The Mystery of the Sorcerers Stone

By: Teo Blaise

Disclaimer: The original story and characters belong to J.K. Rowling. Dorinda, Rose and Julian Potter belong to me. The plot belongs to me but I borrowed the idea from somebody that I cannot remember now.

Chapter1: Meet the Potters

"You brats need to get up right this instant!" The shrill voice of Aunt Petunia flowed in through the door. Four groans could be heard as the woman stocked off to put a pan on the stove, she was back a moment later. "Are you awake yet?"

"Nearly," Harry Potter said yawning as he sat up, careful not to hit his head on the ceiling. Dust fluttered down on him thanks to the fact that Dudley, Aunt Petunia's overly large child not to mention their lovely cousin, was trying to pound the floor in. You see though, the boy was not on the roof of the second floor, he was on the stairs and their ceiling was the stairs. To put it simply they slept in the cupboard beneath the stairs.

"Get off my leg Rose," Julian muttered into the bed mattress as they untangled their selves. Four people on a single bed could get hectic sometimes, even hurtful if they tried. Sometimes when their Uncle forgot to lock their cupboard, one or two of them would sleep out on the couch. Careful to never oversleep and get caught.

"Sorry," the girl named Rose apologized getting off the bed and squatting as she looked for their socks under their ragged bed.

"Come on you two if we don't get up now Aunt Petunia will have a fit," Harry advised the two still laying on one another, tangled in a slumbered peace. One head lifted, Julian's and nodded as he withdrew his arm from underneath his sister and got up. They were cramped to say the least but it wasn't too bad, or that's what they told themselves.

"Dorinda," Julian said shaking her small body gently, she mumbled something and turned over. "Fine Aunt Petunia can hide your bum then."

"I'm up," Dorinda groaned throwing their threadbare blanket off her body. Rose handed her a pair of gray socks, the spiders already wiped clean from them. "Thanks."

"We better go," Harry muttered opening the door and accidentally smacking Rose on the shin, he muttered a sorry but it wasn't necessary. Rose knew it wasn't his fault. There was only about a two-foot space left after their bed. Now at nearly eleven years of age, they couldn't be expected to all sleep in here much longer.

"There you are and don't burn the bacon!" Aunt Petunia exclaimed handing the pan filled with cooking bacon over to Harry. The girls set the table while the boys served their cousin and uncle, both who just entered the room.

Their family didn't look at all like them. Aunt Petunia had a long neck like a horse, brown eyes, hair the color of mud and her face seemed to be always in a sneer of some sort. Uncle Vernon was a large man, a very large man with little neck and three chins. He had a mustache the color of straw and a balding head. Their cousin, Dudley, was a clone of his father, large, short and dumb.

They on the other hand could not have been more different looking. Harry, Julian and Dorinda all had jet-black hair while Rose had inherited their mother's striking auburn locks. All four of them had striking emerald colored eyes, Harry's being bespectacled. They were all relatively the same height, short for their age, surely from the lack of proper nourishment growing up. Their thinness was made more pronounced by the clothes they were given to wear. Both the girls wore plain frayed dresses the color of a dull grey and the boys were forced to wear oversized shirts and baggy jeans that at one point had belong to Dudley.

Most people found them unremarkable and mostly only stared at their unkempt appearances. However, there was one thing that they themselves found quite unique. They all held scars on their foreheads. Jagged cuts into their otherwise perfectly tanned skin, made so by days in the garden. Aunt Petunia had told them the scars were remnants of the car crash that their parents had died in. They had all barely been one.

The Potters were at the end of many jokes and taunts at the school, a place that Dudley had made sure they had no friends. It didn't matter to them, they were all very close to one another. They took the extra time to spend on their schoolwork, something Uncle Vernon could never criticize them for. Dorinda was exceptionally intelligent and made sure the others kept up.

"Thirty seven! That's two less than last year!" Dudley whined after he was done counting his presents. Vernon put his newspaper down while Petunia rushed over to comfort him.

