I know that I haven't uploaded my other fan fiction in a long time, but I of lost interest in it for now. I promise that I will write all of it, and I have been working on it, but I'm not very far in it. So I am truely sorry and you all have a right to mad, but please don't judge me on it. I don't have enough time and attention span to sit down and write a whole bookin one go :) I hope you like this one :)
The Twins Who Lived
I hear rapping at my door and squeeze my eyes shut a little harder, trying to stay asleep. "Up! Get up, you two!"
Oh, pleasant! I thought. That was Aunt Petunia, waking me and my brother up like usual. Thinking about today, I groan.
"What?" Harry asks me while we get the cupboard spiders off of our socks.
"Today's Dudley's birthday," I explain and Harry lets his head fall onto the shelf above his bed. Dudley is our cousin, son of Aunt Petunia and her husband Uncle Vernon. He's a spoiled brat, to be quite frank.
"Hurry up, you two or you'll burn Dudley's birthday breakfast!" Aunt Petunia snaps at us through our door.
"We're coming!" Harry and I say at the time. I grab my brush off of my identical shelf and run it through my wild black hair.
Harry and I look very similar with our black hair and lightning bolt scars. The only different is I have a darker shade of green eyes than Harry. We are both skinny and a bit short for our age, but that may be because for the first ten years of our lives, we have lived in a small, dark cupboard.
When we walk into the kitchen, Aunt Petunia hisses, "Finally!" and sits down next to her husband. Uncle Vernon looks at us and shouts at Harry to about him brushing his hair.
We continue to cook when Dudley comes into the kitchen. I take a plate over to the table and Dudley slams into me and says, "Watch it, Potter!" I close my eyes, take a deep breath in and set the plate down.
I walk back over to the stove with Harry and he whispers, "Alli, are you okay? That shove seemed pretty intense…"
I answer in the same volume, "Yeah, I'm fine. Don't worry about it."
We fill plates for ourselves and set the rest in the middle of the table. Dudley finishes counting his presents. "Thirty-seven! That's two less than last than year!"
Harry and I hurriedly ate in case Dudley decided all of a sudden that he wanted to see the bottom of the table.
Aunt Petunia must have thought the same thing because she said, "We'll buy you three more when we go out today. How's that bopkin?"
Dudley looked confused and thought out loud, "So I'll have thirty…thirty…"
Aunt Petunia interrupted Dudley's insanely hard math equation. "Forty, Dudders." I mentally shivered at Aunt Petunia nicknames.
The phone rang and Aunt Petunia ran to get it. Harry and I stopped trying to asphyxiate ourselves on food and settle down. After a few minutes, she came back and looked enraged.
"Mrs. Fig broke her leg and can't take them," Aunt Petunia told Uncle Vernon. Way to make us feel important and good about ourselves, I thought to myself. Then I processed what she just said.
I looked at Harry and his eyes were filled with the hope that I expected were in my eyes as well. We looked back to the adults in the room and hung on every word.
Uncle Vernon suggested, "We can send them to Marge."
Aunt Petunia snapped, "Don't be ridiculous, Vernon! Marge hates them!"
Vernon eyes flashed a bit with panic. "What about that friend of yours-Yvonne?"
Aunt Petunia waved her hand. "She on vacation."
There was a pause and Dudley caught on what was happening. He wailed, "No! I d-don't want t-them to c-come! T-they r-ruin everything!"
Of course, it'd been awhile since Dudley's actually cried but he found out that if he screwed up his face enough and wailed, Aunt Petunia would give in anyway. That's why I rolled my eyes when Aunt Petunia ran over to "comfort" Dudley. Harry saw it and flashed me a warning look.
As soon as Dudley's friend came into the house, Dudley finally stopped wailing at the top of his voice. I never bothered to learn the guy's name, but I knew that whenever Dudley would come after me and Harry, he would be the one to hold our arms.
