I am extremely sorry for not updating last week. I did have the chapter written, but I forgot to post it onto the doc manager thing before I left home. Granted I probably could have updated once I got home, but yeah. I'm a bit forgetful sometimes.

Sorry I'm rambling. Here is Chapter 1. I apologize for my mistakes because there will most likely be some. I own nothing, but I do like playing with the characters. Please comment and let me know what you think. I love reviews.


Chapter 1- The Disappearing Glass and the Letters

"Up, get up, now!" Aunt Petunia yelled as she furiously knocked on the cupboard door.

Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I groaned out silently as I slowly sat up. I glanced over at my twin brother Harry as he turning on the light and then putting his glasses on. Quickly running my fingers through my messy black hair, I grabbed a rubber band and pulled my elbow length tousled hair up in a messy bun.

I swung my legs over the side of the cot I had been sleeping on. "Morning Harry," I signed to my brother with shaky hands. Mrs. Fig had been teaching us sign language so I wouldn't have to depend on a pen and paper all the time.

My brother glanced at me with a smile as he sat up on his cot. "Good Morning to you as well Iris," He replied before the sound of Dudley stomping towards the stairs stopped us from speaking any more. Looking up above at the wooden stairs, I winced as he retraced up several steps.

He started jumping up and down causing dust to fall from above us. I groaned again as I cleaned the dust out of my eyes. I was thankful that I didn't need glasses and I really didn't want them because I knew the Dursley's wouldn't pay to get another pair so I would be stuck sharing with my brother. He definitely needs the glasses more than I do. His vision has always been bad while mine was always normal.

"Wake up Potters; we're going to the Zoo!" Dudley bragged before racing down the stairs. I stood up and started opening the door when it was kicked close. The force in which the door had been slammed had sent me flying back into my brother who had fallen back upon his bed.

Rolling off my brother, I helped him up and pushed the door open. He turned the light off before grabbing my arm. He held up a silver bell bracelet and quickly clasped it onto my wrist. "We don't want to draw any more attention to ourselves than necessary." He muttered, reminding me of the floating furniture incident because I had a nightmare.

I didn't mean to do it, it just happened. How was I supposed to know that when I slept everything in a two mile radius would start floating? So far, it hasn't happened again but once was already enough to make Aunt Petunia drug me asleep most nights.

Shaking my head, we walked into the kitchen as Aunt Petunia spoke. "Oh here he comes, the birthday boy." She crooned over her spoiled son before we walked in. "Happy birthday son," Uncle Vernon said as I gently closed the kitchen door behind me.

Aunt Petunia turned her attention to me from her son and I watched as her smiled dropped and turned into a sneer. "Harry, take over the bacon and try to let it burn like last time. Iris, go fold the laundry." She hissed at me. I nodded my head as Harry went to the stove and started flipping the bacon while I walked into the laundry room.

I tossed a wad of clothes into the washer. I quickly started folding clothes from the drier and placed them in even stacks before I would deliver them upstairs later. I gently placed all the clothes into the basket and started walking out of the laundry room before coming to a quick halt. I didn't want to run into my brother while he was carrying a scalding hot pain. He didn't deserve to get hurt anymore than he already has been.

"Honey, Mrs. Fig called about twenty minutes ago. She won't be able to watch Harry and Iris today. I'm afraid she broke her leg last night and won't be out of the hospital until tomorrow. I also tried calling a couple other people, but you know better than I do how well that went last time we left them with other people." She said, sneering our names at us because she disliked the both of us.

"I guess we have to bring them along again. I'm sorry son that those burdens are going to ruin your birthday. Girl, do something useful and bring me my coffee." He said angrily. I set the basket down quickly and walked around my brother.

Grabbing the pot, I poured some of it into a large mug and brought it to him. My bracelet jingled the entire time just as he ordered me to. Apparently, I move to silently around the house and that I needed to make some sort of noise. I tried several times to make some noise just so I wouldn't get into trouble, but it was really hard when I had trained myself to be silent and somewhat invisible.

