Hey, I'm sorry that I haven't updated in like forever! I've had major writing block. So, since loads of people have been asking about Harry, there's a bit of him in this chapter.

Chapter 11

Harry sat in his dark closet, lying on his bed and staring up at the ceiling. He could hear the sounds of breakfast in the kitchen. For once, he wasn't missing a meal because he was being punished. He was lying in his closet, thinking about the dream he'd had. And it didn't matter to the Dursleys if he was at the table or not. They would most likely say how nice it was that they didn't have to feed him and Dudley would happily take his small portion of bacon or whatever was being served.

He sighed and closed his eyes to block out the light near the door and thought back to his dream. There were two girls in his dream. They were different from each other in every way but he could sense there was a connection between them. He knew them but he didn't know them. He couldn't figure out where he saw these girls ever. They weren't neighbor girls or girls at school. It bothered him that he had never seen these girls before but he wanted to know who they were.

At least what their names were. If he knew their names he could then be content. It simply bothered him that those girls were in his mind when he didn't have a clue as to who they were.

Well, if he didn't know their names, he'd name them. The girl with the brown hair looked like a Lizzie. And the girl with black hair looked like a Jessica. Harry smiled now that he'd given them names.

"BOY!"

Harry groaned. That was the yell of his uncle. Any moment now the door would open and Uncle Vernon's huge face would be glaring at him. Harry decided he didn't want to be yelled at today. So he rolled onto his side and pushed the door open where his uncle was just getting into the hallway. Harry stood there, waiting to be told what to do.

"Clean the kitchen! Now!"

And he pushed Harry into the kitchen so hard the little seven year old fell onto the floor. Harry scrambled up and went over to the table to get the plates. He stacked the plates on top of each other and then took them over to the sink. Aunt Petunia was busy with Dudley, who was having a fit because he didn't get dessert.

"Dudley, how about Mummy takes you out for ice cream and we get you a new toy? Would you like that, Dudley? Ice cream and a new toy! Come now, sweetie, stop crying," Petunia said.

Harry glared at Dudley. In his opinion, Dudley didn't need dessert after every meal. He was already three times as big as Harry was. Sighing, he cleared the table again as Dudley stopped "crying" and was headed to the car with his mother. Harry heard the front door slam and the television turned on in the family room. He got a stool and began to clean the dishes, his mind drifting on his life.

He hated life with the Dursleys. Actually, hate was putting his feeling toward them mildly. These people were just cruel to him. He was always given a lesser amount of food than the rest of the family and was treated like a servant. Harry thought again of Jessica and Lizzie, trying to think of where he knew them even though he knew it was pointless. He simply just didn't know those girls. He wished he did know them. He had a feeling that these girls could take him away from this life and give him a better one.

Harry finished the dishes and walked back to his cupboard and laid down on his bed. He gazed up at the ceiling of his small room. Maybe one day he'd find out who they were.

"But I don't understand why you have to go see Professor McGonagall about Transfiguration! You're like the best one in our class!" Kaden said. "This makes no sense!"

"Kaden, I'm just going to learn different stuff! Besides, it's only for about two hours," Hannah said. She threw her book into her bag and headed to the door to leave Defense Against the Dark Arts. "I'll meet you in the common room at three. See you guys later."

Hannah left the classroom and climbed the stairs to the Transfiguration room. A third year class was being let out. Hannah stepped to the side as the students walked by. Once the corridor was clear, Hannah entered the classroom where Professor McGonagall was starting to grade papers. She walked up to the desk and Professor McGonagall looked up at her.

"Hello, dear," Professor McGonagall said. She stood and put her papers into a desk drawer and locked it. "Follow me." She led Hannah to a door behind her desk. She pushed it open and climbed the stairs and opened the door. Inside was a small flat. In the main room were bookcases, a fireplace, and two couches. A glass door led to a balcony outside. Terah stood there, gazing out at the lake. Professor McGonagall opened the door. "Terah, dear." Terah turned to face her. "Hannah's here."

A grin spread across Terah's face. She ran into the room to Hannah and wrapped her arms around her. Professor McGonagall smiled and then quietly left the two of them.

"I've missed you so much," Terah said.

"I've missed you, too," Hannah answered. They pulled apart and sat down on a couch. "How've you been?"

"Okay, I guess," Terah said.

"Yeah, I know what you mean," Hannah said.

Neither of them had to say anything; they both knew what the other was thinking. They hadn't seen each other for six years and were now in separate houses. It wouldn't have been as bad if everyone knew they were sisters so they could talk. But they couldn't, everything was secret.

"So what's it like hanging around with six boys?" Terah asked.

