Disclaimer: I don't owe Harry Potter.
Chapter Two: Breaking glass.
It took three days for Sage and her dad to get her room cleaned out and painted. She now had a flowery blue blanket on the bed. She hung a few pictures on her freshly painted walls. And her dad had taken the old desk out and painted it for her. She now had sky blue curtains hanging on her windows. Her dad paid to have carpet put down. A dark blue one, he put up a bran new bedroom door, he even painted the old cauldron she had kept, and Sage put soil in it and planted little yellow daisies, she loved her room now. But hated living with her grandparents. The moment her dad left to fly to America for a boxing match, her grandparents turned her into their maid: she had to do the dishes every night, had to tend her grandma's flower bed everyday, and clean the house. All while her sister got to set and fed her face, in front of the T.V.
Right now Sage was in the kitchen doing dishes. Her dad was due back today and her grandparents was gone to pick him up at the air port. And Sage was stuck with the breakfast dishes again, while Zinnia was sitting in front of the T.V.
Sage was washing her last dish when her sister came walking into the room, she gave Sage a smirk then went over to the cabinet got out a glass and got some chocolate milk. Then got a bowl and made a bowl of cereal.
She took one bit. "You know I don't think I want cereal." She then dumped the cereal out in the trash and put the bowl in the sink. And then got down a plate. Got out a hot pocket and stuck it in the microwave
"Zinnia, I was almost done with the dishes." Sage said. Zinnia just smirked put her glass in the sink then got a new one and poured Soda in it. Her hot pocket went off and she went over and got it out of the microwave. Took a few bites then tossed it in the trash and put the plate in the sink then poured out her pop then put the glass in the sink and got a new one out.
"Don't you dare, Zinnia." Sage snapped. "You're doing that on purpose."
"Quite your winning." Zinnia said.
"This isn't fair. Ever time I do the dishes you purposely dirty more." Sage cried. "You know grandpa said I had better have them done by the time they get back."
"Come on, Sage, they're picking up daddy." Zinnia said. "You know they're not going to punish you with him here. You're daddy's little girl."
"You know he treats us the same." Sage said.
"Whatever." Zinnia got the glass down anyway.
"Zinnia, I said no." Sage cried. The glass in Zinnia's hand suddenly broke and she screamed out clenching her hand as it bleed. Suddenly there was footsteps and their dad came running into the kitchen carring a black gym bag.
"What is it." Dudley asked, tossing his bag on the floor. His eyes widened when he saw Zinnia's hand. He went right to her. "What happen?" He grabbed some paper towel and held it to her hand as Petunia and Vernon came in.
"Mum, get the first aid kit." Dudley said. Petunia left and went toward the bathroom.
"Zinnia, honey, what happen." Dudley asked, making his eldest daughter sit down in a chair.
"Sage threw a glass at me." Zinnia said. "It hit the glass I was holding and they both broke, cuting my hand."
"What?" Dudley said, looking at Sage in shock.
"Daddy, that's not true." Sage denied. The glass she was holding just broke. I don't know why or how. We were arguing and all a sudden it broke."
Dudley's eyes got wide and Vernon suddenly grow pale.
"Plea...se," Vernon stumbled out. "Glasses don't break themselves, girl. You must have thrown one at your sister."
"But I didn't! I swear, grandpa." Sage said. She turned to her dad. "Daddy, you believe me don't you."
Petunia now came back into the room and handed her son the first aid kit. He opened it and started looking through it.
"Sage, honey, go wait in your room, I'll come talk to you when I tend to your sister's hand." Dudley said.
"But, daddy," Sage argued. "I swear I didn't do it."
"You heard your father, girl, now go." Vernon said.
"Dad," Dudley said, cleaning his daughter's wound. "My daughter's name is Sage. You'll do good to remember that."
"Dudders, I didn't mean anything by it." Vernon said.
"Stop calling me that." Dudley said. "I'm a grown man. I have two kids of my own. I think I have out grown childish nicknames."
"Dudley," Petunia said.
"Sage, go on now." Dudley said. "I'll be up there in a minute to talk to you."
