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Author's Note: Well peoples I think this is a pretty original idea, but I might be wrong… Please don't use Harry's sister without my permission. I will be happy to let you use her if you ask me… but ONLY if you ask me. If I find someone using her WITHOUT my permission, I'm gonna get really P.O'd, so it's best just to avoid the situation. K! Enjoy the story! I'm done rambling now!
TWINS?!
The pitch-black night lie thickly around Professor McGonagall. She was waiting for someone. Someone very… large. She sighed and looked up at the starless sky, as if hoping it would give her some sort of clue. Presently, a man walked up. This man was not the one she was waiting for, but she had known he was coming. His name was Albus Dumbledore. He smiled as he saw Professor McGonagall,
"I'm glad you could make it, Minerva. Hagrid isn't here yet?" Professor McGonangall shook her head and sighed,
"Do you REALLY think it was such a good idea to trust HAGRID for such a job as this?" Dumbledore nodded and said,
"I would trust Hagrid with my life." Professor McGonagall opened her mouth to answer, when they heard a distant roaring. A single light was shining through the veil of darkness, and it was getting closer. A minute later, a GIGANTIC motorcycle landed on the street in front of Professor Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall. A giant stepped off of the motorcycle with two bundles in his arms. Professor McGonagall walked towards the giant saying,
Hagrid! At last! I was beginning to think you wouldn't show! Have you got them?" The giant nodded and handed one of the bundles to her. She opened the top flap of the bundle, and a baby's head was visible. On the baby's forehead was a curiously shaped cut. It had the shape of a bolt of lightning. Professor McGonagall gasped and looked up at Dumbledore,
"Is that where…?" Dumbledore nodded gravely,
"Yes, she'll have that scar forever. I assume Harry has a similar one." he gestured to Hagrid, and Hagrid gently handed him the other bundle. Dumbledore opened the top flap on this one as well. Inside was another baby, nearly identical to his sister. On his forehead, the same as his sister's, he had an identical, lightning-shaped cut.
"My goodness but it's hard to tell them apart," said Professor McGonagall, her eyes widening, "They're almost identical!" Again, Dumbledore nodded, silently. Everyone stood still for a moment, knowing what they had to do, but not wanting to do it. After about a minute of this, Dumbledore cleared his throat and stepped over the low garden wall. Professor McGonangall followed suit. Both Professors stopped at the doorstep and laid their bundles down. From the inside of his cloak, Professor Dumbledore produced two letters. One was in a pink envelope, and one was in a blue envelope. He bent down, placing the blue envelope in Harry's blankets, and the pink one in his sister's. Then he stood up, and all three wizards stood for another moment, watching the sleeping twins. At last, Dumbledore cleared his throat and said,
"Well, I believe we've done all that we can do here. I suppose I'll be seeing you both in a few weeks?" His voice was weary, as though he had just performed a very strenuous task. Hagrid nodded sullenly, while Professor McGonagall merely sniffed. Dumbledore sighed and said,
"We did it for the best, you know that…" he received no reply from the others, so he said, "Well, good evening then…" And he disappeared into the shadows.
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Harry was flying through the air, the wind whipping back his hair, making his eyes sting and water. He was over a river now, the cool breeze smelling of the freshness that water always smelled of. Suddenly, his motorcycle started making funny banging sounds…
BANG!! BANG!!
He was falling now, falling-
"ARE YOU UP YET?!" Aunt Petunia's shrill voice pierced the ever- present gloom in Harry's cupboard. His eyes shot open, his heart racing. It had only been a dream… that was a relief… Somehow, he felt oddly empty now. He half-wished that he had been able to continue the dream. It had been a good one up until the falling part. At that moment, however, the door was thrust open, and sunlight streamed into Harry's dark, little cupboard, making it seem a bit happier… more cheerful. But only for a moment. Then it began to seem darker, gloomier, smaller. For at that moment, his aunt had entered, blocking out a good deal of the sunlight.
