Chapter 1

A blinding green light. That's all Lara Snape and Harry Potter saw every time they closed their eyes. They were put on the Dursley's doorsteps when they were only a year old. Lara never ever went outside, they wouldn't let her. They always told her it was for her own good, then, they would lock her in the cupboard under the stairs that she shared with Harry. The only time she went outside was for school. When they would lock her in there, she always thought it was her fault, but Harry would comfort her, telling her it was where they were from. They never knew, all they knew was their parents got into a car crash and that's how they got their lighting scars.

One full moon night, while asleep in the cupboard, Lara was awoken by the sound of a distant howl. She had a sudden urge to go outside, but of course the door was locked. So, she went back to bed.

On Dudley's birthday, she and Harry were supposed to go to Mrs. Figg's, but she broke her leg.

"B-but Mummy! I don't want them to go to the zoo with me!" Dudley whined to his mother. She called up everyone she knew, but they wouldn't take Lara and Harry. They both looked at each other and a flash of excitement flashed across their eyes. They were finally going somewhere.

Soon they were in Mr. Dursley's car. Before they got to the zoo, he had pulled them aside, "I don't want any funny business from you two," He told them. Mr. Dursley was a fat man with no neck and he had a very large mustache. They nodded and piled into the car.

Lara's blue eyes took in every tree, bush, sidewalk, and even the STOP signs. When they reached the zoo. Harry brought up his dream about a flying motorcycle. Mr. Dursley got really upset at Harry. He yelled at him, telling him motorcycles don't fly. Harry then told him it was only a dream. Lara kept quiet about her dream. She dreamt that she was a large wolf, (Imagine Jacob from Twilight, that big.) running across an open field.

They got out of the car and walked to the entrance. They bought Dudley a very large ice cream. They had to buy Harry and Lara something because the parlor man asked if they wanted anything. They continued walking, they passed many animals. But one animal caught Lara's eye. It was a big gray wolf. It looked her in the eye and it seemed to say I know what you are. She pointed to herself and it nodded. They continued to talk by eye contact. She told her name was Sabrina and she was captured from Russia. Lara felt a strong connection with her, but Harry came up behind her.

"Lara, come on, we're going to the reptile house," He pulled her arm.

She said good-bye to Sabrina and she said good-bye to her, then she followed Harry to the reptile house.

"Were you talking to that wolf?" He asked her while they were behind the Dursleys.

"Yeah, I felt as if I knew her from somewhere," She told him.

When they entered the reptile room, Dudley went straight to a giant python. Her tapped on the glass, "It won't move!" He told his father.

Mr. Dursley knocked on the window. It still didn't move. "Come on, son," He lead his son over to a very large green lizard. Harry and Lara walked up to the python's habitat. When they approached, its head lifted up.

Harry started talking to it. "Brazil? Must have been nice there?" it motioned its head towards the plaque. "Oh, breed in captivity,"

"IT'S MOVING!" Dudley came waddling over to the glass. Lara and Harry backed off. Dudley pressed his face against the glass. Just then, the glass disappeared. He almost fell, if it wasn't for his father, who caught him. The python slithered out and Harry and Lara swore they heard it say, Brazil, here I come!

They were quickly rushed out of the building and into the car. They rode home in silence. When they reached home, Harry and Lara were yelled at by Mr. Dursley, then pushed into the cupboard.

They say on the bed and talked about what they did. "How did you communicate with that python?" Lara asked him. They were playing with some of the spiders that also lived there.

"Similar to the way you talked to that wolf," He looked down.

"Something good will happen. Maybe on our birthday," She and Harry were both born on the same day, just a couple of seconds apart.

"Hope so," He mumbled. They continued to play, then it was time for bed. Lara took her place on the floor.

She looked up at Harry, "'Night. Harry,"

"Good1night, Lara," He said and turned his back to her. She turned her back to him and sighed. Hopefully, something or someone will save them.

A month passed and it was almost time for school. Dudley was going to Smeltings and Harry and Lara weren't going to separated. Dudley got a stick for Smeltings and hit Lara and Harry with it.

One sunny morning, at the breakfast, they heard the mail flap open and close.

Mr. Dursley was reading the morning paper. "Dudley, go get the mail,"

He groaned, "Make Lara get it,"

"Lara, go get it,"

She got up and walked to the front door and picked up the mail. She looked through it and saw two letters that caught her eye. They were addressed to her and Harry. She walked back to the dining room and handed the rest of the mail to Mr. Dursley. She sat next to Harry and handed him his letter, she couldn't take her eyes off her letter.

"Daddy, Harry and Lara have a letter!" Dudley whined.

