November 1st, 1981
Albus Dumbledore walks along the empty street of Privet Drive. He collects the light from the streetlights as he walks. A cat walks up to him, meowing loudly.
"I should've known that you would be here, Professor McGonagall," Albus says, the cat slowly transforming into an old woman. She stares at him sternly.
"Good evening, Professor Dumbledore," Minerva McGonagall greets stiffly. "Are the rumors true, Albus?"
"I'm afraid, Professor. The good and the bad," says calmly, an amused twinkle in his eyes.
"And the children?" Minerva asks in concern, not noticing the amusement in the old man's eyes.
"Hagrid is bringing them," Albus says calmly as they two start walking down the dark street. Minerva turns to give the silver haired man an incredulous stare.
"Do you think it wise to trust Hagrid with something as important as this?" Minerva asks in skepticism and worry. The amused twinkle returns in Albus' eyes as he stops walking.
"Ah, Professor, I would trust Hagrid with my life," Albus lies easily, complete confidence in his skill for lying. As if he, one of the most powerful wizards, would ever trust his life with someone weak. Of course, Hagrid is a big part of his plans for the greater good.
A motor rings through the air loudly as a light slowly descends to the street. Minerva looks up shocked as the giant man riding the motorcycle skids to a halt. Two blankets were wrapped around his chest, both with something inside. The giant man gets off the motorcycle, shoulder length black hair and beard surrounding his head like a lion's mane.
"Professor Dumbledore, Sir. Professor McGonagall," Rubeus Hagrid greets as he lifts the goggles off his face.
"No problems, I trust Hagrid?" Albus asks, already knowing he had no trouble.
"Sirius Black came around while I was about to ride off. Was a bit of delay. Nothing I couldn't handle, Sir. Little tykes fell asleep just as we were flying over Bristol," Hagrid says, making Albus frown. Of course it was Sirius Black. The damn brat never knew when to quit. He'll be a big problem in his plans despite how useful he is.
"Heh. Try not to wake 'em. There you go," Hagrid continues as he gently gives the two bundles to Albus. Quietly sleeping were two baby infants, one a boy with a lightning bolt across his forehead and the other a girl with a lightning pattern going across her left temple.
"Albus, do you really think it's safe, leaving them with these people? I've watched them all day. They're the worst sort of Muggles imaginable. They really are–"
"The only family they have," Albus interrupts with another lie. He's lucky Sirius didn't come by before Hagrid did. Leaving the twins here is all for the greater good, besides they'll become spoiled brats when their Aunt and Uncle tell them how they are magic.
"They will be famous. There won't be a child in our world who doesn't know their names," Minerva says, trying to convince Albus. Albus feels annoyance build up in his chest but ignores it.
"Exactly. They're better off growing up away from all that. Until they are ready," Albus says before he gently lays the two infants on the doorstep of 4 Private Drive. Instinctively, the twins grab each other's hand. Hagrid starts sniffing loudly, wiping away his tears.
"There, there, Hagrid. It's not really goodbye, after all," Albus says as he turns around, a twinkle in his eyes. Hagrid nods his head, still silently crying.
"Good luck... Harry and Primrose Potter."
June 23rd, 1991
"Prim... Wake up." An incredibly skinny 10 year old boy quietly shakes the smaller 10 year old girl sleeping in a curled ball.
"...'ry?" The girl mutters sleepily, lifting her head a bit. The boy sighs, tension releasing from his shoulders as he runs a hand through the girl's untamable hair. She purrs with a small smile, leaning back into the warm hand.
"We have to start on our chores before Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon wake up. They're still angry at you from yesterday..." The boy trails off, gnawing on his bottom lip. The girl groans quietly, curling into a tighter ball and takes a deep breath. She slowly sits up, hissing out her breath with her back throbbing in pain.
"Come on... I'll grab the first aid kit, you get dressed," The boy says, scratching at his arm.
"Thank you Harry..." The girl says sleepily, rubbing her bruised eyes. The horrible glow of the cupboard makes her golden hazel eyes look sickly and her sunken cheeks look hollow. Harry James Potter quickly leaves the cupboard, silently walking up the stairs and into the bathroom. The girl runs a hand through her crazy hair, slowly sitting at the edge of the bed. She grabs a pair of baggy jeans and a baggy, long sleeved shirt before taking off her pajamas and getting dressed. She grabs the acne pads and moisturizer she managed to steal from the store when Aunt Petunia unwillingly brought her for shopping.
