New story, woohoo, and this time, Harry's a big brother.

I do not own Harry Potter.

Cramped

Harry Potter was an ordinary ten year old boy, well, as ordinary as one can get when they're forced to sleep in the cupboard under the stairs; especially when his sisters were forced to sleep there too. Harry was the oldest of three Potters, sleeping on his left was his twin sister Jade, and on his right was their 11 month younger sister Rose. Harry lay on his back, staring at the underside of the staircase; he was finding it awkward to sleep with the fresh scars on his back.

The Potter's life at the Dursleys was awful. They were treated like slaves, called freaks and belittled constantly. Sometimes they wished that some long lost relative would come and take them away, but the Dursleys were their only living relatives, so their hope had faded over the years. They were quite pessimistic about the world for young children.

Dudley, their only cousin, had recently had his eleventh birthday, and there was no better way to show the differences in how the kids were treated than to show how spoiled the fat boy truly was. Roses birthday, which was on the twenty sixth of June, just before Dudley's, had been ignored. On Dudley's birthday, the first of July, Harry had had to cook the breakfast, while Jade laid the table and Rose stacked the literal mountain of presents, all ready for the birthday boy to charge down the stairs. And after breakfast, of which they had the most minimal amount whilst Dudley cleared three plates full, they had had to clean up.

The day hadn't been all bad, they had gotten to go to the zoo, seeing as their usual babysitter, Mrs Figg, had broken her leg. Harry had managed to upset their uncle right off the bat however, when he mentioned having a dream about a flying motorcycle, he wouldn't make that mistake again. The day had been going so well, they had even managed to get a lemon ice lolly each; then came the reptile house. Rose didn't like snakes and had opted to stay outside and Jade had volunteered to stay outside with her, so it was just Harry who accompanied the Dursleys into the dark, damp, cold building, though in hindsight, he probably should have stayed outside with his sisters.

The incident that had happened with the Boa Constrictor earned Harry his longest and most painful punishment ever. He hadn't gone to school for the last two weeks because someone might have noticed his bruises or scars. It was another two weeks after school had ended when he was finally allowed out of the cupboard. That was four weeks of eating nothing but the stale bread and water that was shoved at him three times a day and having to pee in a bucket that was kept in the far corner.

Then those letters had arrived that very morning, the twenty fifth of July, one for him and one for Jade. He had stared at his while in the hall. To Mr Harry James Potter it had said, he'd never known his middle name was James, hell, he hadn't known his name was Harry Potter until he had to go to school, it was the same for his sisters. He had looked at his sister's letter and discovered that her middle name was Lily, but there wasn't one for Rose. Of course that was the perfect time for his senses to leave him. Instead of hiding the letters he'd taken them into the kitchen, where his cousin had seen them and his uncle had confiscated them.

His uncle had dragged them into the living room after conversing with their aunt. He had given them a lecture about receiving mail from strangers and called them freaks again. Jade had said something that angered their uncle, Harry didn't remember what it was, and Vernon had gone to backhand her across the face. Harry knew that she was heading for a beating and threw a cushion from the armchair at his uncle. It worked too; his uncle was uninjured and was now gunning for him instead. Petunia had dragged his sisters off and locked them in the cupboard while Vernon proceeded to beat the crap out of him. Harry had been thrown into the cupboard about twenty minutes later and his sisters had tried to help him, despite the minimal lighting. Harry didn't care about the pain though, as long as his sisters were safe, and so here they were, cramped in a cupboard.

That was how it worked with the Potters, Harry had the most scars, Rose had the least and Jade was somewhere in the middle. Harry took the brunt of the beatings, but he couldn't take them all. Both twins ran interference for Rose though, but again, they couldn't stop every beating that happened.

Harry had many questions running through his head. Who had written those letters? What was Rose's middle name? Why would anyone want to write to them? Harry shifted on the bed and closed his eyes to try to get some sleep.

Harry woke up the next morning and blinked his eyes open. Emerald green eyes stared into identical eyes and he jerked slightly, Jade was staring at him.

"You ok?" she asked, her voice full of concern. He nodded and she sighed in relief. Jade looked like Harry in a lot of ways. They both had emerald green eyes and messy black hair. They were both small and skinny, though that might've been because they grew up in a cupboard. They had the same nose and they definitely had the same look in their eye when they were determined, or just plain mischievous. Rose was almost exactly the same, except for her hair, she had red hair instead.

The door to their cupboard was yanked open and all three Potters jerked away from the light. They could see their uncle standing there, forcing a smile, and behind him in the living room they could see their aunt ripping up more of those thick letters.

"We want our letters," stated Jade.

"They weren't meant for you, they were addressed by mistake, I have destroyed them." Jade snorted, if those letters weren't actually meant for them her uncle wouldn't have destroyed them, he really needed to work on his logic.

"Liar," Harry spat at him, he was still sore about his beating, "They had our names on them, they had our cupboard on them!"

"QUIET!" their uncle yelled, causing Rose, who was closest to him, to shrink back against her brother and several spiders to fall from the underside of the staircase. Their uncle cleared his throat and looked around the inside of the cupboard.

"Yes, about this cupboard," he said looking back at them, "your aunt and I have been talking and we really think that the three of you are getting too big for this cupboard. We want you to move into Dudley's second bedroom."

"What's the catch?" asked Jade.

"Don't ask questions, just grab your stuff and move!" he said before he stormed into the living room and slammed the door.

It only took them one trip to move their stuff into the smallest bedroom in the house. There were four bedrooms in the Dursley's house, one for their aunt and uncle, one for their uncle's sister, aunt Marge, and two for Dudley; one for him to sleep in, and one to store all of his toys and things that wouldn't fit into his first room, though many of the things in his second bedroom were broken. At least the books looked untouched, the first thing Rose did was take down a book and start to read.

There was only one bed in the room, so Harry and Jade opted to sleep on the floor and let Rose take the bed. She had protested at first, but finally gave in. They settled into their new room quickly and listened to the sounds of Dudley throwing a tantrum downstairs, trying to get them out of his room. 'Spoiled brat' they thought. Still there was a downside to being upstairs; they still didn't have their letters. At least it was less cramped in the bedroom.

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