"What!?" Mr. Dursley jumped up and snatched Harry and Lara's letter.

"Give us are letters back!" They said at the same time.

Mr. Dursley didn't, instead he tore them in half and threw them away. "Go to your cuboard! Dudley go to your room!" He boomed at them.

Lara and Harry left quickly before Dudley could throw a fit. Once they reached the cuboard, they sat on Harry's bed and looked up at the ceiling. They could see it moving, marking that Dudley was going to his room. Lara and Harry took one look at each other and opened the door. They went over to the closed kitchen door. Harry and Lara looked through the bottom.

Mr. Dursley was pacing, "I will not have two of them in this house, Petunia! Especially, the girl, she's even more messed up than him!"

Lara looked at Harry and exchanged a worried look. He mouthed that it was "Going to be ok," She nodded and hopped he was right. They listened some more.

"They're not going to stop," Petunia said while cleaning the dishes.

Mr. Dursley walked away muttering, "They will,"

Harry and Lara got up as fast as they could and went back to their cupboard.

"What do you think they meant by 'They"?" Lara asked Harry.

He shrugged, "I'm not sure. Maybe somebody is going to take us away from this place,"

"Hope so. Did you hear them talking about me?" She asked.

"Yeah, wonder what that was about," He said, looking up at the ceiling, as if it held the answer.


That evening, during dinner, Harry and Lara asked what the letters were for.

"Where are our letters? Who was writing to us?" Harry pursued.

Nobody. It was a mistake," Mr. Dursley told them.

"It was not a mistake, it had our cupboard on it!" Lara shot back.

"SILENCE!" Everybody became quiet. Mr. Dursley's face was as red as tomato. Probably because yelling was too much for him. He coughed, "Now then, about the cupboard, me and Petunia were thinking, you tow are getting to big for it. So, we think it would be nice for you two to move into Dudley's second bedroom,"

"Why?" Harry and Lara said simultaneously.

"Don't ask questions!" He yelled at him. One thing you learn with the Dursleys, is not to ask questions. "Now, take your stuff up stairs,"

She and Harry quickly got up from the table and practically ran to the cupboard. It only took one trip each to get what little they had. They looked around the room and saw all the old toys that Dudley used to play with. A month old video camera that was now broken. One of Dudley's first television sets, which he put his foot through after his favorite TV show got cancelled.

Downstairs, they could hear Dudley fake crying. "B-b-but I-I-I d-d-on't w-want t-them in t-there," He blubbered.

They sighed and stretched out on the bed. "Maybe things are starting to turn for the better," Lara thought aloud.

"Yeah," Harry breathed. They looked at the ceiling for seemed like hours, then Lara got off the bed and made hers on the floor, "'Night, Lara,"

"Good-night, Harry," She lied her head on her pillow. She looked out the window. The moon was at a cresent, not at full moon. She sighed and knew her dream wasn't true, but yet, a tugging in her gut told her that she and Harry were apart of something that they don't even know.


The next morning, everyone was extremely quiet. This worried Lara, something was going to happen. Dudley had done some horrible things to his parents. He hit his father with his Smeltings stick, he had been sick on purpose, kicked his own mother, and threw his turtle through the greenhouse roof. But still didn't have his room back.

When the mail arrived, Mr. Dursley, who had been trying to be nice to Harry and Lara, made Dudley get it. They heard him banging things with his stick, when he had reached the hallway, he yelled, "There's more! 'For Mr. H. Potter and Ms. L. Snape, The Smallest Bedroom, 4 Privet Drive-"

With an angry cry, Mr. Dursley jumped out of his seat and tried to run to the hallway,( He wasn't very fast.) harry and Lara right behind him. He had to pin his own son to the ground to get the letters, which was made so difficult by the fact that Harry had grabbed him around the neck and Lara had made a dive for Dudley. After a minute or so of confused fighting, in which they got hit by Dudley's stick a lot, Mr. Dursley had successfully grabbed the letters. He straightened up and gasped for breath.

"You two- go to your cupboard- I meant your bedroom," He turned to his son. "Dudley- leave- just leave,"

Lara and Harry walked to their room and paced the perimeter. Someone obviously knew that they had moved out of their cupboard and they seemed to notice that they had not gotten their first letter. Wouldn't that mean they'd try again, right? Lara exchanged a look with Harry, he nodded. Whoever was writing to them, this time they'd make sure they did not fail, they had a plan.


The alarm clock that Lara had repaired rang at 6 o'clock, that following morning. Lara quickly jumped up and shut it off. She and Harry quickly dressed. They can not wake the Dursleys, for what they were going to do. They walked down the stairs, without making a noise or turning on any lights. They were almost to the hallway, when Lara grabbed his arm. He turned around, "What?"

