My first story.

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It will not be an exact replica that follows the story to the T. I will take some evens from the book and others from my head.

Chapter 3

It was two hours after Lucie had found the letters that were placed on the doorstep as if purposely left there for them to find. The Dursleys and Harry arrived now, but not before the sun had set and the house was darkened.

The door opened with a burst and petunia shuffled upstairs with Dudley wrapped around her arms. The whimpering and winning that was so familiar in the ears of Lucie. Something always happened to Dudley when they went out with one or both of the twins. Something that neither one of them could explain. Like the time two summers ago that Petunia was unable to find a babysitter for Harry and Lucie and was forced to take them to the petting zoo. To the twins amusement that day Dudley had gotten spit on by all the llamas and alpacas. And for some reason unknown to them, they were always to blame leaving them without dinner those nights.

Vernon stormed inside leading harry by the collar of his ruffled flannel.

He slammed Harry against the wall in front of the door. Vernon's face was now inches away from Harrys. He was so close, harry could smell the burger Vernon had eaten for dinner that night. Harry could make out every imperfection from his uncles face. The wrinkles that were plastered around his uncles eyes, his face turning into a ripe tomatoes and the yellow of is clenched teeth showing more than ever.

Lucie could only hear the growls that escaped her uncle's teeth after every word he spat from his mouth, "I swear boy. If you pull any of these tricks again you'll find yourself in an orphanage one of these nights. I don't know how you do it, but I don't care."

Lucie wanted to open the door to her cupboard to swoop in to defend Harry. She wanted to take the heaviest hardest book that she could find and slam it across her uncle's faces- but that was only going to make things worse. She closed her eyes, balled her fist and held back on all the emotions that wanted to spill out of her. Something good was coming and she knew it.

That night, late when all the Dursleys were asleep Lucie decided to show Harry the letters. She figured now was the best time as to not be interrupted. She hadn't asked Harry why Vernon yelled at his, but she didn't think it matter anymore.

She sat on the best holding her knees up to her chest and one hand nudging Harry on his back.

"Hey. Wake up. I have to show you something" She whispered.

Harry didn't respond.

She nudged him harder this time.

"Wake up." Lucie said rising her voice just a pitch higher.

Harry groaned, annoyed.

He turn his body to face her now. Rubbing his eyes and grabbing his old glasses, he sat up still groggy and half asleep.

"What is it?" he yawned stretching his arms upward.

Lucie turned her head facing the graying pillow. She slid her hand under it and grabbed the two letters she had hid earlier that same day.

She placed the one addressed to her besides herself and shoved Harrys in front of his face.

He flinched not making out what was in front of him. It was dark.

Nervous, is hand trembled has he pulled the thin silver chain that hung from above their head and took the letter.

He immediately saw his name written in an emerald italic font.

Mr. H. Potter

The cupboard under the stairs

4 Privet drive

Little Whinging

Harry and Lucie never got mail. Except for when Lucie got in trouble at school for talking back to the teacher and Harry for simply being Harry.

"Should we open it Lucie." Harry said not taking his eyes away from the letter that he took from her hands.

"I don't see why not. I just didn't want to open it by myself." Lucy said shrugging her shoulders.

Lucie ripped open the letter and read it out loud:

Dear Ms Potter

We are pleased to inform you that you have

Been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Please find enclosed a list of all necessary book and equipment.

Term begings on:

September 1st.

We await your owl by no later than July 31st.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

Lucie dropped the letter.

Both sat silently questions swimming in their heads, but no one to answer them.

After a few minutes Harry broke the wavering silence. "Wha-Whaat do you thing this means." He faltered.

Lucie pinched the bridge of her nose and let out a deep sigh before answering.

"This must be a joke." She said so sure that is was Dudley simply playing a mean joke on them.

"But what if it's real. What if this school is real and it's a way out of this house." He said so hopeful and wishing for this not to be some sort of joke.

Lucie grunted.

"Let's just not get our hopes up. It's just wishful thinking. We're not that lucky." Lucie said looking at him smiling. Harry knew that she wanted this to be true just as much as he did. He didn't push it.

They turned the light off, hiding the letters under the pillows.

Not wanting to discuss the letters any further they slipped into sleep putting any possibility of leaving in the back of their minds.