Two Times the Escape

by pheonixkami

This edition is redone. For those unfamiliar it is a story of Harry and his twin sister Kami as they go through Hogwarts. I may make one in 3ard person. Not sure yet. I just feel like the first one should be from Kami's pov so that everyone gets to meet her. If anyone wants to do a cover art them for the profile picture of this book, that would be great and I will cite credit!

1. The Aunt and Uncle

Two Times the Escape

Chapter 1: The Aunt and Uncle

My name is Kami Payne. I am 11 years old and my life is quiet and simple. Yet, I know that I am different. Weird stuff always happens to me. Such as the time that I was running from my cousin Daily's gang, who teamed up with Harry's cousin Dudley's gang to chase us both. We tried to jump behind the trash cans but we ended up on the roof. Anyway…I love reading and math. Everything about school is cool, except for the social aspect.

People are mean to me. I just don't fit in well. The only one that has shown any interest in me is Harry Potter.

He can make weird things happen too. Just like me. So, we stick together. Not exactly friends, but on the other hand not exactly enemies.

We both have the same birthday and were born within 5 minutes of each other. Ironic, huh? We both live with our separate relations. IE We both live with our Aunt and Uncle. His aunt and uncle are malicious. They are Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon. They both need to get a life. Along with my Aunt Daisy and Uncle Viktor. Not to forget my cousin Daily. She is so fat and stupid and if it weren't for Harry and me she and Harry's cousin Dudley would have been together years ago. Anyway, Harry and I are out on summer vacation. Stonewell High looms in the future. Us in elephant skin.

But Harry told me yesterday he got a funny letter in the mail that his family wouldn't let him see.

Then today I got one in the mail too. And it was funny…the letter was addressed to Kami Potter. That can't be correct. My last name has always been Payne. But before I could even get it open, Uncle Viktor snatched it from me and burned it.

Then right now I am sitting in Uncle Viktor's car as he goes as far away from Privet Drive as humanly possible. His final straw was when the chimney exploded with letters for me. Weird huh? Who could possibly want to talk to me that badly?

We spent last night in a cold damp motel that just proved that whoever wanted me could find me anywhere. I got a hundred letters at the desk that I couldn't read myself.

Now we are waiting on Uncle Viktor at the Isle harbor as he goes in a buys something coming out with a thin package. Obviously he thought this thing out. He even rented a plank boat to get us to some freakin' hut that doesn't even look sanitary.

Well, let's see how fast my birthday comes, with the downpour and me sleeping on the ground in a stupid hut that shouldn't even be standing still…