"Turn around, Primrose," Harry whispers quietly walking back into the cupboard. He pushes up his glasses and helps Primrose Lilian Potter lift up the back of her shirt. She cleans her face off with an acne pad before using the smallest bit of moisturizer.
"We don't need to replace the bandages... I think." Harry says, double checking. "Good enough to do your chores?"
"Hm," Primrose mumbles as she uses her fingers to brush through her hair. Harry scratches his arms, bottle green eyes staring at his dazed twin, and sighs in defeat.
"Let's get to it. It's Dudley's birthday. Hopefully Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia will ignore us," The boy says, using his fingers to run through his untamable jet-black hair. Harry helps Primrose stand and stays behind her in case she fell. When she grabs the cleaning supplies, the twins split up to complete their chores.
"Don't push yourself too hard. Aunt Petunia won't be happy," Harry thinks, making Primrose smile softly.
"I'll try not too...Aunt Dursley is never happy," Primrose thinks back, getting down on all fours and starts on polishing the tile floor of the kitchen. Harry rolls his eyes as he starts to cook breakfast.
Primrose took advantage of the hour of silence to do as much of her chores as she could. It made her back burn, but previous night's punishment was the last thing on her mind.
"Already up, freaks?" Petunia says, walking into the kitchen fully dressed. Primrose keeps her head down, focused on cleaning the kitchen floor.
"Yes Aunt Petunia," Harry states the obvious, keeping his eyes on the breakfast. The dark haired housewife sneers in disgust at being spoken to and gives Harry a hard smack to the head.
"Make sure not to mess up my Dudders' birthday breakfast, boy!" Petunia says harshly before focusing her glare on Primrose.
"I hope you learned your lesson last night freak. Don't you dare fake another report card to make Dudleykins look stupid," Petunia orders, smacking the 10 year old's back. The pain causes her hands to spasm, making her slip and hit her chin on the ground. Primrose ignores what her aunt says as she lifts her head off the ground, rubbing her chin with a hard scowl while going back to her cleaning.
"I hope you'll learn to be a loving aunt, but it seems you're too much of a bitch," Primrose mutters through a breath. Petunia either doesn't hear the mutter or ignores it because she walks off to watch the news in the living room.
"I know I'm lucky she didn't do anything worse Harry. Stopping worrying over it. I'm the older twin, remember?" Primrose says, glancing behind her to glare at her brother. Harry rolls his eyes silently, a small smile on his face.
Later that day
Primrose stays curled in Harry's side, even as they exit the car. Since Petunia and Vernon didn't trust the twins home alone, they were forced to take them to the zoo with them. Primrose was excited to be out of the house after a month, but the look Dudley's best friend was giving her.
"Remember what I said, you two," Vernon whispers furiously with a painfully tight grip on their shoulders before walking off, leading Petunia, Dudley, and Dudley's best friend–was his name Piers?– towards the entrance of the zoo.
Harry gives a withering glare to Vernon's back, arm protectively wrapped around Primrose as they trial behind. Petunia quickly gives them their tickets, not wanting to touch them more than necessary before walking towards the ice cream stand.
"Do you think Aunt Petunia would let us have a small amount of chocolate ice cream on our birthday?" Primrose asks with bright and hopeful eyes. Harry shrugs, looking at the giant cones of chocolate ice cream in hunger and jealousy.
"Aunt Petunia would never let–"
"–have ice cream, I know. But it's chocolate. We've never had chocolate!" Primrose exclaims quietly as they walk to the group. The woman running the stand smiles kindly at the twins. Vernon and Petunia were a little late in trying to steer them away.
"Hello! What would you two cuties like?" The woman asks cheerfully, making Primrose's ears turn bright red and Harry smile brightly, both perking up. Primrose flinches under Vernon's furious purple face a she struggles to talk.
"Oh! Um, me and Harry–Harry and I would–we would like–um..." Primrose trails off, hiding in Harry's chest, cheeks beginning to color.
