Unspoken Twin

Disclaimer: I'll say this once this is a fanfiction based off the stories of Harry Potter. Having said this tale will be of OC Calla Lily Potter 'Caley'. Harry's younger twin by a half hour.

Chapter One: Number Four Privot Drive

With a startled gasp a small wisp of a raven hair girl with a silvery blond patch over the right side of her forehead. Brushed the streak of silver that had fallen down over her right eye to sit behind her ear. Said streak of hair had been a source of many headaches and problems for Caley. No matter what her Aunt Petunia tried to do it. It just would not go away. No amount of hair dye or boot polish would change it for long, usually within an hour or so it'd like as if nothing was done to it.

The kids at school would tease her by calling her a 'Munster' on account that it looked like the mother's hair from the shows hair. At first she didn't mind be cause the character's name was Lily, just like her own Mother's name and it was her middle as well.

Calla Lily Potter was her name on account her Mom's family had a tradition that dated back over a dozen or so generations that the daughters were named for flowers.

She was name after said flower so her Mom's name would be her middle. Just as her father's name was her twin Harry's middle. Harry James Potter. Strangely he had a jagged scar in the same area on his forehead as her silver blond patch. His hair was an unruly mess of jet black hair that just could not be tamed. Much as hers was until it grew out to the point it could be pulled into tails or braided. Which on most days it was. Seeing as how it was kept a shoulder length so as it can be 'managed' unlike brother's. The downside was that their cousin Dudley would always have a means of torturing her by grabbing and yanking her hair whenever he wished.

You see their Aunt Petunia doted on her son's every want and wish. Where as Caley and her brother, Harry, were sneered or looked down upon. Caley learned early on that her protest would only make things worst. If she tried to speak ill of her Aunt's Dudley she'd either get smacked or her Aunt's belt to her bottom. Small it made be compared to Uncle Vernon's wide and rather long one. What made it worst was that Caley was always in a skirt or dress. 'No respectable lady wares trousers', Her Aunt would snap if she mention any wanting to wear jeans or slacks.

So with a quick shove into the side room, door closed, bent over her knee and flip of the skirt near instant welted bottom and none the wiser. So comes as no surprise that she no longer voice any protest to my cousin grabbing my hair tails. Not that it would do much good for since living with their Aunt and Uncle whenever she did try to speak it was a stuttering mess of half words and long pauses.

She was just glad Dudley didn't punch her like he does Harry. She only gets kicked in the shins. Hence her preference for knee high sock to hide her bruised and swollen shins. Caley's socks are about the only thing she has that aren't second or third hand, hand-me-downs. For the bloody hell her sleeping mat was in the pantry. Yes, that's right a Shiki Futon to be accurate. Uncle Vernon from at a yard sale on his way home from work five years ago when an older Asian family moved away. The Family had used it as a easy hide away spare bed for guest. Caley got it because the cupboard under the stairs way getting too small for both Harry and her to sleep there.

With such treatment you shouldn't be surprised when she basically stopped speaking. Seeing anytime Caley did she'd end up with welts or bruises. Not speaking didn't stop Harry and her from communicating. Some how all Caley had to do was touch Harry on his hand or his arm, and he'd know what she wanted him to know. It must have been a twin thing.

What about when they started school you would think a red flag would of pop up then. Well yeah it did, but the Dursleys were sneaky prats.

They said she must be a self mute or something. On account of the trauma from seeing her parents' death. Seeing as Harry and her were in the car during their the drunk car accident that killed our parents. The 'PRATS' even stressed their parents were the ones drunk. Some how Caley knew that it was a lie. Whenever she heard mention of their parents deaths, She would vaguely see blood red eyes and a bright gnarlish green flash.

The school bought the story hook, line, sinker and all. The school had Harry and Caley taking sign language classes on top of the regular classes. As well as maybe looking into a therapy animal. The Dursleys scoff a the idea after hearing how much one cost. Instead opted for her keep one of their babysitter Ms. Figg's newest kittens. He was a strange grey and black tabby with extra long black tufts on the tips of his ears, and around his mouth. Ms. Figg mentioned he was a kneazle cat. I called him Tom Tildrum from The King of the Cats fable that Ms. Figg would read to them at nap time.

Tom or Harry were about the only words Caley would say at anything above a whisper level and Tom could almost always be found by her side. At school he'd have a harness with leash near attached to her. The school even kept a litter box in the handicap stall of the girl's loo nearest to her classroom . All Her teacher could understand signs and she was always paired with either Harry or another girl who was deaf in their grade, but the deaf girl's family moved to America half-way through their second year of primary. She and Caley only got along because they both signed. But she always looked down on Caley for her frayed and patched outdate clothes.

