Not-so Perfect Potters
Prologue
On July 31st 1980, A set of triplets was born into the Potter family. James and Lily Potter named their children Mayleia Annelise Potter, Alexandrue Raymond Potter, and Harold James Potter. Lily and James were ecstatic about having triplets, but little did they know that it would just mean there would be three orphans instead of one, and three young children who would be given the marks of heroes on their foreheads.
Chapter 1
Mayleia's POV
"Alex!" I yelled, trying to push my brother off me, "Get your bloody arse off my leg, before I-"
"Shut up!" hissed Harry, "Uncle Vernon was already mad enough last night! Do you want him to beat you again? Are you TRYING to get us in trouble?"
"No!" I protested, "But this cupboard is getting way to small for three people, and Alex won't get off me!"
"Trust me," sneered Alex, "I wouldn't be laying on you if I had a choice, you smell like a barn!"
"Like you smell better!"
"Enough!" yelled Harry, and we all immediately froze. Uncle Vernon wouldn't be happy if we woke him up on a week-end, and if he found out who was yelling, Harry'd probably get the belt again, and me and Alex would for sure. Uncle Vernon was like that, his sense of justice was twisted, and in this case, that meant me and Alex would get punished for not stopping him from yelling.
For thirty seconds, we heard nothing, but then there was the slow thump... thump... thump... of somebody walking down the stairs above us, and me and Alex flinched as Harry grew pale.
"I'm so sorry!" he whispered, "I didn't mean to... oh no..." I sighed, and gritted my teeth. Uncle Vernon would've heard a boy's voice, so he'd know I hadn't yelled. Which also meant he'd know I should've stopped whoever was yelling.
"It's alright." I said, "It's not your fault, me and Alex probably would've woken him anyways."
"I'll take the beating for you." He replied weakly, but I immediately refused.
"You had it worse than anything last night." I replied, "I won't let you get hurt today. I know he raped you, and I'm not going to let him beat you to."
Harry blushed, and his head turned down. Rape was one of the things we didn't usually talk about, not even in the cupboard. The beatings and whippings we could handle, and the starvation didn't really bug us anymore, but the rape was the one thing we were all sensitive about, and it had to be extremely serious for us to talk about it.
I put my fingers underneath Harry's chin, and lifted his face up to meet my eyes. "It's okay Harry. You didn't ask for this, and it's nothing to be ashamed of. It's happened to all three of us, and there's no use pretending otherwise." I comforted, and Alex nodded. "Yah, it's not like wanted this life... none of us did."
"I'm still sorry..." he started, just as the door flew open, and Uncle Vernon's red face stared in at us. We didn't even bother to pretend we were asleep, because we all know very well what would happen if he thought we were sassing him, and it wouldn't be pleasant.
He looked around, trying to pick out who was guilty, before his eyes landed on me.
"You!" he snarled, "Tell me who it was!"
"No." I replied calmly, and his face turned an unnatural shade of purple.
"Why you insolent little freak!" he screamed, and dragged me out of the cupboard by my hair, kicking the door closed behind him "I swear I'll beat it out of you! That's a promise!"
I heard my brothers whimpering in the closet behind me, but I tried to ignore them. Hearing them sad only made the pain worse.
"You will never change me!" I snarled at him, earning myself a slap across the face, "I will never let you get the better of me!" I received another slap, and a few kicks in the stomach.
"Take off your shirt!" he snarled, and I glared at him, before stripping it off, and lying on the couch. I heard Uncle Vernon's belt buckle being undone, and I winced inwardly, but I didn't let him see it. I refused to yell, or cry, or show any pain while he hit me over and over again with his belt. The metal buckle cut into my skin, and I could feel old welts being reopened, and blood running down my back, but I didn't even blink before he was done.
"Get up." He growled, and I stood quietly, he lashed outwards and punched me in the ribs, and I felt one crack, because it had been weakened by this kicks yesterday. Uncle Vernon looked repulsed at the noise, but I simply stared at him, and didn't move. For a few moments, he stood there, waiting for me to cry, or yell, or try to fight back, but I didn't. I waited until he grabbed me by the arm, dragged me back to the cupboard and through me in, threatening to do much worse if he was woken up again before morning.
For a few moments, all my brothers and I did was sit in the dark, listening to each other breath, but once we had decided that we were all alive, I slowly lay down on the cot, as my brother squished themselves against the walls, and got out what little medical supplies we'd scavenged to dress my wounds.
"We have nothing to clean the wounds with," announced Alex, "But we do have some moderately clean bandages." I nodded forlornly, and took my shirt off so my brothers could dress my wounds.
I know that most children of the tender age of ten, would never let their siblings see them naked or semi-naked, but when you lived in a cupboard with three other people, it was kind of hard not to get to know each other well.
I winced subtly as Harry accidently jerked my arm, and allowed a few tears to run down my face.
"It'll be okay," he whispered in my ear, "One day we'll get out of here. We'll be safe, and we'll never have to come back."A few more tears trickled down my cheek as I nodded slowly, and drifted off into unconsciousness.
I woke up to the sound of Aunt Petunia banging on the cupboard door.
"Get up you freaks!" she screamed, "It's time for you to make breakfast!"
I jerked upwards, crashing into one of my brothers, and causing him to roll sideways, popping open the cupboard door, and exposing us to the wrath of Aunt Petunia.
"Are you shirtless?" she shrieked at me, "That is completely unacceptable you sick, twisted little monsters!" she screamed, "I am telling your Uncle when he gets home from work, and he'll make sure you never touch each other again!"
"Are you aware," I snarled, "that it was your husband that whipped me last night, so I couldn't wear a shirt?"
Aunt Petunia paled at my bluntness, and I could feel the waves of furry washing over me, but she stalked away without harming me, because she knew what I was saying was true.
"I know you can change your appearance freak." She hissed over her shoulder, "and I don't want the neighbours suspecting anything, so tell your brothers to change to."
I stuck my tongue out at her back, and then turned towards my brothers, "You heard her," I said, "Let's get ready." I closed my eyes, and focused on my body, willing it to shrink, and grow, and twist itself into a different shape. I shrunk until I Looked about six-years-old, and covered up my wounds with a fresh lair of skin. They weren't healed, and as soon as I changed back into my true appearance they'd reopen, but at least you couldn't see them, even if I could still feel them. My hair turned from it's normal black into a shining red that matched Alex's, but my eyes stayed bright green.
Alex only changed his age, and Harry changed his age and his hair colour like me. If we'd wanted to, we could've changed into completely different people, but we prefered to resemble ourselves in some way. After we were finished, we got dressed in baggy shirts, and walked intoi the kitchen. Aunt Petunia ignored us except to point to a list of chores on the table.
Freaks' to-do-list
Mow the lawn
Prune the hedges
Weed the gardens
Plant the new flowers
Water the gardens
Wash the windows
Paint the Shed
Paint the fence
Make Dudley's lunch
Clean the Kitchen
Vacuum the carpets
Dust the living room
Clean the Bathrooms
Mop the floors
Clean Dudley's room
Polish the hardwood
Make dinner
After I'd finished reading it, I handed it to my brothers, and walked outside to start the chores. They filed after me, and we split up to get the work done. I started with the garden, while ALex got out the paint, and Harry started the lawn mower. It was hot out, and we didn't have any water, but their was nothing we could do accept do our chores, and hope that Uncle Vernon was in a good mood when he got home.
I gazed up at the sun above me, and prayed that tomorrow, my eleventh birthday, would be better than today.
Author's note:
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