It would be an understatement if I said that I was shocked that Harry and I didn't just get dropped off at a random house or someone else that Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon knew. Instead Harry and were sitting in the open area behind the back seat and we were forced to lie on the ground so that a cop didn't see us and pull us over.
Once we got to the zoo, Harry and I had a blast! We got to eat lemon ice pops because the lady selling them was polite and we got to see animals we'd never seen in real life. At lunch, we were even allowed to finish Dudley's first ice cream because he was complaining about it not having not enough of whatever it was in it. To me, it tasted just fine.
I guess we should have known it was too good to last the whole day.
After lunch, we went to the Reptile House. Dudley and his rat faced friend quickly found the biggest python in the place.
It looked as if the snake just fell asleep because it was too bored to do anything. Dudley didn't like the snake's boredom. "Make it move," he whined.
I muttered to Harry, "How about I make my fist move into your face?" Harry snorted but when Uncle Vernon looked back at us, we kept our faces blank and he attempted to fulfill his son's request.
When tapping on the glass twice didn't even make the snake open its eyes, Dudley complained some more and moved on with the rest of the family.
Harry and I stayed, leaning against the rail in front of the exhibit. "We're sorry about them-I know they're not the nicest people around." Yes, I apologized to a snake, get over it!
Then the snake did a funny thing; it winked at us. I felt my eyes widen and look over at Harry to see him facing me with the exact same expression. I turned back to the snake and winked back.
The snake raised it head, probably so that it could be more comfortable. He tipped his head in the direction Dudley and them went and almost rolled his eyes. It was almost like the snake was saying, "I get that all the time."
Well, that's a bit sad… I thought. At least Harry and I only get Aunt Petunia banging on our door…
Harry asked the snake, "So where did you come from?" The snake pointed at a little piece of stone that had the snake's origin on it.
"Oh, cool! I heard it's nice in Australia," I say. Then it occurred to me that Harry and I were talking to a snake.
Harry asked, "Was it nice there?" I slap him upside the head lightly and point back down towards the stone.
"If you're going to bother to read something on the stone, you might as well read all of it!" I say as I watch Harry's mini epiphany.
The snake looks at me and gave me a look that almost said, "Thank you!"
I smile and then I hear the Dudley's friend scream, "DUDLEY! MR. AND MRS. DURSLEY! COME LOOK! YOU WON'T BELIEVE WHAT THE SNAKE IS DOING!" This is when I felt like punching him in the face.
Dudley came barreling over and shoved me d Harry to the ground. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Then I heard Dudley scream and opened my eyes again.
Dudley was lying in the snake exhibit and the snake was slithering out. As it pasted us, I swear I could it say, "Thanksss amigos."
Dudley got up and tried to go back through but couldn't get past the glass that wasn't there a few seconds ago.
By the time we got the car, Dudley and his friend were saying that the snake had either almost crushed them or almost made them handicapped. Oh, stop exaggerating! The snake barely nipped at your heels!
The worst part out of everything, though, was that Dudley's stupid friend had stopped spewing stories that didn't happen to say, "Harry and Allianna (AN: Her name is pronounced Ally-On-a) were talking to it, weren't you?"
Uncle Vernon didn't say a single thing until after Dudley's friend was gone and we were home. "Cupboard—no food…" and I couldn't make out the rest because of him slamming our cupboard door in our faces.
Our cupboard is just big enough for us to sleep in it and have our clothes in it. So the only thing for us to do in here when we're being punished like this is for us to talk.
I sat right next to Harry on his bed. "So when do you think they'll let us out?" I asked Harry.
He shook his head and sighed. "I don't know, Alli."
I could feel smile tug on my lips. "Well, I guess it's a good thing that I managed to snag this," I said and pulled out a bag from under my bed.
Harry just looked at it curiously. "What's in it?"
My hand connected to my head. "It's food, Harry. What else could it be?" I asked teasingly.
Harry looked to the ground sheepishly. "I don't know…" I reached up and ruffled his already messy hair with a smile on my face.
God, I love my brother…