"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?! Still in bed at this hour, that's LUDICROUS!! After ALL we've done for you, and all you can do is lay around in bed?! Get up and watch the bacon! I don't want it burning on Dudley's birthday, you hear me?!"
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Harry walked down the hallway of the cool reptile house, fuming. How DARE Uncle Vernon yell at HIM because Dudley's stupid balloon had popped?! He was so upset that he didn't even notice the group of people walking towards him from the opposite direction.
SMACK!!
He had walked straight into a girl with long, black hair, knocking them both to the floor.
"Sorry." said Harry, scrambling to his feet and extending his hand to help her up, "I wasn't watching where I was going…"
"Oh that's ok," said the girl, "I wasn't watching either." She took his hand, and Harry pulled her up. She opened her mouth to say something, when a lady from down the hall called,
"Come along, Jenny, we're going to see the wolves now." Jenny glanced back at Harry, smiled, then ran off to re-join her group. Harry went over to a nearby bench in front of a viewing window, and sat down, thinking hard. There had been something vaguely familiar about that smile… There was a loud crash a little ways away, and Harry looked up into the face of his cousin. He had knocked over a trashcan in an effort to wake up a baby that was sleeping a ways away. A loud scream told him that the crash had done its job, and he and his best friend Piers Polkiss collapsed onto the bench beside Harry, guffawing loudly. Harry sighed, knowing that he wouldn't get a moment's peace now that Dudley and Piers had found him again…
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Harry ran through the door and made for his cupboard as quickly as he could to avoid Uncle Vernon's wrath. He sat down on his bed, nursing his cut lip and aching all over, but nothing more. He was used to being tortured by Dudley, and he expected that setting a boa constrictor on him earned himself extra pain. The door to his cupboard was slammed shut, and the bolt was locked. He sighed and fumbled his way through the darkness to his bed. He didn't have to go very far. About two steps could get you anywhere in his cupboard. He sat down on his rock-hard mattress, still thinking about the girl from the reptile house. He could SWEAR that he had seen her before. She had seemed so familiar… Still thinking, he drifted slowly into the abyss of sleep…
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Harry woke to the click of the bolt on his door. He scrambled out of bed and headed into the kitchen. He sat down at the table next to a tired-looking Uncle Vernon, who was sipping his coffee and reading the newspaper. They heard the click! of the mail slot, and, without looking up, Uncle Vernon barked,
"You! Go get the mail!" Harry sighed and heaved himself out of his chair to see about it. He grabbed the pile of letters and began sorting through it. Bill… postcard… letter… advertisement… letter for him… LETTER FOR HIM?! Harry stared at it excitedly, walking back down the hallway and into the kitchen again. He thrust the rest of the mail at Uncle Vernon, just as Dudley staggered in, yawning. Harry ignored the sudden appearance of his cousin, and slowly slid a finger underneath the opening flap of the envelope, breaking a most peculiar seal. The seal had on it: a large H with a snake, a badger, an eagle, and a lion surrounding it. He as in the process of unfolding the yellowish parchment when Dudley yelled,
"Dad LOOK! Harry's got a letter!" A second later, the letter was jerked rudely out of Harry's hands,
"That's MINE! Give it back!" Uncle Vernon sneered at him,
"Who'd be writing to you?! You must have read it wrong, stupid boy." He shook the parchment open one-handed, and casually scanned the first line. His gigantic purple face turned white as chalk.
"P-P-Petunia! PETUNIA!!" Aunt Petunia came running in, looking concerned. He held the letter up to her and she took it, reading the first line curiously. She paled as well,
"V-Vernon! Oh my goodness! VERNON!!" Uncle Vernon rounded on Harry,
"OUT! NOW! I have important things to discuss with your aunt, now OUT!!" Dudley shot his cousin a look of triumph until,
"Dudley! I want you out too! Both of you out of this kitchen NOW!!"