Sage said nothing as she begin to cry and ran to her room, she slammed her door and laid down on her bed crying. Dudley came up to talk to her ten minutes later.
"Sage, sweetheart." Dudley said, coming into the room and closing the door. He walked over and sat on the bed next to her and ran his fingers through her hair. "I believe you, honey."
"You do?" Sage asked, rasing her head.
"Of course, you could never do anything like throwing a glass at your sister." He wiped the tears from her eyes. "Now tell me what really happened."
"I was doing the dishes. And Zinnia came and got a bowl of cereal, she only took one bite dropped it in the trash. Then put the bowl in the sink. Then got a glass of milk poured it out and put the glass in the sink. She then made a hot pocket only took a few bites then tossed it in the trash, and put the plate in the sink. She also poured out the Soda Pop she got. Then went to get another glass. I got mad and told her not to. We argued then the glass just explored." Sage explained.
Dudley sighed. "Has anything ever happened like that before. Anything weird you couldn't explain?"
"Once in school, some of Zinnia's friends was picking on me. And all of a sudden her friend Annie's hair started falling out. And once a boy Zinnia likes was throwing food at me in the lunch room, and his tray flew up and hit him in the face." Sage said.
"Okay, sweetheart." Dudley said. He patted her on the knee. "When your birthday gets here I think these things will all be explained. But right now I need to talk to your grandparents." He stood and walked to the door. "I know how curious you can be, but do not come down here got me." He then left.
Sage waited a minute then got up and quietly walked to the top of the stairs, to listen. She could hear everything coming up the top of the stairs.
"Zinnia," She heard her dad's voice. "Go to your room. I have to talk to your grandparents, and you're grounded, so no T.V."
"Grounded for what." Zinnia demanded.
"For one, wasting food and two, lying to me and three, dirting dishes while your sister was doing them. Now go to your room." Dudley said. Sage quickly hide in the shadows as her sister stumped up the stairs and into her room and slammed the door shut. Sage then went back to the top of the stepps to listen.
"You know what that broken glass means." Dudley said. "She's like him, like Harry."
"Harry" Sage thought. Was her dad talking about the Harry Potter that use to have her room, when she had asked her dad about him, he acted as if he suddenly became deaf, into Sage dropped the subject.
"Do not speak that name under this roof." Vernon said. "We were free of him years ago."
"Keep your voice low." Dudley said. "I don't want to talk about Harry anyway. I want to talk about Sage. She mentioned a lot of weird things that happen around her. Stuff like what happened around Harry. She is like him."
"No," Petunia said. As if being like Harry was the worse thing in the world. "You don't know that."
"Yes, I do." Dudley said. "She must get it from Harry. They would be kin, and her 11th birthday is almost here, you know what that means."
"No, absolutely not." Vernon thundered. "I will not have another one in my house. No. I will not."
"She is your granddaughter, dad." Dudley said. "You can't treat her the way you did him. I know you guys hate her already."
"Duddy, we don't hate her." Petunia said.
"Yes, you do." Dudley said. "Don't think I don't know how you treat her when I'm not here. It's all because she is just like Harry when he was her age. She acts just like him and I want the mistreatment of her to stop."
"Let me tell you this." Vernon said. "If you plan on letting her go to that place."
"I do." Dudley said.
"Then if she is going to be one of them, she will no longer be my granddaughter." Vernon yelled.
There was a noise that sounded like someone hitting somebody, the a groan of pain, and Petunia gasped.
"Dudley," Petunia cried, then Dudley stormed out the door, slamming it so hard it bounced back, hit the wall, and the door knob went through the wall leaving a small hole, and the top of the door, hit the mirror hanging on the wall shattering it, pieces flying everywhere.
A few minutes later Petunia led Vernon toward the kitchen with a bloody nose. and Sage ran to her room, and laid down in her bed, wondering what was going on, what where they hiding her, and just what was so wrong about this Harry guy, that it was some bad to be like him.
A.N. sorry the chapter is so short, but I posted another to make up for it, and hope they both are good.