Uncle Vernon had slapped me a couple times which led to Mrs. Fig seeing the bruise. One day while Harry was eating some sweets and watching some television. She had dragged me to her room and riffled through a jewelry box before presenting me with this silver chain bracelet with bells clipped onto it. It had apparently belonged to some family members of hers.

The Dursley's think it is some piece of cheap costume jewelry, not that I really care, so they went with it. Uncle Vernon didn't hit me for being too silent anymore though he found plenty of other reasons over the years.

Setting the mug in front of him, I walked around the counter and grabbed the basket. I left the kitchen, taking the basket upstairs. I deposited the stacks of clothes into the drawers before setting the hamper back down in the bathroom room. I quietly made my way down the stairs and back into the kitchen when I heard Dudley shrieking again.

I promptly rolled my eyes as I went to the sink and started doing dishes without even being told. "36, but last year, last year I had 37." He screamed. I quickly finished up washing the dishes while Harry delivered the plate of food to the table. I started drying them. "Well some of them are quite a bit bigger than last years and more expensive." He said the last part softly to himself.

Oh yes, the reason they can't go on fancy holidays anymore is because all the money they make after paying the bills go to Dudley and the things he wants. The only reason I know this is because I'm in charge of filing their taxes. Harry can cook and I can easily do taxes. We all have our talents.

"I don't care how big they are!" Dudley hissed at his father. Aunt Petunia being the woman who couldn't deal with her son being upset quickly crouched down in front of her son with a small encouraging smile upon her face. "Now, now, this is what we're going to do is that when we go out; we're going to get you two new presents. How's that pumpkin?" She asked.

Harry and I shared a look quickly. We both rolled our eyes before continuing on with our work. I really wouldn't be surprised if the Oedipus complex starts between Dudley and Aunt Petunia. I just hope Harry and I won't be killed like Uncle Vernon if that does happen.

Walking out of the house in a loose pair of pants, a baggy t-shirt, a baggy hoodie, and a pair of worn out black raggedy all stars adorned my feet. Everything was also in dark colors to make me blend in a bit with the surroundings. The belt was the only thing holding my pants up. I even wore a scarf to cover the scar that matched my brothers. I was a bit self conscious of my scar and the way people stared at it.

Harry's clothes were actually similar, probably because we both were wearing Dudley's old clothes. The only new shred of fabric that either of us owned was our socks and underwear. Sadly, we both cherished them since it was the only thing that they gave to us. Alas it was not out of the goodness of their hearts since I think they don't have ones.

We walked arm in arm towards the car before Uncle Vernon came to a stop in front of us. "I'm warning you now freaks. Any funny business, any funny business at all and you won't have meals for a week. Get in." He grumbled as he waved his key at us.

I nodded my head as I slid into the middle seat next to Dudley. I quickly buckled myself in while Harry closed the door after he slid in next to me. He didn't even have time to buckle up before Uncle Vernon was speeding out of the driveway and down the street towards the zoo. I picked up some old newspaper that Uncle Vernon had left in the car and proceeded to read it even if it was a week old.

I stared at the large boa constrictor sadly, feeling somewhat sorry for the snake being trapped inside a cage all day with nothing better to do then be stared at by random people. I would go positively bonkers if I were him. Then again, I'm already locked within the confines of the Dursley household unable to get away from them. I think I actually envy the snake now. How sad is it that I'm actually wishing to trade places with the snake?

"Make him move." Dudley commanded. Uncle Vernon looked up from his newspaper before banging his fist lightly against the glass. "Move," He commanded lamely. His poor attempt angered Dudley and the next thing I know he is pounding on the glass. "MOVE!" He screamed loudly. His little outburst drew the attention of some other people who were close by.

I glanced at my brother and made the sleeping motion before pointing to the snake. My brother turned his attention to our annoying cousin. "He's asleep!" Harry hissed out loud. Dudley sighed out loud before groaning in annoyance. "He's boring." Dudley grumbled before walking off. I rolled my eyes as I leaned against the railing, feeling somewhat tired from another sleepless night. Aunt Petunia either drugs me to sleep like the dead or she makes me stay awake the entire night so I don't accidently make everything float again.

