"Up! Get up! Now!"
I awoke with a start, as my Aunt tapped on the door. I hear my twin brother groan from my side as he tried to bury himself into the old, coarse blanket we shared.
"Up!" Aunt Petunia screeched before going to the kitchen to start up breakfast.
I looked at Harry as he sat up rubbing the sleep from his eyes and looked blearily at me.
"I had that dream again, the ne where were flying…on a flying motorcycle in the arms of a large man with a scratchy beard." I said hesitantly, looking at Harry from the corner of my eye. His expression was all I need to see to know we'd both had the same dream. Before Harry could say anything Aunt Petunia was back and pounding on the door.
"Are you up yet?" Aunt demanded.
"Yes Aunt we'll be out in a second" I responded as Harry put on his round glasses held together with a lot of Sellotape because of all the times cousin Dudley would use Harry as a punching bag.
"Harry! Get over here and look after the bacon" Aunt Petunia screeched, and quickly went to add, "And Scarlett! Get up and clean the kitchen, I want everything perfect for Dudley's birthday".
Harry and I groaned.
"What did you say?" Aunt snapped through the door.
"Nothing" we quickly replied, sighing in relief when she left and was out of hearing distance.
As Harry started looking for a pair of socks I turned my back and put a relatively clean (well as clean as living in a small, tight dusty cupboard with your brother and having to shake and check every piece of clothing because of the spiders as the cupboard under the stairs where they slept was full of them) shirt and pair of old blue jeans on, and ran an old comb with most of the picks missing through my long red hair the colour of fresh blood that fell in soft waves down past my lower back before Harry followed me out to the kitchen to do as we'd been asked.
When we went down the hall to the kitchen, there seemed to be an endless pile of birthday presents for Dudley all staked upon the table. Not giving it more than a minute glance I got to work.
As Harry and I worked I studied Harry. He was small and skinny for his age and it didn't help when he wore Dudley's old clothes four times his size. Harry had a thin face, knobbly knees, black hair and bright green eyes. He also has a thin scare on his forehead in the shape of a lightning bolt, everyone (as in Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon) thought it should be hidden as if it brought them great distaste well more than whenever they see us, but I thought it was unique, it had a beauty all on its own.
"Comb your hair!" Uncle Vernon shouted at Harry making me jump, nearly dropping the glass plate I was cleaning.
My reflection caught my attention in the window above the sink where I was washing the dishes.
My hair was the first thing you notice blood red hair was kind of noticeable after all. My eyes were next in the most noticeable category they're gold with flecks of green near the iris. I know I got my hair from my mother but the eyes they must of come from somewhere in my family line. I had sharp cheekbones and a small nose and my lower lip is fuller then my upper but there was softness to me, an air of innocence you might say, ha! Better to be underestimated than overestimated. Though you couldn't see it I also had a small scar similar to Harry's but in the shape of a crescent moon on the back of the middle of my neck which couldn't be seen because of my hair.
I'm thinner then I should be but so is Harry guess its cause we always get scraps, no better than a filthy animal so says Aunt Petunia.
"Thirty six! That's two less than last year!" Dudley voice gradually grew higher and brought me out of my deep thinking. Turning around I noticed Dudley's face turning red much like his own father.
"Darling, you haven't counted Auntie Marge's present, see, its here under this big one from Mummy and Daddy". Aunt Petunia was quick to reassure. Rolling my eyes I tuned them out and got back to my choirs only stopping when Harry gave me a few pieces of bacon to quickly eat while Aunt and Uncle were busy watching Dudley opening all his gifts, most of which he will over ever see today before their put away like the stuff from last year and the year before that never to be seen again.
When I finished with my choirs I quickly before Aunt Petunia could notice snuck back into mine and Harry's "room" to doze for a few minutes.
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