Chapter 1
My life isn't something you would tell a child for a bedtime story (which is why the author rated this 'T'), but more as something parents use to enforce the 'There are people worse off than you' line of thought. Its not all bad, but it could definitley be better...
'My' house is in the number four Privet Drive of Little Winning and Surrey. I live with my twin brother, Uncle Vernon Dursley (who had a mustache, little neck and is in perfect shape –under all the body fat– he worked for a company that sold drills), our Aunt Petunia (who had beady eyes, short brown hair and a long neck –which was be perfect for spying on the neighbors– she is the neighborhood gossip and probably the biggest clean freak you'll meet in your life), then finally my cousin Dudley who was 3 months older than us but was the biggest 10 year old I knew, he was also the most spoiled kid I knew.
Oops, I haven't introduced myself have I? My name is Arcane, and since you probably don't know him, I'll introduce my twin brother as well, his name is Harry, our last name being Potter. We were born on July 31st (Harry being older by about 5 minutes). We both have jet black hair, emerald green eyes, and we're both skinny and small, (but that's probably due to malnourishment). As you could have guessed there are a few ways to tell us apart, the first (and easiest) is that I am in fact female, and that Harry wears glasses, with the most subtle being that my hair is long while Harry's is short. The easiest way to tell us apart however, is by looking at our foreheads, Harry has a lightning bolt shaped scar on his (which he tries to hide behind his bangs).
You probably noticed that we have a different last name than the rest of our 'family', that's because when Harry and I were only one year old, our parents died in a car crash, (which we miraculously survived, as you may note) it's also (according to Aunt Petunia) how Harry got the scar mentioned earlier (she says he was cut by the glass shards of the window), ever since then we've been living with our mother's sister and her family.
Now you're all probably thinking that's not bad at all, and while its great not having to worry about finding food everyday and having someplace dry and warm to sleep, that's about as good as it gets. When Aunt Petunia took us in, she made us sleep in the cupboard under the stairs (still do now), when we were 5 Aunt Petunia thought we were old enough to make breakfast for the family everyday (when we were 8 she included diner), we got all our cousins hand me downs, and if Harry or I ever did something bad or something they wanted done that didn't end up perfect they'd beat up the other so that we would feel the guilt of being the cause of the others suffering (and it worked to).
Picking up on his parents behavior, Dudley and his friends would beat us at school, and anybody else that tried to stand up for us, or be friends with us got the same treatment. You may be asking what the teachers were doing, but as Dudley was never openly aggressive toward us when they were watching, there wasn't much they could do without risking his parents anger, which would be a big issue since our Aunt and Uncle made regular 'donations' to the school.
And not once did they celebrate our birthday. Of course the two of us always exchanged gifts in secret, but we often imagined what it would be like waking up and knowing that today was going to be special, that it would be our day, but most of all we wondered what it would be like to celebrate that day with a family that loved us.
The Dursleys were especially harsh if anything out of the norm happened. They would blame Harry or myself (whoever was closer most of the time) for the incident that occurred. Like the time Aunt Petunia got fed up with the way Harry's hair would always be a jumbled mess even though he goes to the barber shop every other week, and she just shaved it all off. I went to bed that night trying to lighten the mood by cracking jokes about him being Charlie Brown for Halloween (which was a couple of weeks away). Ha, that house was awoken the next morning by my voice. Harry's hair had completely grown back, and my waking everyone had got us a good beating. But my favorite was about a month ago on our cousin's birthday. We were in the reptilian house at a zoo...
Dudley had just found the largest snake in the whole zoo, plastering his nose to the glass; he noticed that the boa constrictor was taking a nap at the time.
"Make it move," he whined at our uncle. Uncle Vernon rapped the glass but nothing happened.
"Do it again," our cousin ordered. Again the snake didn't move at the attempts our uncle made to appease his son.
"This is boring" Dudley complained while walking away.
Harry and I walked up to the glass cage of the snake, when it woke up he stated to raised its head until it was eye to eye with Harry. When all of a sudden it winked at him.
Harry's mouth was on the ground when he turned to face me, I gave him an 'Why are you asking me?' look. Harry turned back to the snake and winked back, the snake jerked it head to our 'oh so wonderful' family and rolled his eyes giving an 'I get that all the time' look. Harry was gaping while I was grinning like an idiot at my twin's reaction.
Nudging my twin, he gave me a questioning glance, which I answered with "Make conversation, it's rude to stare."
The snake turned to me and started to hiss, I heard a gasp to my left and saw Harry's eyes open even wider than they were before (if that's even possible) and his mouth was almost reaching the floor. Harry was turning to face me when we heard a "Dad look at this" coming from our right.
Next thing I knew Harry and I were on the floor while Dudley pressed up against the glass. I felt anger pulse through me,' who died and gave him the right to push us around,' then something happened that made that day one of the best of my short life, one moment Dudley was leaning up against the glass of the cage the next their was a very un-manly shriek that tore itself from our cousins throat as he fell through the glass into the cage.
Scrambling up I noticed that the glass was gone and from the faint intake of breath on my left Harry did too. The occupants of the reptile house were shrieking in fight as the boa was making his escape from his confinements; pausing in front of us he bowed his head, which could easily be taken as thanks as he escaped.
That was a month ago. Harry still hasn't told me why he was so shocked when the snake hissed, but I shrugged it off thinking that if it was important he would tell me. He might have just been a little surprised...or scared. While most animals liked me, Harry never had the same luck and I often had to save him from the dogs that roamed the neighborhood.
Anyway we were currently walking home from school laughing at the reaction of our class (and teacher) at a classmate's joke. It was the last class of the school year with a substitute teacher, so we were in pretty good spirits, even if we weren't really looking forward to the summer.
We were just passing by an alley when we saw Mr. Hunter, standing there with his back facing us, "Mr. Hunter." I called. He wasn't our favorite teacher, but he was nice and didn't avoid or ignore us, like others often did. I was slightly worried, since his sister had recently been killed and today was the final day of her funeral.
He turned to us and I stopped, he had changed. Eyes that were once filled with knowledge now had a dead look, his skin now a sickly white, he had morning stubble signaling that he hadn't shaved that morning, and his clothing were wrinkled, all in all he was a mess. But that's not what made me stop, to this day I still can't figure it out what made me stop, but I'm glad I did.
The next thing that happened would torment Harry and I in our dreams for the next few years to come. Our teachers skin exploded and out came a giant balloon… thing. It was a purplish gray color with cannon like guns sticking out from all sides and angles from it, but the thing that scared me the most was that Mr. Hunters face was in the middle of it in an expression of extreme pain, with a huge black upside down star on his forehead. I Grabbed Harry's arm both to make sure this was actually happening, and to reassure myself he was still there. The thing started to float upwards near the roof of the alley.
Then the thing that was once my teacher took aim and fired.
Wolf: Yay first chapter! Hope ya like it Jax! For all those who have read this story before I hope I did it justice and that you like it as well. As Jax and I are not the same person, there will be some differences, though the first few chapters won't change that much. The next chapter will be out soon.
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