Most nights, it's her making me stay awake while I do Dudley's homework or household work. Sometimes when she's being generous, which is extremely rare, she lets me read or watch some television.

"I'm sorry about him. He doesn't understand what it is like lying there, day after day, watching people press their ugly faces up against the glass. " Harry said to the snake. I watched them both with interest and curiosity. The snake had just woken up and it was slowly lifting its head as it blinked its eyes at my older twin brother.

Harry looked at me then at the tank. "Can you hear me?" He asked. His eyes were going wide behind his glasses as the snake responded. The snake nodded its head and I stared in shock. This cannot be good. This is really not going to be good. "It's just… I've never talked to a snake before. Do you… I mean… Do you talk to people often?" He asked shyly.

I smiled as I gently stroked my fingers against the smooth glass. The snake glanced at me before shaking its head. "You're from Burma, aren't you? Was it nice there? I bet you miss your family." He said as my attention darted to the information next to the tank. It read 'bred in captivity'.

The snake pointed its head towards the sign. The snake looked back at Harry while he read the sign. "I see that's me as well. I never really knew my parents either." Harry said. I gave his arm a squeeze and nodded my head sadly.

"MOMMY, DADDY, come look at what the snake is doing! You will never believe it." The chubby cousin said before Harry and I were shoved to the ground. I dusted my dark clothes off and carefully inspected myself to make sure none of my blood had spilled. Once I was free of wounds, I glanced at Harry who was staring at the glass in anger. His cousin was putting all of his weight on the wall of glass before it suddenly disappeared and the chubby kid fell forward into the tank.

The snake slowly slithered out and glanced at Harry and me. "Thanks," He hissed before slithering out of the exit. My eyes darted towards the glassless wall and I smirked as it reappeared. "No problem," Harry said.

Screams and shrieks filled the room as I bent forward and wrapped my arms around my brother while Dudley slowly stood up. He pressed his hand against the wall before pressing the other one. Once he realized there was no getting out, he started banging his hands upon the glass while crying out for his mommy.

Not even a second later, Aunt Petunia saw her son and ran towards the glass. She pounded her fists against it while searching for a way out. I smiled and started to laugh silently with my brother when Uncle Vernon turned his gaze to us. We instantly stopped and I quickly bowed my head, looking away from his harsh glare. This was not going to be good, but at least we got some lunch before now. That's better than nothing.

Being dragged into the house, my brother and I were thrown against the stairs while Aunt Petunia pulled Dudley over by the fire. "What happened, freak!" He yelled as he slammed the front door closed. He grabbed Harry by the hair as he glared into his eyes. "I swear don't know. One second the glass was there and then it was not. It was like magic!" My brother cried out.

I tried to stop him from hurting my brother but he just shoved me away from the door area and onto the floor while he yanked my brother towards the cupboard door. "There's no such thing as magic!" He hissed as he locked my brother inside the room. He closed the vents before turning to face me.

He roughly grabbed me by the shoulder and pulled me out of the housed and towards the shed out back. Shoving me down, he quickly chained me to the floor before walking away. "If you even think about screaming, at least consider your brothers wellbeing. Oh wait, silly me, I forgot you were a bloody mute, as if you weren't enough of a freak!" He snarled at me before slamming the door shut and looking me inside the dusty, dark, and cool area.

Shivering I leaned against a bag of mulch as I brought my knees up to my chest. Even if I could call out for help, I wouldn't dare do it. I couldn't risk the safety of my brother. He has already stuck up enough for me. Closing my eyes, I felt myself falling asleep.

Several days later, Aunt Petunia freed me of the chains and let me back into the house where I quickly cleaned myself up after cleaning the entire bathroom. Basic hygiene was very important to her so I was extremely lucky to have taken a shower.

Walking back downstairs while running my fingers through my messy hair, I saw my brother walking towards the pile of mail. I quickly frowned at the yellowing bruise I saw on his cheek and quietly raced down the stairs. I gently looked at him causing my brother to jump at the sudden appearance of myself. "You really got to stop doing that Iris. You are going to get into trouble if you keep ghosting around." He mumbled softly before going through the stack of mail.