"But I want to see the letter!" he yelled, not used to having anything denied to him.
"I want to see it," said Harry furiously, "As it's my letter!" Uncle Vernon grew impatient with their whining, so he grabbed both Harry and Dudley by the scruff of their necks, and threw them bodily into the hallway, slamming the door behind them. Harry and Dudley had a quick, but vicious fight over who would get to listen at the keyhole. Dudley won, so Harry, still cursing himself for not opening the letter in the hallway, laid down on his stomach and listened at the crack of the door.
"I told you we should have kept the girl, Vernon! She would have been easier to raise, and they might not have wanted her!" Aunt Petunia's voice was shrill, as though she were extremely nervous. Harry was confused now. Girl? What girl? What in the world was his aunt talking about? Uncle Vernon's shiny black shoes paced up and down in front of the door,
"It probably wouldn't have mattered anyway, Petunia. After all, she's one of them too." Silence fell, and Uncle Vernon continued pacing. After a few minutes, Aunt Petunia said,
"Well, what'll we do, Vernon?" The pacing stopped. After a moment, Uncle Vernon replied,
"Nothing. Maybe if we don't reply, they'll give up!"
"I'm not sure that'll work." said Aunt Petunia, sounding doubtful.
"Oh it'll work." said Uncle Vernon, confidently, "These people's minds don't work the way ours do, Petunia. If they don't get a reply, they'll just give up!" The shoes began walking towards the door, and Harry and Dudley ran fro their rooms to avoid being caught.
Later that night, Uncle Vernon visited Harry in his cupboard for the first time ever. The moment he had squeezed himself through the door, Harry asked,
"Where's my letter?!"
"It was addressed to you by mistake." said Uncle Vernon, "I have burned it."
"It was NOT a mistake!" said Harry, heatedly, "It had my cupboard on it!"
"SILENCE!" roared Uncle Vernon, so loudly that the support beams shook, "Yes… about this cupboard of yours… Well… your aunt and I feel you're getting a bit big for it… and we fell you'd be better suited to Dudley's second bedroom."
"But-" Harry began,
"NO ARGUMENTS!!" shouted Uncle Vernon, "Just take this stuff upstairs, RIGHT NOW!!" Harry grumbled and did as he was told. It took him only one trip to move everything he owned up to his new bedroom. He could hear Dudley downstairs, complaining to his parents,
"I don't want him in there! I NEED that room! Make him get out!!" Harry sighed and stretched out on his new bed (which was MUCH softer than his last one). Yesterday, he would have given anything to be in this room. Today, he'd rather be downstairs with his letter, than in here without it.
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((A/N: Ok guys, here's the deal. I don't feel like rewriting all of the stuff that happens with the letters between Harry's first letter and the arrival of Hagrid at the Hut-on-the-Rock, The Sea, so I'm just going to skip that part and move on to more interesting stuff. K? KK! Cool!))
The storm raged more and more ferociously as the night went on. Harry couldn't sleep. He shivered and turned over, trying to get comfortable, his stomach rumbling with hunger. Dudley's snores were drowned out by the low rolls of thunder that began around midnight, The lighted dial of Dudley's watch, which was dangling over the sofa on his fat wrist, told Harry he'd be eleven in ten minutes' time. He watched his birthday tick ever nearer. Five minutes… four minutes… three minutes… What in the world was that crunching sound outside?! Two minutes… one minute to go… 10... 9... 8... 7... 6... 5... 4... 3... 2...
BOOM!! Someone was outside, knocking to come in.
Well guys, I hope you're liking the story! I know it's really boring at the moment, because you already knew all this stuff, but it IS necessary for the story to progress right. I SWEAR the interesting parts start in the next chapter. Jenny will be coming into the story REAL soon, and her past WILL be explained to you in the next chapter as well. I think you guys'll like Jenny's personality. She's funny… Well anyway… I guess you'll just have to find out then. KK, I'll shut up now and write the next chappy! Bye bye!