Caley was not looking forward to waking up today seeing as it was Dudley's eleventh birthday. That meant that things would be worst today. Caley didn't know how he can behave worst then the pampered spoiled fat arse he already was, but he could a regular spawn of Hades on his birthdays. At least Aunt and Uncle were only taking him and his friend on an outing to the zoo. Harry, Tom and her were going to Ms. Figg's for the day, while they were gone. Its not that Harry and her enjoyed going to Ms. Figg's house, it smelt of over used litter boxes and old cabbage. It was just that there was nothing to do. All her storybooks were weird and nothing like the few the Dursleys had and any of the others were weirder still Household Charms for the Average Squib By Burthole Tooken or Medicinal potions Even a Squib Can Make By Thearode Godshire, Potions on the Stovetop By Riklin Bagathal, and other titles stranger than those. when asked Ms. Figg said some were hers, But most of the others she said had belonged to her parents or late brother.

But going to Ms. Figg's today was not to be. She had called after Dudley through a tantrum over only getting 35 presents this year instead of last year's 37. I'd be lucky to get to packs of socks and new unmentionables as would Harry. Not to mention we'd still have to prep the meal with no cake unlike today where Harry had to make the meal. While Caley the three tiered cake of chocolate and German fudge that Dudley loved, Aunt could never get the tiers to look ever nor without burning it a bit. We've been on kitchen prep duty since our cooking wasn't the equivalent of food poison. Harry got stuck with the easier to make foods, if the recipe was harder then pancakes or a package meal it fell to Caley to make, because to either took Harry too long to make or would be near inedible some how. Still better then most of what Aunt could make.

The trip to the zoo was just as bad as Caley thought it would be. Don't get her wrong it was great to get to go to the zoo. It would have been enjoyable if it weren't for the Dursley's and having to ride in the boot of the car because of Dudley's friend sat on the back bench with him and Harry. They kept shoving Harry into the door at every turn. I was slightly glad to be in the boot rather than on the bench with Dudley's creepy friend Peirs. She would sometime catch him giving her leering grins and her over hearing other girls say that he got caught trying to look up girls' skirts from under the gymnasium bleachers during assemblies.

When they got to the zoo she grabbed on to Harry's arm as much for his sake as my own. Neither of them do well in large crews so uses to being hidden away in their cupboard or pantry all the time they guessed.

At least the trip was shaping up better than they had been expecting it to. Harry and her were mostly ignored as long as they didn't get too close or that far behind the Dursleys and guest.

Harry and her even got to have some lemon ice (the cheapest thing on the zoo restaurant's menu). Thing were going good until the reptile habitat. Dudley and Peirs were gaulking at a boa constrictor that wasn't responding to their yelling or banging it's enclosures glass.

It wasn't until Harry apologized for there relatives' behavior that it moved. At the same time I heard a hissing and an ache in my forehead. Harry continued to talk to the snake. It was strange she would swear Harry was making hissing sounds yet I knew the words he was saying. When Dudley turned and saw the snake moving he rushed back over knocking both of us to the ground. Both Harry and I looked back up to Dudley. They both wished, no WILLED something to happen to the fat lard.

Next thing they knew the place went bonkers. Some how Dudley fell through the snake's protective glass into its confine and into the its small pool. All while the snake slithered out. Causing everyone to run in panic as Harry and I sat frozen. As the snake slithered by us it stopped turned to Harry who Caley was holding on to and hissed at him. Yet in her head Caley heard "Thanzzz, I'm of to zzzee Bazzzzzil". I nearly fainted at that.

But at that moment she heard pounding on glass, turned and saw Dudley trapped behind the glass as the snake was, but moments ago. She nudged Harry, who laughed when he saw Dudley.

It took twenty minutes to get Dudley out of the enclosure the zookeeper kept having uses with the lock and key. Then it took another half hour to find Peirs who was stuck up a tree that the snake had chased him in to while he had ran away scream like more of a girl than Caley was.

Once back to the Dursley's house. Caley may live there, but she can hardly stomach calling it home. Harry and her were locked in to their respective enclosures for nearly two weeks. Only let out to cook, clean, and uses of the washroom.

A few day after being let out weird things began to happen. She was making lunch when Harry walked down the hall to pick up the post that came through the slot. When he pick the mail up he found a surprise a letter addressed to him and another to Caley. While walking by he handed Caley's to her unnoticed by anyone. It was as Harry handed the rest of the stack to Vernon that Dudley saw Harry's letter and snatched it. Shouting about it, Dudley gave it to Vernon. Caley quickly lowered her's below the counter

Ms. C.L. Potter

The Pantry Floor

4 Privet Drive

Little Whinging,

Surrey

During the commotion she opened th letter and began to read it.

HOGWARTS SCHOOL

of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(Order of Merlin, First Cl...

That was as far as she got before it was ripped from her hands by Petunia. She made to protest, but Petunia gave a look that promised a belting like none other for her if she did. Tearing up Caley ran to the pantry to the corner behind her small floor futon to hide and cried as Harry protested for his letter. Over the course of the next few days more letters came. Through the mailslot, then windows and finally erupting out of the fireplace.

Then began their trek to a shack on a wind and rain swept island. It was there on the dirt floor huddled next to Harry that Dudley's fancy digital watch chimed midnight signaling that it was July 31st their eleventh birthday "Happy Birthday Caley" Harry spoke.

"Happy bbbirthda Arrrry" She stutter whispered.

He drew her close and kissed the top of my head.

It was then a loud bang at the door, follow by an even louder bang and the door groaned...

A/N: Revised 3/30/2017