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The wooden door creaked open as a black hooded figure stepped through the door in Godric's Hollow. He raised his wand and pointed it at the woman in red hair pleading.
"Not Harry! Not Hermione!" she begged.
"Move aside girl!" he snarled.
Lily Potter continued to plead, and to take her instead of her twin infants. When she fell to the floor with a green flash, Harry and Hermione realized it wasn't their father behind the cloak, and began to scream and cry. However, hen Lord Voldemort cast the spell, it missed, and the spell backfired hitting both the twins, leaving them with the identical, light bolt scar on their forehead.
10 years later
"Get up and get dressed you lazy kids! It's your cousin's birthday!" Aunt Petunia screeched from the living room.
"Co'mon Harry," Hermione said. "I'm going to go make breakfast, you get dressed, kay?" she shook a groaning Harry.
"What time is it?" he mumbled.
"Honestly, it's 10:03 - hurry up!"
Harry fumbled around for his glasses and slipped out of bed putting one of Dudley's old sweatshirts on. Dreading what was outside of his and Hermione's cupboard, he hesitating opened and walked through the door. He say Hermione cooking an omelet for Uncle Vernon, and Dudley counting what looked to be 50 presents. Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia were smiling proudly at Dudley, not paying any attention to the twins,unless they needed something. "Only 47 presents?" Dudley whined. He saw Hermione grip the frying pan in anger, and seeing this, he gently took it from her. "Last year, I had 49, and I don't care how big they are!" Hermione was fuming, and he knew why. On their birthday, Harry and Hermione would only be given each a sock, or a paper clip, or even a clothes hanger.
He knew that both he and Hermione were always wishing that they knew what their parents were like, and what life would be like if he lived with them. The Dursleys had said that they both died in a car crash, and wouldn't speak any more of it. And since there wasn't a single picture of their parents in the house, Harry and Hermione were left up to their imagination of what their parents looked like. Suddenly, Uncle Vernon turned around and snapped at them, "We're going to the zoo, and we are taking you two with us, so you better not cause any trouble, understand?" He pointed his stubby finger at bother them. The twin nodded quickly and shared a look. This wasn't going to go well, they just knew it.
When they arrived, Uncle Vernon immedatley turned around and glared at them. "Now, no silliness from you rats, or we'll leave you to with the snakes! Understood?"
The twins nodded their heads, not in the mood to get into trouble. They wandered around the park until they finally came to the snakes section where Dudley went crazy over getting it to move. Hermione shook her head, and knelt down beside to read a book. However, she was interrupted by Harry shaking her shoulder excitedly.
"Hermione, listen, the snake is talking, it's talking!"
"Harry that's not po-"
Suddenly, Dudley, was banging on the glass, and the green snake was wiggling free, out onto the floor. She grasped Harry's hand, and heard the snake say thanks. "You're welcome," they replied simultaneously, shocked that the snake could talk.
Vernon stormed over to them, and Hermione knew that they were in big trouble, they were thrown into the car, and then locked in their cupboard, for what felt like hours. They sat for hours in the small space, laughing over Dudley's face when he was behind the glass. However, it wasn't too long before the walls seemed to be closing in on them.
"Harry, what are we going to do?! I've already memorized the entire book by now!" Hermione groaned.
"No idea," he replied.
Not a few moments after, the door unlocked and Uncle Vernon popped his head in. "Get the mail you two! And quickly!"
As they scampered to he mail, they found something rather odd. A mail was addressed to him, and another to Hermione! Where was it from? Before they could read where it was sent from or open it, the letters were yanked out of their hands, by Uncle Vernon who scowled at them. "These papers are useless!" He ripped them up and clutched them in his hand before yelling, "Back to your cupboard!"
Harry and Hermione scampered back to the small cupboard, defeated. Hermione looked Harry in the eye and said, "Why would Uncle Vernon be so intent on keeping the letters away? We need to find out who sent those letters."
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