hi, these following chapters are going to be based on the book but with my own changes. also, it's going to be in Adina's point of view, i'll tell you if it's someone else point of view, ok? hope you like it

Disclaimer: i don't not own anything except Adina.

The Vanishing Glass

Ten years has pass since I was found by my so call family. Oh, everything is still the same except the additional photographs on the mantelpiece of my dear cousin Dudley from a baby to now. The sun still rises on the same tidy front gardens and lights up the brass number four on my family's front door, the Dursleys.

I just wish the waking call was different.

"Up! Get up! Now!" yelled my dear Aunt Petunia with her shrill voice as she rapped on my door again, making me wake up with a start.

"Up!" she screeched once more before walking towards the kitchen. I heard the sound of the frying pan being put on the stove.

I rolled onto my back and tried to remember the dream I was having before being rudely awaken. It had been a good one in my opinion. There had been a flying motorcycle in it. I can't help but wonder if it's the same one from long ago. Yes, I still remember that day long ago.

"Are you up yet?" my aunt demanded, now back outside my door. Wow, are my two minutes up already?

I was deciding to not answer but I still remember the last time I did that. I'm still trying to find out where that pan went to. It sure flew.

"Nearly," I responded.

"Well, get a move on, I want you to look after the bacon. And don't you dare let it burn, I want everything perfect on Duddy's birthday."

I groan. It hasn't been five minutes and my day has already been ruin. That's a new record.

"What did you say?" my aunt snapped through the door.

Did I say anything? I swear, she is just looking for some excuse to throw something at me.

"Nothing, nothing …" I answered. I listened at her footsteps fade into the kitchen before sticking my tongue out at her. I would do it at her face but I like where head is at and I do not fancy living out on the streets, thank you very much, I'll just stick to what I got.

As I slowly got out of bed and started to look for socks, I can't help but curse at my luck. Dudley's birthday, why is it today? I finally found a pair under my bed and, after pulling a spider off one of them, put them on.

Now if I was any other girl, I would have scream but no. I'm used to them. Why? Well, it could be due to the fact that the cupboard under the stairs is full of them, and guess what. That's where I sleep, well at most times. I sometimes have to sleep outside, don't ask.

When I was dress, I went down the hall and into the kitchen. I couldn't help but smirk when I remember the oh so nice directions I gave Dudley when we were little on how to find the kitchen.

"Hey you," five year old Dudley said, standing over me.

I looked from the spot I was staring at the wall to him. We were in the living room watching TV, well, Dudley was watching TV. I was just staring at the ceiling in boredom.

"Where's the kitchen?" he demanded.

I blinked and stared at him like he had grown an extra head. He did not just ask me that. The kitchen is just down the hall.

"I said where's the kitchen?" he repeated himself.

I sighed. Well, that just proves that he's stupid.

"Alright, here's where the kitchen is located," I said, lending in a bit as if I was about to tell him a big secret.

Dudley, being well him, lend in also.

I smirk a little. "Ok," I glanced around, pretending to make sure that Aunt Petunia wasn't around before placing my hand around the side of my mouth and pointed towards the stairs. "You go up the stairs, and then take a left, then a right, then another left, jump out the window, through the green house, then through the back door, remember to wipe your feet before entering and you're there!" I said happily, lending back against the wall where I sat.

I was amaze that he could take in that much information. I was almost laughing when he actually followed my directions. Aunt Petunia was not happy when she saw the mess he caused. I received a cuffed over the head, a week in my cupboard, and had to sleep outside that day. Oh well, it was worth it.

I stopped in surprise and confusion as I saw what the poor table was being force to go through. It was almost hidden beneath all Dudley's birthday presents! I would try to recuse it but I was soon dragged towards the stove by my aunt. Pushy much, can't even stand in one spot without her pushing me somewhere.

I stared at her before placing the bacon on the frying pan; I can't exactly glare at her with all these harmful weapons now can I? I swear, I still think they should just place a collar on me and get it over with. By the way they're treating me; anyone would think I'm a dog.

From the corner of my eye, I could see the racing bike that Dudley wanted. I'm still trying to figure out why my cousin wants one. He hates exercise and is very fat; he's four times as large as me, no kidding. His only exercise is when he chases me to punch me for some unknown reason, but I'm too fast for him. Maybe I should make him run more; perhaps he'll lose some weight that way.

I chuckle to myself at the thought as Uncle Vernon entered the kitchen. I spared a quick glance at him before turning over the bacon, counting how many seconds it took for him to save his usual morning greeting.

"Comb your hair!" he barked over his newspaper.

Since my back was turned to him, I rolled my eyes. Thirty seconds, hmm, close but nope, didn't break the last record which was twenty-five seconds. Maybe next time. I don't even know why he insists on having my hair cut, it's always straight. It doesn't matter or bother him.

I had started to fry the eggs when Dudley arrived with his mother. I could give you a very detail description but I'll make it simple for you. Just imagine a pig in a blond wig. There you go. Want my uncle and aunt's description also? Ok, Aunt Petunia, a blond horse and Uncle Vernon, a fat walrus.