He stopped walking as he handed me a letter. "Strangely enough, I got one as well." He muttered as we entered the kitchen. I started opening my letter while Harry handed the stack to the Dursley's. He started opening his letter when Dudley caught sight of his and my letters. He practically tore them from our hands as he jumped up and down in excitement. "Mom, Dad. Look, Harry and Iris got a letter!" He yelled as he started waving the letter in front of his father's face.

"Hey give it back that belongs to us!" Harry yelled as we tried reaching for the letters. Aunt Petunia sauntered over with her sneer already plastered on. "Calm down child, who would be writing to either of you." Uncle Vernon muttered while looking at the letter. His smile disappeared as did Aunt Petunia's sneer as it slowly changed to shock.

Dudley just seemed confused as he looked at both his parents. "Off to bed with the two of you. This is just some hoax that someone cooked up. Off to bed now!" He yelled as he waved us off. He slowly ripped the letters apart.

My brother quickly grabbed my arm gently as he pulled me towards our room that was under the stairs. I curled up on my somewhat comfortable that felt like heaven compared to a bag of mulch. "What do you think that was about?" I signed to my brother, hoping he saw it. Lucky for me, he did as he stared at me for a moment. "I don't know, but something is up with them. I don't know why they are acting so weird. Maybe it's not a hoax." He muttered softly as the front doors mail slot closed loudly.

We peaked out the door to see a large stack of letters that looked very similar to the ones we had gotten not too long ago. Uncle Vernon quickly picked them up and tore them apart.

The next day when we got more letters from the mail slot, Uncle Vernon quickly drilled a thick piece of wood over the opening so no mail could get inside. Harry and I looked at each other before hiding ourselves back inside the cupboard where he played with toy soldiers Mrs. Fig had given him while I read over some boring foreign language learning book the Dursley's had gotten to impress coworkers. It was a shame when they realized they couldn't speak Bulgarian to save their life.

The next night, Harry and I walked in on Uncle Vernon burning a large stack of letters that were twice the size of the stack he had ripped apart. It was like every time he destroyed one, two more came back in its place. Finally one Sunday morning while Harry was serving cookies to everyone and I was pouring tea, we got a very interesting surprise.

"Fine day, Sunday is. In my opinion best day of the week, why is that Dudley?" Uncle Vernon said with a creepy smile upon his face as he turned to his son who was cuddling with his mother on the couch. "You like Sunday because there is no post on Sundays." My brother said softly. Uncle Vernon smiled happily as he took a cookie from the plate. "Right you are Harry, there's no post on Sundays." He said the last part a little too cheerfully to himself.

Uncle Vernon ate the cookie when I heard the sound of a bird squeaking outside. I carefully walked towards the window and pulled the curtain back, only for my jaw to drop a moment later. I gaped at the sight of twenty owls on the lawn while Uncle Vernon kept going on and on about the fact that there were no post on Sundays.

"No sir, not one blasted…" He started saying before he had been cut off. I turned to see two bound letters lying on the ground in front of him. The house suddenly started shaking and I quickly set the tea pot down as I gripped the edge of the bookcase tightly.

Letters started pouring out from the fireplace as Dudley started crying like a blubbering baby. He leapt into his mother's as Harry hopped onto the coffee table to grab a letter. I reached out and grabbed one as well. Once we each had one, we started to run away when Uncle Vernon lurched upwards from his seat. He grabbed Harry as he practically tackled my brother to the ground. I attempted to make a run for it, but he latched onto my ankle and pulled me back to the ground.

"That's it, we're going away. Far away were they can't find us!" Uncle Vernon screamed at the tops of his lungs. The board covering the mail slot broke off as more letters started flying in. Aunt Petunia and Dudley were standing in the door way while Harry and I struggled to get away. "Daddy has gone mad, hasn't he?" Dudley pleaded like a sniffing child. I rolled my eyes as I continued to struggle.