"Dudley dear look you forgot to count Aunt Marge's present, see the one under the big one mummy and daddy got you," Petunia tried to soothe the boy while smiling sickly. The boy didn't seem happy that he still didn't have more than last year. "And while we're out, we'll buy you two new presents. That's two more Duddiums."

"So that would be thirty s-seven, t-thirty e-eight-"

"Thirty nine sweetums," Aunt Petunia said with a smile, Dudley instantly brightened and started scoffing down some more food. "Brats clean this up!" Petunia ordered shrilly pointing to the mess of dirty dishes, four heads nodded. The telephone rang and Aunt Petunia went to answer it as Dudley started unwrapping his presents.

They couldn't help but glance at all the gifts wistfully. They had never received presents, not for a birthday and certainly never for Christmas. They were a burden on the Dursley's, something of which was mentioned daily. Yet every year, they waited the hours out on holidays and on July 31st, hoping that maybe that would be the year they would receive something. Anything.

"Look at the great oaf," Dorinda muttered just loud enough for her three siblings to hear, three identical smiles were sent her way.

"What are you muttering about girl?" Vernon asked rudely with a sneer, his face discolored. Dorinda gave him an innocent look as she washed the dirty dishes before handing them over for Rose to dry and then to be put away by Julian. Harry was currently still clearing the table, it was still half-full with dirtied dishes. Both Uncle Vernon and Dudley ate as much as two men a piece. "Mind your manners."

"Bad news Vernon, Miss Figg broke her leg," Aunt Petunia said coming in, not looking the least bit sorry for Miss Figg. "She can't watch them."

"What about your friend?" Vernon asked going puce in the face; Dudley was looking heartbroken; almost dropping his new TV on his foot.

"I don't want them to go, they'll ruin it!" Dudley cried in the most unconvincing sob ever.

"Don't worry sweetums mummy will take care of it," Petunia tried to reassure him, it didn't work. Vernon was about to ask about Petunia's friend again but Petunia cut him off. "She's on vacation in Majorca."

"Well we can't take them all with us, not enough room." Vernon said angrily glaring at them with his beady blue eyes. "We can take two and leave the other two outside; we won't be gone too long."

"You two get in the car!" Petunia snapped, pointing to Harry and Rose, they were certainly the more behaved ones. "And you two, out. The door will be locked." Dorinda and Julian didn't hide their glares at the woman but nodded all the same.

A second later a knock came to the door and inside came a rat faced boy, Piers Polkiss. Dudley's best friend, he was usually the one that held back the arms of the kid while Dudley punched them in the face. More than once, both Harry and Julian had been subjected to their cousin's fists. Julian often found himself in more trouble then the rest of them, he never could keep his mouth shut.

"Have fun you guys." Julian muttered grabbing Rose's hand. "Don't worry bout us, we'll find something to do." He squeezed her delicate hand reassuringly. Vernon turned towards Dorinda and Julian, his face turning back to its normal shade of red.

"No funny business you hear?" Vernon said with a sneer pushing them outside, he locked the doors and with a last scathing look, went to the car and left as if he was in a hurry.

Dorinda and Julian watched the car drive off and looked back toward the door longingly when the car was out of sight. It was uncomfortably hot outside, the sun shining powerfully down on them, sweat already beginning to lick the edges of their hairlines. Dorinda put her long wavy hair up into a ponytail in a sigh. It would be a long couple of hours.

"Want to play in the water?" Julian suggested with a mischievous smile. Dorinda looked up with a raised eyebrow.

"We'll get in trouble if we're wet when they get home," Dorinda said logically as she turned her eyes toward the water hose.

"Love, the sun will dry us off quickly enough after we're done. They probably won't be back for at least three hours, a little fun won't hurt." Julian gave her a smirk as she rolled her eyes but nonetheless stood up and turned on the water, she sprayed Julian in the face. He could have easily moved out of the way but the coolness was welcomed by his body. Julian hurried over to steal the hose and began to repay his sister's kindness.

