Second chapter Yay!

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THE ZOO

Nearly ten years had passed since the Potters died and the twins were left at the door of the Dursleys, even though so much time had passed, Privet Drive was the same, the sun had shone on the same lawns, number four was the same too. The only things different were the car and some toys scattered around the yard.

Inside the house the only thing different were the photos above the fireplace, before they showed what looked like a beach ball with several different colored plates, now they showed a big fat boy with his first bicycle in the carousel of the fair, playing with his father at the computer, being hugged and kissed by his mother. Nowhere in the house had any signs that there were other children there.

However, the Potters were still there sleeping, but there. Aunt Petunia's voice took them out of their dreams, or at least woke Harry up, since Violet still slept like a rock.

"Get up! Wake up! Now!"

Harry woke up startled. The aunt knocked on the door again.

"Get up!" shouted.

Harry heard her walk toward the kitchen and then a frying pan hit the stove. He turned on his back and tried to remember the dream he was in. It was a nice dream. There was a motorcycle. He had the strange feeling that he had seen this dream before.

Her aunt had returned to the door.

"Have you gotten up yet?" she asked.

"Almost" Harry replied looking at Violet as she lay on the bed and almost drooling on the pillow.

"Well, hurry up, I want you to take care of the bacon and your sister make the toast. And do not dare to burn anything. I want everything perfect on my Dudley's day"

Dudley's birthday, how could he forget? Harry got up and went to his sister and started shaking it and calling

"Vi wake up! Cam on Speedy wake up! We have to make breakfast"

"I don't wanna Harry. Let me sleep will a" Violet never woke up at first, which always gave Harry several scolding

"Not today Vi, today is the pig's birthday, and we have to make breakfast. Now get up Violet" As soon as Violet heard his brother call her by her name she got up. Harry only called her Violet when the thing was serious if it was not always Vi or Speedy.

With the two siblings awake, they dressed up taking some spiders out of their socks or shoes and headed toward the kitchen. When they arrived there, they saw a table practically covered with birthday gifts, by what they saw Dudley had gained the new computer that he wanted a second TV and a race bike. For what exactly he wanted one is a mystery, after all he hated sports. The only sport he liked was to hunting Harry.

Dudley was fat, he also had a small neck almost nonexistent, just like his father Vernon, blond hair and watery blue eyes, Aunt Petunia often said that he looked like an angel; Violet often said that he looked like a pig with a wig which earned him the nickname of pig for Dudley.

Maybe it had something to do with living in a dark closet, but Harry and Violet were small and skinny for their age. Harry looked even smaller and thinner than he really was because they only gave him to wear Dudley's old clothes and Dudley was four times bigger than him, Harry had brown hair all over his eyes and green eyes always behind his glasses with silver tape because of Dudley sometimes punching him in the nose, and bony knees. Violet had long red hair her eyes were greenish brown. Whoever looked at her would think she was an angel, but she was just the opposite, whenever possible she was in trouble at school and was the only one who could go against Dudley.

The only thing Harry liked about his appearance was a thin scar on his forehead that had the shape of lightning. It had existed since he understood what it was. The first question he remembered doing to Aunt Petunia was how he got it.

"In the car wreck your parents died in" she had answered. "And do not ask questions."

Do not ask questions this was the first rule to lead a quiet life like the Dursleys. Of course, Violet always broke this rule she just asked things to get her aunt mad.

Uncle Vernon came into the kitchen when Harry was turning the bacon.

"You need a haircut," he said in a good morning. About once a week, Uncle Vernon peered over the newspaper and shouted that Harry needed to cut his hair.

Harry must have made more cuts than the rest of his boys added, but it made no difference, his hair just grew that way, everywhere.

While Harry and Violet put the coffee on the table, which was difficult because of the large number of gifts, Dudley counted the boxes.

"Thirty-six," he said, looking at his parents.

"That is two less than last year's "

"My dear, you did not count Aunt Margs, you saw the one underneath the big mama and the daddy."

"Okay, thirty-seven then," Dudley said, his face starting to turn red. Harry and Violet saw that he would start with a fit of rage and then tried to eat their coffees quickly in case Dudley turned the table. Aunt Petunia also predicting the attack soon tried to give what the son wanted, as always.

Dudley was a very spoiled boy, he always got a fight in high school, but he never had a quarrel with his parents. However, the Potters had almost nothing, always earning what once had been Dudley's clothes, toys (usually broken) and sometimes food. The brothers were often treated like servants, having to do the dishes, making breakfast, lunch, and dinner. That was regardless of how often they could not meet deadlines and then are tossed in the closet without food and water for up to two days.

While Dudley opened his presents, the phone rang and Aunt Petunia went to answer, Violet who was the only one who was not paying attention to Dudley, she realized that it was something related to her or to her brother since Mrs. Dursley was casting annoying glances at their direction. When she returned she gave the best news the Potters could expect. Mrs. Figgs had broken her leg and could not stay with them.

Whenever the Dursleys had to leave and they did not want to take the siblings, they usually left them with Mrs. Figgs, she was an old lady who loved her cats, whenever they went there the Potters had to see the photos of each one, she was cool, but it was annoying to see the pictures of her dead cats.

Soon Mr. and Mrs. Dursley began to discuss what they would do with the twins as if they were not there, it happened quite often. After a few minutes, Aunt Petunia had the brilliant idea of taking the Potters with them to the Zoo, but leaving them in the car. Uncle Vernon did not want that the car was new and who knew what those criminals might do with it. No Doubt not liking the direction his parents' conversation was taking Dudley resolved to fake a tantrum, he had not really cried for years, but he knew that if he screamed loud enough his mother would give anything he wanted.

"Oh do not cry, Dudinha, Mommy will not let them ruin your special day," Aunty Petunia said, hugging her little pig,

"I ... do not ... want ... them ..." he shouted amid great mock sobs

"They always... they ruin everything!" And he smiled wickedly in his mother's embrace.

At that moment the bell rings for the desperation of Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon who still did not know what they would do with Harry and Violet

"Oh my God, they're here Vernon! They arrived!" A few minutes later, Piers Polkiss and his mother entered the Dursleys house. Doubt seeing his friend there stopped faking the cry at the time.

About an hour later the Potters were squeezed between Dudley and Piers on their way to the Zoo, for the first time their uncles had no idea what to do with them, but of course they would not go without a good leaving call of Uncle Vernon.

"I'm warning you, no funny business, no matter how small they are, you'll be in the closet until Christmas understood me until Christmas!" Harry soon saw through the face of his sister that she was going to do something; after all, she always got them into trouble.