She sniffed, "Smell that?" She thought that this was most unusual. She had never had this ability before.

"What smell? I think you're going bonkers," They started towards the door. They walked across the hallway, almost to the door.

'AAARRRGGGH!"

Lara yelped. She knew that she had smelt something familiar. Harry had stepped on something living! Lights went on from the upstairs, and to Harry's surprise, he had stepped on his Uncle's face.

Lara put her hands on her hips, "I told you!"

Apparently, Mr. Dursley had camped out in front of the door to stop Harry and Lara from doing what they were trying to do. After yelling at them, for whjat seemed lik a half an hour, he told them to go make him some tea. They walked solemnly off into the kitchen and by the time Lara had brought Mr. Dursley his tea, the mail had arrived, right into his lap. She could see six letters addressed to her and Harry in green ink.

"Why can't-" She never finished because he was tearing them up in front of her eyes.

Mr. Dursley did not go to work that day. Instead, he stayed home to nail the mail slot shut with some wood.

"They'll give up, see," He had told Petunia. "If they can't get in, they can't deliver,"

"I don't think that'll work, Vernon," She shook her head.

"These people's heads work in different ways, sweetheart, not like you and me," He started putting a nail in with a piece a fruitcake that she had given him to eat.


On Friday, 12 letters had arrived for Harry and Lara, each. They couldn't go through the mail slot, so they had been pushed under the door, slotted through the sides, and some even forced through a small window in the downstairs bathroom. Harry and Lara could not believe their eyes. Somebody must really want them to read the letters!

Mr. Dursley stayed home, yet again. After burning all twenty-four letters, got out his hammer and nails to board up the cracks around the front door and back doors so nobody could go out.


On Saturday, things started to get a bit out of control. 24 letters for each of them fond their way inside, rolled up and hidden inside each of the two dozen eggs that their very confused milkman had handed Petunia through the living room window. While Mr. Dursley made very angry telephone calls to the post office and the dairy trying to find someone to complain to, Petunia shredded the letters in her food processor.

"Who on this Earth wants to talk to you two this badly?" Dudley asked Harry and Lara with amusement. They shrugged.

On that Sunday morning, Mr. Dursley sat down at the breakfast looking extremely tired and rather sick, but had a smile on his face.

"No post on Sundays," He reminded everybody cheerfully as he spread marmalade on his newspapers, "No damn letters today-"

Something came flying down the kitchen chimney as he spoke and caught him sharply on the back of his head. Next moment, almost thirty or forty letters came pelting out of the fireplace, just like bullets. The Dursleys ducked, but Harry and Lara jumped into trying to catch them-

"Out! OUT!"

He grabbed Lara and Harry by the waist and threw them into the hallway. Petunia and Dudley had to run out with their faces covered, he slammed the door shut. They could hear letters still coming down into the room, bouncing off of everything.

"That does it," He said, trying to speak normally but pulling great tufts out of his mustache at the same time. "I want you all back down here in 5 minutes, ready to leave. We're going away. Just pack some clothes. No arguments!"

He looked like he could kill Harry and Lara with half his mustache missing, that no one dared argue. Lara and Harry bounded up the stairs and quickly grabbed some clothes. Ten minutes later they pushed their way through the boarded up door and were in the car, speeding towards the interstate. Dudley was whining in the back seat , his father hit him round the head for holding them up while he tried to pack his computer, television, and VCR in his duffle bag.

And they drove. And drove. Even Petunia did not dare ask her husband where they were going. Every once and a while, Mr. Dursley would take a hard turn and drive in the other direction for a bit.

"Shake 'em off….. shake 'em off," He kept muttering when he would turn.

They never stopped to drink or eat at all that day. By nighttime, Dudley was howling. He'd never had such a horrible day in his life. He was starving, he'd missed five television shows he'd wanted to see, and he'd never, ever gone this long without blowing up aliens on his computer.

Mr. Dursley finally stopped outside a dark-looking motel on the outskirts of a pretty big city. Dudley, Harry, and Lara, all shared a room., with twin beds. Lara took the floor, like always. Dudley snored and Lara and Harry stayed up to talk.

"Who do you think wants to talk to us?" Harry asked her.

She stared up at the ceiling, then, looked at him, "Maybe it's my father. They never told me what happened to him, all they said was that he disappeared after the, so called 'crash,'" She used air quotations for 'crash.'

"Maybe, but why now?" He arched his eyebrows.

"I don't know, maybe he thought it was time," She rolled her eyes.