"My niece and nephew will take two lemon ice lollies," Petunia says with a sickly sweet tone, pushing the twins out of view a little harsher than necessary. Vernon clenched his fist while he pays for the cheap lollies before almost tossing the lollies towards the two twins.
"Thank you, Uncle Vernon! Aunt Petunia!" Harry and Primrose exclaim with fake happiness. The panic inside them both was almost debilitating. The punishment later today was going to be absolutely terrible.
Primrose ignores Dudley's temper tantrum about his ice cream not being big enough, silently eating her lolly later that day. She perks up when she was able to share Dudley's first cone of chocolate ice cream with Harry's when he gets a new one.
"It's so delicious! I love chocolate now! It's my favorite food!" Primrose thinks with absolute joy. Harry smiles and hides a laugh with a cough as they finish the leftover ice cream and their lollies.
"Let's head there! To the reptile house!" Dudley shouts loudly, Primrose flinching into Harry's side at the volume of the shout. The two quickly follow, not wanting to be left behind.
"Wow... Look Harry! It's a boa constrictor!" Primrose exclaims excitedly, pointing to a large window where a, probably, equally large boa constrictor was curled lazily on a branch. She runs over, ignoring how the Dursleys and Piers were crowding around the window as well. Harry rushes after her, a bright smile on his face and curiosity filling his eyes.
Primrose always loved snakes or anything related to them. She didn't know why. Harry loved them too, but he preferred only snakes, and dragons... obviously. Primrose, however, loved dragons, wyverns, or anything mythical or real related to the serpents more than actual snakes. Well, it was close competition for any type of serpent, so she can't really say she loved one more than the other.
"It's not moving," Dudley states, making Primrose snort before covering at a sneeze. "Dad, make it move!"
Primrose feels a sudden tug at her heart when Vernon furiously taps on the glass, completely disregarding the bold, red, giant, sign plastered at the edge of the window stating not to touch the glass. She bites her lip and grabs Harry's hand to stop herself from speaking up.
"Do it again!" Dudley demands when the snake doesn't even twitch. Vernon does it again, much more aggressive this time, before following after Dudley when he gets bored quickly.
Primrose rushes to the middle of the window, staring at the boa nervously. She checks and makes sure it was breathing before looking for any signs of agitation from the furious tapping.
"Please don't mind Uncle Vernon. He's rude to humans too. I hope he didn't agitate you too much," The eleven year old girl says quietly, not caring how she may look to anyone else.
"You must be quite lonely, alone in this cage," Harry adds, leaning against the railing. The snake opens its eyes and stares at the twins.
"You are a pretty one though," Primrose continues with a cheeky smile. The smile is replaced with shock as the snake uncoils itself and stands up until it was face to face with the twins. It winked. It winked.
"I bet you miss home. Where are you from?" Harry asks curiously, watching as the snake points its tail to the sign next to the exhibit.
"Oh, Brazil! The pictures are always so beautiful. How is it there?" Primrose asks, buzzing with excitement. She smiles sadly when the snake points at the sign again. Bred inside the zoo...
"You've never been to Brazil huh?" Harry asks with a depressed expression.
"DUDLEY! MR. DURSLEY! COME AND LOOK AT THE SNAKE! YOU WON'T BELIEVE WHAT ITS DOING!" Piers scream loudly. Primrose gasps in pain as Dudley pushes her into Harry, making them both fall to the ground. Her back burns in pain as she stays laying on Harry. She slowly sits up, whipping her head towards Dudley and his friend when they scream in horror.
The glass had disappeared and the snake was slowly slithering out of the exhibit. The snake glances at them and winks. Primrose swore she heard it speak.
"Brazil, here I come... thanks amigos."
"Harry, did you hear that?!" The tiny girl exclaims quietly as the snake playfully snaps at Dudley's ankles before it leaves quickly. Before Harry could answer, they both stayed quiet when they felt someone staring at them. They grab each other, glancing around the panicked room. Nodding to each other, they stand up and follow after the Dursleys.
Tonight is going to be horrible for both of them.
Yo. Hope you like the new story! This story will be an Alternate Universe and a Canon Divergence. Woop. Hope you will enjoy the story as it progresses! Bye!
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