Chapter 2

Sprinkles on Top?

"Get up NOW! I want to see eggs on my plate in 20 minutes! Any later and it will be lashings for both of you!" Nothing can get me up like me Uncle's horrid voice bursting up through the floor boards. I sit up quickly, in this house quick is the only form of movement for us… well for me… Harry seems to think that rule doesn't apply when in reference to waking up.

My back is sore from the lashing I got for not finishing the gardening yesterday. I still get out of bed with quick efficiency to wake Harry.

"Get out of bed you lazy sod!" I shake his tiny frame and wait a moment to hear the groan of acknowledgment that means he is awake and will attempt to remove himself from the bed at any moment.

… nothing. I dive in with quick fingers and run them like spiders up his sides. He grumbles and bats at me. "Daisy go away! Sleep!"

"How could you not hear Walrus? He yells so loudly they could hear him in the States!" I shake him again. "Get out of this bed now! You know I hate making eggs, I'm always frightened I'm going to get shell in it." I flop down onto the bed with a huff. "Remember the tongue lashing I got last time that happened?" He doesn't know that later I got an actual lashing.

He grumbles and flips over to look at me. He sighs and sits up. I can feel him reach over to the night stand and grab his glasses… isn't that just luck? Both of us have a sight problem…how cruel fate can be. He slips them on his face and I reach out to touch his sleep heated cheek.

I rub my thumb over his smooth face. I wish I could see him. He says he has black hair and green eyes and that I have red hair and brown eyes… with lots of freckles. I don't really understand the difference though despite his descriptions.

I don't understand the difference between colors. To me red might as well be the same as blue. Black is the word Harry uses to describe the color of his hair… but I can't understand it. Maybe one day someone will be able to describe it to me in ways that make sense. Until then it means absolutely nothing.

I can feel his smile spread over his face as my thumb continues its caress. "Let me get some cloths on and I'll go down and make the Walrus' eggs. God knows that's just what he needs though right? More FOOD!" there is the humor I adore. I can feel the sun hitting my face as he beams his smile at me.

"Yes well he has to have something to occupy his time, either stuff his face or yell at us." I smirk, it's really not something we should find amusing. But it kind of is.

"His two favorite past times! If he didn't worry about getting food on his tie I think he would attempt to do them at the same time!" I smile at him and give a curt nod before standing up and bustling down the hall to the bathroom.

~HP&DP~

~Harry~

My sister is probably one of the most beautiful people I've ever seen. Not saying I have all that much to compare her to, but I assure you she is radiant.

Her hair is a bright strawberry blond that falls like silk around her face, and she has brown eyes. Her eyes are so mysterious, at first glance they look like pale brown orbs, but when you get closer you can see that they should be as dark as milk chocolate, her blindness clouds her eyes in a dreamy way. And, as if sprinkles on the cake, she has a light splash of freckles over her nose. Compared to her, I'm nothing special. My hair is so dark it's almost black and it is untamable! My skin is pale and lifeless looking, the only thing I have going for me are my eyes. A vibrant green brighter than emeralds are what my eyes remind me of… of course even those are masked by unattractiveness. My dorky glasses are so annoying! And if their regular shape was not bad enough, than the tape holding them together on the bridge of my nose is.

I guess though that I'm happy Daisy is the one who got all the looks. She's blind and I know she can't see how pretty she is, but others do and I feel like it was the worlds' way of saying, 'sorry kid for making you blind, here have some confidence boost!'

And, in all honesty she deserves it. She does so much to try to keep me safe in this overly abusive household it's distressing. She thinks I don't know why she comes back at night with her face swollen and limping! She thinks she's kept me so naive I can't see the truth.

She lies to me and tricks me so I think she is done, so that I don't worry about her or try to take the blame later when our 'uncle' finds out. And I know you are probably thinking I'm a terrible person for letting it continue even though I know what's happening, but what you don't know is that I have my 'lies' too.

Every day our uncle hands me a list of chores. Daisy would be the one to read it and divide it if she could see it, but since she can't it's my job. At first, when we were very young, my uncle gave us a list with about 20 things to do, I was younger than, I really didn't understand the sacrifices my sister made on my behalf, but as I got older and I understood what the bruises meant, as I understood that she was hiding things from me I to began to lie.

As we got older the list got longer, our uncle assumed we could handle more and in all fairness we could (not that he should have given us so many chores in the first place). The list of 20 things became a list of 30 things, and then eventually so long there was no possible way to get it all done in one day without lying through our teeth.

I tell Daisy that the list has about 30 things on it, when truth is it is much longer. I give her 'half' of the list, about 15 things more or less, I take the rest. They are usually fairly simple things because, come on, there cannot possibly be 50 things to force someone to do every day in a regular sized home. Sometimes the chores are even as silly as, shine all the spoons.

I usually get all mine done with relative speed and efficiency because first of all, I can see the thing I'm working with, second, I have to make it seem like Daisy is getting equally as challenging chores or she whines at me.