For the next three hours, if another house member of a nearby house were to look out their window, they would see two of the horrid Potter children running around wildly. No manners, no respect and certainly no decency. Vernon was surely justified to be sending them off to boarding schools for the criminally insane.

"Julian this isn't fair," Dorinda muttered smacking him in the head blindly, he was sitting on her middle and using the hose to spray water in her face. "Julian!"

"Oh fine." The shaggy haired boy muttered getting off her and going to shut off the water. "The Dursleys will be home soon, wonder if Harry and Rose had any fun?"

"With those uptight lumps, doubt it."

"Why do you think they hate us so much?" Julian asked lying down on the wet pavement that was quickly being dried up by the sun. His shirt and jeans had been discarded earlier so he did not get them wet; he was clad in just his boxers.

This question was always brought up. Honestly, what had they done so wrong that they deserved to be treated this way. It was not their fault that their parents had died. If they had had a choice, they would certainly not have chosen to be with their relatives. They all knew that it was a big surprise and stressor to suddenly have four more mouths to feed but were they truly to be blamed for it? The Dursleys apparently believed so.

"I dunno Julian." Dorinda always gave the same answer. For she did not know and for all her smarts, she could never give a proper answer to this question. She was as confused as the rest of them, they were suppose to be family. Yet they were treated as if they were all mortal enemies.

"We are asked to do so much and never allowed to ask for anything in return." Julian stared off longingly, his eyes glazing over as his thoughts took over. "They give us a bloody cupboard, our reward."

"One day Julian, we won't ever have to deal with them again." Dorinda laid her head upon her brother's bony shoulder and sighed. The far off fantasy playing beautifully in her head.

"I can't wait." Julian muttered, looking down and away from the sunset. His hands clasped tightly together.

"Me either." Dorinda was used to her brother's rants. He hid his feelings behind his humor but behind that mask, he was quite serious.

They didn't have that many years left, considering they had already made it ten years with their relatives. Seven more could at the least be tolerable. Being all together made it easier, if they had each been alone, it would have much harder and very lonely. They were at the very least, thankful to have one another. Support could do wonders for their morale.

"Suppose they might be jealous once we tell them how much fun we had?" Julian smiled, looking over at his sister. His shaggy hair hanging in his eyes playfully. "Glad we didn't have to endure the zoo with the real pigs."

Dorinda giggled as she squirmed away from her brother. Julian joined in the laughter as he helped the girl off the ground; he slipped his four times too large shirt over his head and zipped his baggy jeans back up.

"Hopefully they're home soon." Dorinda noted, her eyes following the falling sun. They didn't much fancy being out in the dark.

"Yeah hopefully," Julian murmured as the two sought shade under the house gutters. Dorinda curled up in his arms; he held onto her lightly not caring that the extra heat was unwelcome by his body. He let the girl drift to sleep in exhaustion, part from too much play and part from the heat. He soon drifted off as well, only to be woken an hour later by the sound of a car engine. "Dorinda wake up."

"Mhmm," she muttered in her sleep digging her face into the crevasse of his sweating neck even more.

"The Dursleys are back and they don't look too happy," Julian told her lightly, two eyes flew open and looked around. Julian let go of the girl and stood up, helping his sister a moment later. "Not that they ever look pleasant but his face his puce already."

"You four in the cupboard no dinner!" Vernon yelled holding the door open, it was then the other two noticed that Dudley was soaked. "Get going!" He spit after Dorinda lagged behind, a swift kick to her leg made her yip but she no longer lagged. Something had happened and now all the Dursleys had their knickers in a bunch.

"What the hell happened?" Julian asked, half-amused and half worried. He had pulled Dorinda down onto the bed to look at her leg where Vernon had kicked her.

