MILLENNIUM MAGIC
The Philosopher's Stone
Chapter 1
Life at the Dursleys
For Cyber Orteck, my closest friend.
Ryou Potter was no ordinary eleven year old boy. That much is certain.
For starters, he was an orphan, and his only true friend in the world was his twin brother, Harry. They had been raised till now by the Dursleys, their only living relatives.
Petunia Dursley had been Mrs. Potter's sister, a tall, horse like woman with too much neck. She was a housewife, and spends the most of her days cleaning and screeching at Harry or Ryo. Her hobbies included gossiping and spying on the neighbours.
The husband, Vernon Dursley, was a pig of a man with no neck, small watery eyes and a giant moustache. He owned a firm called Grunnings, which manufactured drills. As a rule he detested anything unusual and considered it a great punishment to have the Potter twins around.
Together, these two had a son called Dudley – and in their opinion there was no finer boy anywhere. Petunia often said he looked like a baby angel. Harry often joked that he looked like a pig in a wig, which made Ryou snicker.
Presently, it is morning at number 4, Privet Drive, and at the first glance there was no physical sign that three little boys lived here instead of just one. But the Potter twins were still there – asleep at the moment. It was the harsh rapping of Aunt Petunia's knuckles and her screeching voice that made the first noise of the day.
"Get up! Now! I want everything to be prefect for my Duddykin's special day! Get up and look after the bacon!"
"Yes, Aunt Petunia," Harry called to her, and Ryo could hear the woman move away from the door, "Dudley's birthday. How could I forget?"
"It's impossible, really, considering that the Dursleys had been planning their trip to the zoo since a year ago," Ryou replied as he sat up. He had snow white hair that fell to the middle of his back and soft brown eyes. His skin was a slight, healthy pale.
Around his neck, he wore a peculiar necklace known as the Millennium Ring, which was given to him as a baby before his mother and father died – a car crash, according to their relatives – and it's the second reason he was such an unusual child. The necklace hosted a spirit, the soul of one Bakura. At times, Bakura would take control of Ryo's body, often so he could speak his thoughts.
At present time, he spoke up addressing Ryou himself, "If that horse makes you or Harry burn yourselves again, there'll be consequences! This is my body too!"
"We'll be careful," Ryou spoke as he watched Harry pull spiders off his stocks. They were used to spiders, because the cupboard under the stairs was full of them, and that was where they slept.
The incident Bakura was referring to happened when the twins were about eight years old. Harry'd been in front of the stove after being told to prepare dinner and Dudley had knocked him into the stove. It had left a rounded scar beneath the boy's ribcage and Ryou had done his best to patch him up afterwards.
After getting dressed – Ryou eying the dress he was forced to wear by the Dursley because they found him too feminine to pass as a boy with great distain – the twins headed to the kitchen and Harry went to look after the bacon. Vernon was already at the table reading the newspaper (which was covered halfway with the presents for Dudley) and he barked, "Cut your hair," at Harry as a way of a morning greeting. Ryou knew Harry's hair couldn't be helped; it simply just grew that way – jet black and all over the place!
Harry was a skinny lad with green eyes and round glasses held together with a lot of scotch tape. Ryou had a sneaking suspicion that Petunia dug them out of a garbage can somewhere. On his forehead was a thin lightning bolt scar that they had assumed happened in the car crash that killed their parents.
If they stretched their memories, Ryo and Harry often came up with a flash of green light. This they supposed was the memory of the crash – although they couldn't possibly imagine where all the green light came from.
Dudley came down with his mother a few minutes later, and breakfast was served, the Potters getting a lot less than the other three. Dudley's eyes sparkled at the pile of gifts, and demanded to know, "How many are there?"
'Money obsessed, fat, obtrusive spoiled pig of a shit eating free loader!' Bakura seethed. Ryou had to agree – despite his dislike of his Yami's word choice - Dudley's parents would give him anything he'd wanted.
"Thirty-six, I counted them myself," Vernon replied.
Dudley grew uglier with rage, and sensing a Dudley-tantrum coming on, the twins scarfed down their food as fast as possible in case he decided to turn the table over. "Thirty-six! But last year, last year I had thirty-seven!"
Sensing the danger, Petunia tried to calm her son, "Yes Dudleykins, and when we go out to the zoo, we'll buy you two new presents. How's that, Pumpkin? Two more?"
"So I'll have, I'll have…" Dudley's face wrinkled with concentration.
Ryou felt his eyes roll and Bakura said as Harry shook his head in disbelief, 'Honestly, the baby whale can't even count!'
"Thirty-eight," Petunia finished for her son. Then the phone rang and she went to answer it as Harry, Ryou and Vernon watched as Dudley unwrapped the presents. He unwrapped the VHS, two new videogames and was working on a gold wristwatch when Petunia came back.
"Bad news, Vernon. Mrs. Figg broke her leg. She can't take them," and she gestured to Harry and Ryou in an offhanded manner.
Harry and Ryou knew they ought to be sorry that she broke her leg, but it was hard to be when they won't be forced into that dimly lit cabbage living room, and be forced to look at all the cats the woman ever owned. This marked the beginning of one of the very few good mornings they had being in the care of the Dursley family.
To be continued…