Harry and I curled up together on the cold and dusty stone floor while Harry drew a birthday cake with both our names in it. The feel of the dying fire didn't really help us get much warm, but it was better than nothing.

Glancing at Dudley's digital watch, I tugged on his sleeve just before it started beeping for midnight. "Happy birthday and make a wish Harry," I signed to him carefully. My brother smiled as he nodded his head and bent down to the pretend cake. He blew at it and the dust went flying forward just as the front door jerked forward violently, yet remaining closed. The light flicked on and I saw Uncle Vernon toting around a shotgun. "Who's there?" He squeaked out.

I hopped up from the ground and grabbed my brother by his shoulders before pulling him back and hiding besides a fireplace. I quickly pressed my fingers to my lips to shush him while the sound of creaking metal and splintering wood filled the air before a final thud as the door hit the ground. Everyone besides Harry and I started screaming wildly.

"Sorry about that." A deep rumbling voice said. It sounded somewhat familiar, as if I heard it before. I just can't seem to place it. "I demand that you leave at once. This is private property. You are breaking and entering!" Uncle Vernon yelled. I felt my brother grab my hand tightly within his own. He gave it a good squeeze when we saw a very large man, more like a giant, approach Uncle Vernon. "Dry up Dursley, you great prune." He grumbled with his deep voice before breaking the metal tubing of the gun upwards.

The sound of shotguns filling the air caused my brother to jump slightly as I slowly stood in front of him. He may have been older, but he also needs protecting. He can't be the one to always protect me and I refuse to let him now that we're eleven.

"My goodness Harry, I haven't seen you since you were a baby. You're a bit more along than I had suspected, particularly in the middle. Where's your sister, Iris? I thought she would be here." He said as his eyes started wondering around the open area. Dudley shied away from the large man as he shook with fear. "I-I-I'm-m-m not Harry." He stuttered out like the blubbering fool that he is.

"I am," Harry said as he ducked under my arm. I followed after him, standing beside him as I stared up into the giant man's chocolate brown eyes. The man smiled fondly at us as he bent down to our level. "Well of course you are and you must be Iris. I got something special for the two of you. I baked it myself words and all though I'm afraid I sat on it a bit, but I imagine it must taste the same." He said with a sheepish smile as he pulled out a white cardboard box.

Harry took the box from him and slowly pulled off the purple string. I continued to stare up at the man, half afraid that I would do something to upset him. I looked at what was inside the box and smiled at the cake with both our names written on it. Dudley was sniffing the air like a hungry dog as he slowly slid off the table.

"It's not every day a young man and young lady turns eleven, now is it?" Hagrid said with a tiny smile upon his face. I found that I liked this giant despite his scary appearance.

He slowly turned and took a seat upon the couch Dudley had been sleeping on. He pulled an umbrella from his pocket and pointed it towards the fire. Two orange fireballs shot outwards, lighting the logs to a nice hot blaze. Harry set the cake aside as he turned to look at Hagrid once again.

"Excuse me, but who are?" Harry asked him. The man didn't even look at Harry as he searched through his pockets. "Rubbius Hagrid, keeper of keys and grounds at Hogwarts. But of course you two know all about Hogwarts." He said as he stared at the fire. I couldn't help but wonder what he was talking about. I think he may have been mistaken.

"I'm sorry, but I have no idea what you are talking about." Harry said for the both of us. Hagrid looked at the both of us with an arched eyebrow. "No, blimey Harry and Iris, didn't you ever wonder where your mother and father learned it all." He said. Okay, now I was definitely confused.

I elbowed my brother, hoping he would be as confused as I was and ask what this man was talking about. "Learned what?" Harry asked. Hagrid smirked cheerfully as he leaned forward slightly. "You're a wizard Harry and you are a witch my little Iris." He said my name with a tender smile upon his face. Arching my eyebrows in confusion, I thought this man was possibly mentally. But something within me, deep in my gut, told me that this was the truth.

"I'm a what?" He asked. Hagrid said the first portion of his sentence once again while nodding his head. This did kind of explain the floating objects and the time when Aunt Petunia shaved our heads and our hair grew back the next day. It also explained why Harry and I felt so different all the time.