Me? I have a slightly thin face, kind of knobby knees, long straight black hair, and bright green eyes. I swear, if you look closely at my hair on a very bright sunny day, you'll see slight red in it. I also have a very small lightening scar on my left forearm. I still remember what my Aunt Petunia told me where I had gotten it from.

"From the car crush where your parents died, and don't ask questions."

I doubt that I got this scar in this form from a car crush. Besides, even though not asking questions is the first rule to a normal boring life of the Dursleys, I ask some every once in a while to just annoy my family.

I quietly hum to myself as I somehow manage to place the plate of eggs and bacon on the table. Dudley, on the other hand, was counting his presents when his face fell. Oh, what now?

"Thirty-six, two less than last year," he said, looking at his parents.

Really? It's thirty-seven! Count right!

As his parents corrected him, I started to eat my bacon before Dudley tantrum came on and turned the table over. I watched as Aunt Petunia quickly cheers him up with the promise of two more presents while they are out.

I gave a small shake of my head as I sighed. They're just making things worse. Heck! Dudley can't even add! And Uncle Vernon encourages this kind of behavior! What are they teaching children these days? Really, I shouldn't be so surprise.

Uncle Vernon and I watched as Dudley unwrapped some unnecessary things when Aunt Petunia came back into the room. When did she leave? By the look of it, it has something to do with me.

"Bad news, Vernon," she said. "Mrs. Figg's broken her leg. She can't take her." She then jerks her head at my direction.

Dudley's mouth fell open in horror, but my heart gave a leap. Every year on this awful day, his parents take him and a friend out for the day to do whatever they wanted. And every year, I'm stuck with a mad old lady who lives two streets away, Mrs. Figg.

Now, don't get me wrong but I hate going there. The whole house smells of cabbage and Mrs. Figg makes me look at photos of all the cats she ever owned.

I wouldn't have minded the cats, I love how sneaky they are, but one of her cats scratched me. Stupid cat.

"Now what?" said Aunt Petunia, looking furiously at me as though I had planned this. Really, why would I spend whatever little time they give me to do that? Nope, I rather do something else.

"We could phone Marge," Uncle Vernon suggested.

Phone her and I'll kill myself.

"Don't be silly, Vernon, she hates the girl."

I could say the same for her. They continue to come up with suggestions on whom to leave me with as I finish my breakfast. Suddenly, it was quiet, too quiet for my liking. I looked up to see them watching me. As if waiting for me to suggest something.

I sighed. "There's two options, option number one, leave me here. Option number two, take me with you guys."

Aunt Petunia looked as though she'd just swallowed a lemon when she heard option number one. So in other words, like always.

I block out the noise Dudley was starting to make as I thought to myself. Why does this seem so familiar? Has this happen before?

Half an hour later, I found myself sitting in the back of the Dursley's car with Piers, Dudley's rat-face friend, and Dudley, on the way to the zoo for the first time in my life. My dear aunt and uncle finally gave up when they couldn't think of anything else to do with me.

I rolled my eyes as my uncle gave me the usual threat before we left. I was found on top of the roof of the kitchen, sitting on the chimney one time. Just one time! And now they think I'm going to do it again, or something else. They don't trust me, good for them; someone should give them a mental.

I listen as my uncle complains to my aunt about motorcycles. Now, I would have mention something about my dream, but I kind of like living more so I kept quiet.

It was a very sunny Saturday and the zoo was crowded with families. The Dursleys bought Dudley and Piers large chocolate ice creams at the entrance and then, because the smiling lady in the van had ask me, I might had sent her pleading looks, what I wanted before they could hurry me away, they bought me a cheap lemon ice pop.

It wasn't bad I thought as we watched a gorilla scratching its head that looked remarkably like Dudley, except it wasn't blond.

I actually had the best morning I'd had in a long time. I was careful to walk a little way apart from the group so that Dudley and Piers, who were starting to get bored with the animals by lunchtime, wouldn't fall back on their favorite hobby of chasing me around to hit me. I wish them luck on that.

We ate in the zoo restaurant, and when Dudley had a tantrum because his Knickerbocker glory didn't have enough ice cream on top, Uncle Vernon bought him another one and allowed me to finish the first, like he was going to buy me another one.

I should have known that it was too good to last. Why? Well, after lunch, we went to the creepy, yet cool, reptile house. It was cool, like I said before, and dark in there, with lit windows all along the walls. Behind the glass, all sorts of lizards and snakes were crawling and slithering over bits of wood and stone.

The two dumb asses wanted to see huge poisonous cobras and thick, man-crushing pythons. Dudley quickly found the largest snake in the place. It could have warped its body twice around Uncle Vernon's car and crushed it into a trash can – but it was fast asleep. I don't blame it.

I watched as Uncle Vernon tried to wake the poor thing up on Dudley' commands but the snake wasn't having any of it. After a while, Dudley shuffled away to look at whatever Piers was looking at.

I shook my head and moved in front of the tank, wondering if it has died of boredom yet. I place my forehead against the glass and spoke softly to it.

"I feel sorry for you, having no one to talk to," I said.

I was surprise to see the snake slowly open its beady eyes and winked at me. Well, now I know it's not dead.

