I know it has been a very long time since I posted a chapter, but being a mother of twins isn't easy ;-)

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Every year I would beg uncle Sev to take me to see him for his birthday and every year I would lose the argument. It was too dangerous. But I succeeded this year. If only he knew. I didn't mean to ran into him but I wanted to see the zoo. I went alone, like always. Uncle Sev said he wouldn't blend in. He has a point there.

I was just walking around when I suddenly saw aunt Petunia. I hid myself behind the corner and watched her. She was the opposite of mom. She didn't really look like a nice person. Too bitter but then again so does uncle Sev and he's alright once you know him. And if he likes you, and be patient, and don't get on his bad side,… So he's a difficult person, he's not the only one in the world who's like that.

Then I saw him. There by the snakes. My little brother. He looked like… dad. It was unbelievable. If I could only talk to him. But that would be too suspicious. Aunt Petunia knows I exist and well being the striking resemblance of my mother wouldn't help the situation either. I just watched him go his way. Till he started talking to the snake.

What is he doing? It's like sissing... Before I could think about it the glass disappears and the snake is out. Is sliding out of the terrarium through the hall followed by echoes of screams. The hate in uncle Vernon his face is excruciating. If they could burn, Harry would be dead. But he doesn't flinch. It seemed like it wasn't the first time.

How could they do this to him? He's young, only 10. How could they not love him, care for him, like he deserves. A boy squealing like a pig passes me calling for his mom and runs into the arms of aunt Petunia. Is that Dudley? Shame the boy looks like uncle Vernon. if only our mother's side of the family tree would have been more dominant. Maybe he could have been a nice kid and helped Harry.

Harry looked like a grey mouse in overly large clothing. I couldn't stand this. I gathered my courage and formed my speech in my head. I would tell them how to take care of children. But before I could take that step from around the corner a hand takes mine and a whirlwind surrounds us. I fall to the ground, trying my best to keep my breath even.

"Why?" I scream at him.

"He's not ready...yet"

"Will he ever be ready? He's almost eleven, the letter will come and they will stop him"

My uncle helps me to my feet. There is something in his eyes I haven't seen in a long time. A longing for something long gone.

"You are so much like your mother when you're angry."

A tender smile gone before noticed.

"You must make your homework." He points to my room.

He's well aware all my homework is finished. But he needs the time to gather his thoughts. My mother is the only thing that can make him shiver. Weakness is the only thing he hates. He has to keep an appearance. The evil head of Slytherin. It gives me the shivers how easily he could switch between personalities.

But not for me. He cared, like really cared. He would do anything but he wouldn't show it. I didn't need his attention at school. I was good at what I did. Nobody caught on to the fact that he took care of me outside of school. If I needed anything I would work my question in my homework so nobody thought anything suspicious of it. He would answer me by owl.

Our "relation" was strained over the years. I loved him in my own way. He took care of me like a father but never expressed his fatherly love for me. He only did what was necessary, his words not mine.

I start to pace through my room, thoughts far away, wondering why my aunt treated my brother that way. She must have loved my mother at one point in her life. Isn't it a normal thing for siblings to love each other, to care, to look after their children when they can't do it anymore,...

"Allison!"

I jump startled looking behind me.

"You'll wear the carpet out with your pacing. He's alive that's what matters."

What matters is that he doesn't know how loved he is. What matters is that he feels alone. What matters is that he thinks nobody cares...

But I do.

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