"Insanity! You have no idea how crazy it is! They just constantly insult each other. Of course, I do too, but that's not the point!" Hannah smiled and pushed her hair out of her face. "It's not the same though."

"It never will be," Terah murmured.

"Terah, why have you been here at Hogwarts for the last six years?" Hannah asked softly.

Terah sighed. "I became attached to Minerva," she began. "At first, I was scared of nearly everybody except her. If anyone came near me, I'd run or scream until I found Minerva. Soon I was really attached to her and I began to love her like Mum. Almost like Mum because no one can ever replace her. But I was so scared that someone would hurt her that I began to need to always be with her. It was around January that I needed her at all times."

Hannah watched her sister closely as Terah began to remember again.

"Usually I'd just stay in my room during classes playing with my toys or something. But one day, Minerva left to go teach. At first I was fine but then I was worried about her and I started crying. I was begging for her to come back but she wouldn't. So I left my room and I tried to find her but I couldn't. I sat down and began to cry and Professor Dumbledore found me. He picked me up and asked what was wrong. So I told him and he said that he couldn't interrupt class but soon it'd be lunch and I'd see her again. When I saw her, I ran and just grabbed her leg tightly. I was afraid that the same thing would happen to her like what happened to Mum."

Terah looked up at Hannah. "I was so afraid to lose her that I always had to be with her after that day. I always went with her to classes. I began learning Transfiguration before I was six."

"So that's how good you are in class!" Hannah said, grinning. Then she became serious again. "So you needed her?"

Terah nodded. "I didn't have anybody anymore except her. Mum and Dad were gone, Harry's living with Muggles, and you were with Oliver. She was all I had left."

"But she didn't replace Mum, did she?"

Terah hugged Hannah. "No one could ever replace Mum."

"Well, how are your friends?"

Terah shrugged. "Okay. Janelle and Veronica are nice. It's just… I can't tell them anything. Like on Halloween, they kept asking me why I was upset. I just wanted to yell what was wrong but I couldn't."

Hannah nodded. "I'm gonna bring Mum and Da back one day, you know that."

Terah smiled. "Yeah, I know you will. Just don't hurt yourself doing it."

"Well, I grew up with a bunch of boys. I hurt myself on a daily basis," Hannah said. "Has Mitchell and everybody been watching you?"

"Yeah," Terah said. "They don't talk with me much, but when I'm in the common room, Mitchell's usually watching me. Or Curt."

"Good, at least I won't have to hit them," Hannah said.

Terah grinned wider. "Yeah, I'm sure you'd hurt them."

"I would! If they were being idiotic morons I'd hit them. If it was Kevin I'd push him off the roof," Hannah said. When she saw Terah's expression, she laughed. "I pushed him off the roof once when we were eight. He broke his wrist."

"That's so mean," Terah said.

"Yeah, well, everybody pushed Kevin off high things. Hey! He started it! He shouldn't've run into all those tables and jumped off the roof by himself!"

Terah rolled her eyes. "My sister is crazy! It's official! You are completely nuts!"

"Oh, thanks, I feel loved," Hannah said.

"You are!" Terah said. "I'm just saying your crazy."

"Whatever, Terah. So how do you think Harry's doing?"

Terah shrugged and sat back on the couch. "I dunno. I wished we hadn't left his with the Dursleys. Remember what Mum and Dad said about how awful Aunt Petunia was? And that Uncle Vernon's a fat pig who simply hates us."

"Yeah, I remember," Hannah said. "I don't see how Aunt Petunia could hate Mum."

"I don't either," she added. "Think we'll ever figure out why?"

"Well, maybe one day," Hannah said. "But I don't think we'll ever figure out why she would marry that gigantic pig. He's like a round ball. You remember that picture of him!"

"Yeah, he looked like a bowling ball and Aunt Petunia looked like a bowling pin," Terah said. "Kinda funny. Dad would definitely be proud of us, wouldn't he?"

"He'd be laughing his arse off!"

Terah laughed. Hannah raised her eyebrow.

"What is so funny?"

"You have an accent! It's so funny!"

"Oh thanks, I'm glad the way I talk makes you laugh," Hannah said. "What would Oliver say? I think he'd be offended."

"Well, tell Oliver that I'm sorry, but he has been too much of an influence on my sister and has given her an accent," Terah said.

The two laughed hard and continued talking. When it was time for Hannah to leave, she wasn't ready. Terah walked with her down the stairs to the Transfiguration classroom. They hugged each other tightly before Hannah left, but not without a backward glance. Terah waved to her and Hannah waved back, wondering the next time when they would be able to talk.

I'm working on the next chapter but I don't know when it'll be up. Please Review!