"We dunno Julian, one second Harry was on the floor from being pushed by Dudley and the next Dudley was inside the snake's cage!" Rose explained honestly, as she climbed onto the bed and sat against the wall.

"And?" Dorinda asked, as she took in the glances Rose and Harry shared. Both hesitating in being the one to answer.

"Well we sort of talked to the snake," Harry let out slowly as if he himself didn't quite believe it. "Said he never been to Brazil."

"You what?" Dorinda asked, her eyebrows disappearing into her hair. Rose nodded, her eyes wide and perhaps slightly terrified. "Snake can't talk!"

"Well this one did, you should have been there." Harry enthused, his eyes alight in memory of the curious event.

"Amazing." Julian shook his head, how he would have liked to see something like that.

"It was!" Rose smiled as she began to yawn and lye down fully on the bed, three yawns agreed with her. Soon they were all laying on each other in a mass of limbs, all asleep soundly.

"Wake up!" Petunia yelled banging on the door, the usual four groans answered. Their normal routine followed, it had been a week since the incident with the snake but the Dursleys still seemed to be in hate mode. Not that they ever left it.

"Dudley go get the mail," Uncle Vernon said ignoring the four of them, Dudley looked incredulous at being asked to do something so servant like.

"Make one of them get it!"

"Julian get the mail."

"Make Dudley get it."

"Dudley hit him with your smelting stick," Vernon said not looking up from his newspaper, Julian caught the stick in his hand as it was just about to hit him in the head. Dudley glared at him as he yanked it away and continued eating.

There was an unusual amount of mail today; He stood there a second looking through it. The first three being bills, a belated birthday card for Dudley from Aunt Marge and four thick envelopes. Julian turned the first one over and gazed at the emerald ink in wonder. It was addressed to him! He never got mail! Who would honestly wish to send him something. Looking around anxiously, he quickly looked at the other three envelopes and with amazement at his brother and sister's names, he stuffed the letters into the seam of his boxers. His eyes darting back and forth to make sure no one had seen him, he put his shirt back down and walked back into the kitchen. His face gave away nothing.

"Who would want to send us letters?" Julian asked skeptically later that day, it was just after dinner and they had been secluded back to their cupboard. Their dinner had been a few pieces of meat from the pork roast and a slice of bread each. He had waited until later to even mention the letters and stashed them away in the cupboard when he had gotten the chance.

"Dunno but I think we should open them and find out." Harry said tearing open his letter, Dorinda shook her head at the boys lack of patience. The other three opened their letters as well, silence consumed them as they all read their identical words.

"Um," Harry muttered looking up after he had finished his letter. "Does your's talk about magic as well?"

"Magic…is real?" Rose asked aloud, disbelief written all over her face. Could it be true?

"Do you think it's a trick?" Harry asked starting to reread the letter again. Dorinda was quiet and the girl was never quiet, three heads turned toward her.

"I don't think it's a trick. I mean look at all the weird stuff that always happens to us. Remember when Dudley and his gang were chasing Harry? And somehow, he just ended up on the roof of the school. How is that possible? It must be magic, our magic," Dorinda rambled out her knuckles white from holding the letter too tight. It was logical and Dorinda was nothing but logical.

"It doesn't matter; they'll never let us go." Rose stated what was going through all of their minds. Her face still stuck in amazement, staring wondrously at the emerald words.

"I say we go anyways its not like we have anything to lose." Julian pointed out and surprisingly, Dorinda nodded fiercely. Harry and Rose looked less sure.

"We could lose each other," Rose whispered. What if it was just a joke? A cruel way for the Dursleys to get back at them for the incident at the zoo. It couldn't be put pass them.

"That would never happen; if we stay then we will always wonder is this was real and if we had went-" Dorinda stated logically looking at her hands; Harry grabbed them with his own while interrupting.

"What do you we do then?"

"We will leave." Julian said simply. "Tonight."

Immediately they began to plan, but something else, something infinitely more important was now racing through all of their hearts.

It was hope.


Redone: November 22 2010