"No you must have made a mistake. I can't be a-a wizard. I mean I'm just Harry just Harry." He said. Ah, my older brother never really gave himself credit. He thought he was just ordinary, but he is extremely special no matter what he says. "Well just Harry, did you ever make anything happen. Things you can't seem to explain." Hagrid asked.

Harry arched an eyebrow, not denying nor confirming his statement. Hagrid just smiled as he nodded his head before standing up from the couch. He reached into his pocket and pulled out two letters. He handed one to my brother and one to me.

I used my fingernail to slice through the green wax as I opened up the letter. I unfolded the noted inside and began to read it over while my brother read his out loud. I finished reading it and looked up at Hagrid while my brother only got half way through his letter before Uncle Vernon pushed past me towards my brother.

"They will not be going. We swore when we took them in that we would put a stop to all this rubbish." Vernon said. My eyes narrowed as I stared at him while my brother spoke. "You knew. You knew all along and you never told us." Harry said as my eyes darted over to my Aunt Petunia.

She had her sneer face on as she crossed her arms over her chest. "Of course we knew how you both could not be, my perfect sister being who she was. Oh how my mother and father were so proud the day she got her letter. We have a witch in the family. Isn't it wonderful? I was the only one to see her for what she was, a freak. Then she met that Potter and then she had you two. I knew you both would be the same, just as strange and just as abnormal. Then she went and got herself blown up and we were landed with you two." She said in a haughty tone as she walked over to her husband.

"Blown up? You said my parents died in a car crash!" Harry yelled as the anger built within me. I had to close my eyes and focus on staying in control so nothing would shake or float.

"A car crash? A car crash killed Lily and James Potter?" Hagrid yelled. His tone of voice sounded outraged and filled with anger. "We had to tell him something." Aunt Petunia hissed. I opened my eyes to see Dudley stealing the box of cake just as Hagrid started yelling again. "It is an outrage. It's a scandal!" He yelled.

Uncle Vernon smirked a tiny smile as he nodded his head. "They will not be going!" Vernon hissed out. He and Aunt Petunia shared a look before she nodded her head in agreement. "Oh and a great muggle like yourself is going to stop them." Hagrid said. I arched my eyebrow at the word he used. What is a muggle? My brother asked him and Hagrid quickly explained that it is what normal non magic people.

"These twins had their name down ever since they were born. They will be going to the finest school of witchcraft and wizardry in the world and they will be under the finest Headmaster that Hogwarts has ever seen. His name is Albus Dumbledore." Hagrid said with so much passion.

"I will not pay to have some crackpot old fool teach them magic tricks!" Uncle Vernon rebuked. This did not seem to sit well with Hagrid, insulting Albus Dumbledore like that. I could tell by the way he lifted up his umbrella and pointed it at Uncle Vernon. "Never insult Albus Dumbledore in front of me again." He started saying before the sound of Dudley eating filled the air.

Hagrid pointed the umbrella at Dudley's behind and in an instant a pig tail had sprouted outwards. I opened my mouth in shock before silently chuckling. Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, and Dudley started screaming and running around like mad buffoons.

Hagrid looked at us with a tiny smirk upon his face. "Oh, I'd appreciate it if neither of you told anyone at Hogwarts about that. Strictly speaking, I'm not allowed to do magic." He said earnestly. Harry and I both nodded in agreement while he pulled out a pocket watch. "Oh, it would seem we are a bit behind schedule. We best be off." Hagrid said as he started walking towards the door.

Harry and I both looked at each other as the door fell back down to the ground. Hagrid turned to us with a tiny smirk upon his face. "Unless both of you would rather stay of course." He said before walking out the door. Harry and I shared another look before he grabbed his jacket off the hook. Since I was already wearing mine, I grabbed my stained scarf and bracelet before chasing after Hagrid.


So there is the first chapter. I hoped you liked it. Please comment because I actually remember to post if i get enough of those even if the reviews are to yell at me.

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