling at the snake.

"That wassss me..." the snake said. "I don't like thisss cage very much and wasss wondering if you knew a way out."

"Uhhhh..." Harry said. "Not really..."

"Sorry" I added.

"Well...it wassss worth a tryyyy," the snake said almost as if he was skulking.

"HEY, IT'S MOVING!" a yell came from behind me.

Seconds later, I was thrown to the ground and saw that it was Dudley.

Harry came to my aid to help me up, but I was too busy glaring at him. I hated him so much, why was it that if anything interesting ever happened, I was pushed aside like a rag doll.

A moment later, something very odd happened. Dudley, who had been pressing his chubby face against the glass, suddenly was falling into the snake's cage. Happy Days, Happy Days!

Aunt Petunia started screaming when she saw her son next to the enormous snake and ran towards him, but the snake wasn't interested in my cousin. He slithered out of the cage and went towards the exit.

"Thankssss," it said as it left the zoo.

"Anytime," Harry said back to it.

"See ya, later." I said to him and he gave me some sort of a smile.

Then we looked back up at the Dursleys who were panicking. That's when I noticed that the glass was there again, and Dudley was trapped inside of it. Happy Days continue. Aunt Petunia was hitting on the glass in a pathetic attempt to free her son and Uncle Vernon was glaring at the two of us. Happy Days stop, but I have to say whatever I did was worth it.

"No meals for a week," Uncle Vernon growled as he dragged us into the house and threw us into our cupboard.

"This is ridiculous," Harry said.

I smiled at him and pulled out food from my stash under my bed that I've had since I was 7.

A week went by, but we pulled through with help of my trusty snack stash. I found this to be a completely pointless punishment. After all, I never pushed my cousin into the snake pit, I'm not saying I won't but I didn't.

"GET THE MAIL, BOY!" Uncle Vernon yelled at Harry as he went to go into the kitchen for breakfast the day we were… released.

Harry stopped in his tracks and went to go get the mail and I followed him not wanting to be with the Dursleys for another minute.

"Fire, look," Harry held out a letter to me.

"What is it?" I asked, taking the letter from his hands and reading the address.

Ms. F. Potter
The Cupboard Under the Stairs
4 Privet Drive
Little Whinging
Surrey

"I got one too," Harry said. "What do you think it could be?"

"I don't know." I said as we walked into the kitchen to sit down for breakfast.

It was right when I began to open the letter, that, of course, Dudley had to ruin everything.

"HARRY AND FIRE HAVE GOTTEN LETTERS!" he shrieked and stole the letters from both of us.

"GIVE THAT BACK, THAT'S MINE!" I shrieked as I ran towards him and wrestled him for the letter. After a moment, I noticed that Harry had joined in on the attack.

"Give that to me, boy," Uncle Vernon said in a bored tone behind his newspaper.

He stuffed his face with a piece of toast and ripped the letters out of his son's hands. Aunt Petunia walked over to the table to see what the letters were about and shrieked, throwing the plate she had in her hands, which shattered on the floor. And to think they yell at me for doing it.

"What is it, Daddy," Dudley said, trying to peek at the letter in front of his father. Our uncle and aunt looked up at us in shock.

"It's our letters, give them back," Harry said, looking at our uncle.

"Get out of here-NOW!" Uncle Vernon shouted at everyone.

Harry and I looked at each other and at the same time said, "Not without my letter!"

"I SAID NOW!" he shouted at all of us.

I did the mature thing stuck my tongue out, kicked uncle pigmeat, and stomped out of the kitchen fallowing harry and duddy-dear into the entrance hallway of the house. We all pressed up against the door, trying to hear what they were saying behind it.

"This is an outrage!" Uncle Vernon said to his wife. "There is no way that they are going to the freak school."

But I would fit in perfectly, I thought.

"Absolutely not!" Aunt Petunia said. "We vowed that when we took the two of them in that we would put an end to all of this!"

"End to all of what?" I whispered.

I looked at harry and he shrugged. I opened the door slightly to see Uncle Vernon ripping the letters apart and throwing them in the trash can. I guess he saw me because he shouted, "GET AWAY FROM THE DOOR, POTTER!"