He shrugged and turned over, "Good-night, Lara,"

"'Night," She closed her eyes.


For breakfast the next morning, they ate stale cornflakes and cold tinned tomatoes on toast. They had just finished their breakfast when the owner of the motel came over to their table.

"'Scuse me, but is one of Mr. H. Potter and Ms. L. Snape? Only have about an 'undred of these for each of them at the front desk."

She held up both letters so they could read the green inked address,

Ms. L. Snape

Room 17

Railview Motel

Cokeworth

Her and Harry made a grab for the letters, but Mr. Dursley made it there first. The woman stared at the odd family.

"I'll take 'em," He told the owner, standing up quickly and followed her from the dining room to the front desk.


"Wouldn't it be better if we just go home?" Petunia asked timidly, hours later, but did not seem to notice her. What he was looking for, nobody knew. He drove them into the middle of the woods, got out, looked around, shook his head, got back into the car, and drove off again. The same thing happened in the middle of a plowed field, halfway across a bridge, and at the top of a parking garage.

"Daddy's gone mad, hasn't he?" Dudley asked his mother late that afternoon. Mr. Dursley had parked the car at the coast, locked them all inside, and disappeared into the fog.

It started to rain. Drops hit the roof of the car. Dudley sniveled.

"It's Monday," He said. "The Great Humberto's on tonight. I want to stay somewhere with a tele."

"Leave it to Dudley to know what day it is," Lara whispered to Harry. He smirked. Then it reminded her of something. If it was truly Monday, tomorrow would be Tuesday, her and Harry's eleventh birthday. She poked Harry, "You know what's tomorrow?"

He nodded. The never got proper year, Dudley gave them a coat hanger and a pair of Mr. Dursley's socks. But, you weren't eleven everyday.

Mr. Dursley was back and smiling like a lunitic. He was also carrying a long, thin parcel and didn't answer Petunia when she asked what he had.

"I've found the perfect place!" He said happily. "Come on! Everyone out! Petunia, cover her face up and lead her this way!"

He threw her his jacket and Petunia put it over Lara's head. Lara did not ask questions, but she did wonder why she had to walk like this. She couldn't see anything, but she knew the got into a boat.

"I've got some rations!" Mr. Dursley yelled.

It was freezing in the boat. Icy cold water sprayed and rain ran down their necks and a chilly wind hit their faces. After what seemed like forever, they reached land. Mr. Dursley had Petunia get out first with Lara. They entered a small shack and she took the jacket off of Lara's head.

There were only two bedrooms. The fireplace was damp and empty. Mr. Dursley rations turned out to be a bag of chips for everyone and four bananas. He tried to start a fire in the fireplace with the empty chip bags, but they would just smoke and shivel up.

"Could go for some of those letters now?" He said cheerfully.

He was in a very cheery mood. Obviously he thought nobody could get to them here in the middle of a storm to deliver mail. Lara privately agreed, it was freezing.

As nighttime rolled around, the promised storm blew up around the shack. Spray from high waves splattered the walls of the shack. A fierce wind rattled the dirty windows. Petunia found a few moldy blankets in the second bedroom and made a bed for Dudley on the moth eaten sofa. She and Mr. Dursley went off to the bumpy bed next door. Harry and Lara were left to find the softest part of the floor they could find. They curled up under the thinnest, most ragged blanket there was.

The storm raged on and on ferociously as the night went on. Lara shivered and turned over, trying to find a comfortable spot, their stomachs rumbled with hunger. The lighted dial of Dudley's watch, which dangled off the edge of the sofa on his chubby wrist, told them that they'd be 11 in ten minutes.

Lara nudged Harry. "Ten minutes, Harry, ten minutes,"

"And, then, we're eleven," He mumbled.

They sat up and watched their birthday time tick nearer and nearer. Five minutes to go. Lara heard a creak from outside. She hoped it was a mail person, delivering them their letters. Four minutes to go. Maybe the house on Privet Drive would be full of letters, they could mage to grad one.

Three minutes to go. Was that the sea, slapping hard on the rock like that? And (Two minutes to go.) what was that funny crunching noise? Was somebody else here?

One minute to go and they'd be eleven. Lara grabbed Harry's hand. Thirty seconds for Harry and twenty-nine for Lara. Nineteen….. nine….. –maybe they should wake Dudley up- three… two… one..

BOOM.

The whole shack shivere. Lara gave Harry a scared look. They stared at the door. Someone was outside, knocking to come in.


A/N: I do not own Harry Potter, only my OC. I tried to get it as close as I could to the book, so hopefully it's close enough. Like another one of my stories; this was not the original idea, but it's so much better. Please review!