My sweet sister does everything with such careful efficiency. Her tasks take her twice as long because she has to be thorough and careful.

In the end I know she lies about how much she has actually accomplished that day so I don't feel like I have to take more on. I feel awful to let her do this without explaining that I already know… but my sister has a lot of pride.

She does those things because she thinks it keeps me safely shielded from the harsh reality of what we are living with. If she takes the blame for not completing the chores then she is keeping me from pain.

In many ways it's true, I feel very little physical pain from our uncle because she takes it all, but watching my sister, the one person I care about walk through our bedroom door bleeding hurts more than physical abuse ever could.

She believes I'm still funny and happy because I am ignorant, but the real reason I make jokes and tease her is because I couldn't live a day without seeing the way she her lips curl in the corners when I make a joke at our uncles expense.

We work together to survive this hell we ended up in and without each other to help the other through it I'm not sure either of us would have made it this long without going insane.

With a huff I get out of my warm bed and stretch. I rub my eyes under the dorky glasses and walk over to our small, cramped wardrobe. It opens with a soft click and I rummage through it looking for a t-shirt that isn't to overly large and a pair of jeans that might actually stay on my hips.

Wishful thinking I suppose. I pull out a black t-shirt and some jeans and pull them on with little thought. I open our bedroom door and pull it quietly closed behind me before making my way down stairs to cook eggs for Walrus and the Minions.

I can hear Daisy washing her face as I walk past the bathroom to get the stairs and smile at the door. I walk down the stairs trying not to make any noise just like our uncle likes and pad down to the hall to the kitchen.

I walk over to the stove and start getting breakfast ready. I'm finishing up just as Daisy walks into the room to start pouring coffee and juice. She serves our relatives as I begin washing up the dishes, hiding bits of breakfast for us to eat later. I can hear the Walrus grunt in satisfaction as Daisy places the plates in front of each of them. She turns towards where she knows I'm standing and turns her lips up just enough so I can tell she's happy that he's not raging at us for making runny eggs or whatever other nonsense he spews.

I watch her make her way over to me avoiding stepping where she has memorized furniture to be located and stands beside me. She leans against the counter mirroring my stance almost exactly, which just makes me smile. Even though she's blind we are still so in tuned she can copy me exactly without realizing it. We wait and whisper so quietly amongst ourselves the others won't hear until our uncle gets up to start preparing himself for work.

"Come here boy!" The Walrus' mustache bristles as he yells for my attention. I walk over to him and hold out my hand waiting for the list.

He huffs at me for being a smart ass I assume and smacks the list down into my open hand. "Get this done before I get home, you know the consequences if it's not!" I try my best to not roll my eyes as I answer.

"Yes Uncle." He looks over at Daisy waiting for her to respond.

Even though I know she can't see him she reacts to his gaze as if she can. "Yes Uncle, of course."

He glares at each of us before opening the front door and slamming it behind him. Before I can even turn back to Daisy Dudley comes in. "Stupid gits." He 'bumps' into me as he passes to get to his coat and trainers. "You never get it done." I glare at him and purse my lips.

"And how would you know that?" I'm have always assumed he's already upstairs when our uncle does it, that or he is so mindlessly absorbed in his T.V.'s he's oblivious to the world around him.

…His smirk says otherwise.

He leans in and whispers so that Daisy can't hear from her post in the door way to the kitchen about 10 feet away. "Why do you think she is always limping?" With a smirk so terrible I can't even speak he opens the door slinging his book bag over his shoulder and leaves. I can only look after him with my mouth hanging open and blinking stupidly.

I turn to Daisy slowly, she looks confused. "What did he just say to you Harry? Why did he whisper?" The list of chores is still in my hand and as the words really begin to sink in I crush it in a fist so tight I think I'm breaking skin as my nails dig into my palms.

I storm over to her and grab her wrist. I pull her behind me up the stairs and into our room. I push her gently inside and close the door with a loud click behind myself before rounding on her.

"HOW COULD YOU NOT HAVE TOLD ME?"

I didn't decide until half way through this chapter that this was going to be from the perspective of both Harry and Daisy… but it is. It will never be anyone other than the tow of them though so don't worry. Okay and I know I totally left that on a total cliffy, please forgive me lol. I'll have the next chapter up next week promise!

I might have written more, but with the heavy dose of writing I have placed upon myself that just isn't possible. Writing four chapter fics at once is pretty stupid on my part but oh so fun!

Oh I also wanted to note that in the beginning Daisy was going to be Harry's older sister but it didn't work out because than Harry would have been too young to go to Hogwarts with her and I would have had to write all this extra stuff to explain how Harry could go to Hogwarts with her even though he was to young ands yeah…. Really this isn't worth mentioning except that at some point I'm going to do a real sequel for Hestia's Kindness about all their kids and I wrote twins in that too. So yeah I don't' have like an 'obsession' with twins exactly but they make for good writing.

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