I stared, not knowing what to do. The snake jerked its head towards my family then raised its eyes to the ceiling. Giving me a look that clearly said: "I get that all the time."

Ah, forget it, if I am crazy, where I'm going to be sent to will be much nicer.

"I know right?" I said through the glass. "It's so annoying. It's like they got no life."

The snake nodded vigorously.

I chuckle at it. "You know, you remind me of someone I used to know. Someone from long ago."

The snake just stared at me in wonder before a deadening shout from behind me made us both jump.

"DUDLEY! MR. DURSLEY! COME AND LOOK AT THIS SNAKE! YOU WON'T BELIVE WHAT IT'S DOING!"

Well, there goes my happy spot now. I turned around to see Dudley waddling towards us as fast as he could. Poor penguins! I just insulted them! Please forgive me! As if reading my mind, the snake gave out what sounded like a chuckle, making me grin.

"Out of the way you," he said, punching me in the ribs, catching me by surprise. I fell to the floor, gasping. Oh! He is so going to get it later!

Just as I thought that, Piers and Dudley leapt back with howls of horror. I looked up and gasped; the glass front of the boa constrictor's tank had vanished.

The great snake was uncoiling itself rapidly, slithering out onto the floor. People throughout the reptile house screamed and started running for the exits. Wow, overreacting much, no?

As the snake slid swiftly past me, I could have sworn I heard a low, hissing voice said, "Brazil, here I come… Thanksss, amiga."

Hmmm, nice snake, wish there were people like that. Well there is but not where I live. I don't know why they are afraid of me. I don't bite, much.

The keeper of the reptile house was in shock. I don't blame him. If that was me, I would lock myself up and never step into another reptile house as long as I live, but I can't, no?

"But the glass," he kept saying, "Where did the glass go?"

Easy, it's under the bird exhibit, why don't you go get it?

The zoo director himself made Aunt Petunia a cup of strong, sweet tea while he apologized over and over again. Piers and Dudley could only gibber. As far as I had seen, the snake hadn't done anything except snap playfully at their heels as it passed, but by the time they were all back in Uncle Vernon's car, Dudley was telling them how it had nearly bitten off his leg, while Piers was swearing it had tried to squeeze him to death. Again, overreacting much. The snake only wanted to play.

But worst of all, for me at least, was Piers calming down enough to say, "Adina was talking to it, weren't you, Adina?"

Why you! You better sleep with one eye open tonight you little! There goes my fun.

Uncle Vernon waited until Piers was safely out of the house before starting on me. He was so angry he could hardly speak wheezing, he managed to say, "Go — cupboard — stay — no meals," before he collapsed into a chair, and Aunt Petunia had to run and get him a large brandy.

No meals? Alright. At least I don't have to sleep outside. I thought to myself as lay in my dark cupboard much later, wishing I had a watch. I really don't know what time it was and I couldn't be sure the Dursleys were asleep yet. Until they were, I couldn't risk sneaking to the kitchen for some food. What? You thought I would actually follow that punishment? Nope, I need to eat, at least twice a day alright?

I'd lived with the Dursleys almost ten years, ten miserable years, even though I try to make it enjoyable, ever since I'd been a baby and my parents had died in that car crush. Which I believe my aunt lied about because I can't remember being in the car when my parents had died. Though, if I strained my memory a bit, I remember this blinding flash of green light and a burning pain on my forearm.

What's funny is that I remember two different times I see this flash of green light. One somewhere very bright, like I'm outside, and another in a dark place. I know for sure that the crash cannot produce this green light and disproves my aunt's explanation on how my parents died. I can't even remember my parents at all.

My dear family never spoke about them and there are no pictures of them in the house so I have no idea what they look like at all! I bet you I'm adopted because there is no way I'm related to my aunt or uncle.

I remember that when I was younger, I dreamt for some unknown related coming to take me away or at least somewhere better then here, but sadly, it never happen. What freak me out the most are the strangers.

I remember a tiny man in a violet top hat had bowed to me once while shopping with my aunt and Dudley. I stared at him before throwing a bar of soap at him. Aunt Petunia had to drag me out of the shop before I could have thrown anything else, apologizing to the man for my behavior. Hey, he just appeared out of nowhere and my first reaction was that he was going to kidnap me.

Another time, a wild-looking old woman dressed all in green had waved merrily at me on a bus. A bald man in a very long purple coat had actually shaken her hand in the street the other day and then walked away without a word. Good thing to because I was about to throw a book at him, don't ask where I got the book. And you know what the weirdest thing about all these people, except the tiny man, was the way they seemed to vanish the second I tried to get a closer look or throw something at them. Yes, I was at that throw stuff at people staged of life.

At school, I had no one, which I don't really mind. Gives me some time to myself. Why? Well, everybody knew that Dudley's gang hated that odd Adina Potter in her baggy old clothes, and nobody liked to disagree with Dudley's gang. Which is sad, they are fun to play hide and seek with, I always win.

so? what do you think? if i made any mistakes, please do tell me, i'll correct them as soon as i can. thanks for reading! R&R

-Bluebutterflywitch