Adopted
"Harry, Midnight WAKE UP!" yelled a shrilling voice which belonged to Aunt Petunia. At hearing the voice I sat up, still half-sleep as she hit the door one more time. My older adopted brother stared at me for a while with his bright green eyes under a mess of black hair. Harry Potter was my adopted older brother. His parents took me in while my parents left me or says Aunt Petunia. I doubt it because I have a golden crescent moon with dark blue clouds at the bottom choker from my dad. I'm half Native-American and Japanese; I over-heard Aunt Petunia saying that was why I was so strange and different. I have long black hair and light red-brown eyes with yellow gold specks. My skin has a light tan to it.
"What? Why are you staring at me?" I asked feeling a little grumpy.
"You have been having those nightmares again?" Harry said. I slowly nodded my head. Harry left to let me dressed.
I walked into the kitchen to started cooking pancakes for the Uncle Vernon, Dudley, Aunt Petunia, Harry, and me. Harry started to make the bacon and coffee. Uncle Vernon sat reading the paper and yelled about Harry needing to comb his hair.
"How many are there?" Dudley asked
"36, counted them myself." Uncle Vernon said proudly.
"36! Last year I got 37!" He shouted back
"Yes but some are bigger that last year." Pleaded Uncle Vernon.
"I don't care how big they are!" Dudley shouted again.
"Not to worry Dubby, we'll buy you three more while we're out." Pleaded Aunt Petunia.