Key:
(Y/N) - your name
(L/N) -last name
(W/N)- wrong name
(F/N)-fathers name
M/N-mothers name
Y/F/I- your first initial
Please let me know if I've forgotten to put anything in the key
Nearly ten years have passed since the Bells had woken up to find their niece on the front step, but Privet Drive and hardly changed at all. The sun rose on the same tidy front gardens and lit up the brass number five on the Bells front door; it crept into their living room, which was almost exactly the same as it had been on the night when Mr. Bell Have you seen the fateful news report about the owls. Only the photographs on the mantle piece really showed how much time had passed. 10 years ago there had been lots of pictures of what looked like a large pink beach ball wearing different coloured sun hats - Mary-lee Bell was no longer a baby, and now photographs or a large, (C/H/C) girl riding her first bicycle,On a roundabout at the fair, playing a computer game with her father, being hugged and kissed by her mother. The room held no sign at all that another girl lived in the house, too. Yet (Y/N) (L/N) was still there, asleep at the moment, but not for long. Her aunt Brenda was awake and it was her shrill voice which made the first noise of the day.
"Up! Get up! Now!"
(Y/N) woke with a start. Her aunt wrapped on the door again. "Up!" She screeched. (Y/N) heard her walking towards the kitchen and then the sound of the frying pan being put on the cooker. She rolled on her back I'm trying to remember the dream she had been having. It has been a good one. There had been a flying motorbike in it. She had a funny feeling she'd had the same dream before.
Her aunt was back outside the door.
"Are you up yet?" She demanded.
" well, get a move on, I want you to look after the bacon and don't you dare let it burn, I want everything perfect on Mary's birthday."
Y/N groaned.
"What did you say?" Her aunt Snapped through the door.
"Nothing, nothing..."
Mary's birthday - how could she have forgotten? (Y/N) got slowly out of bed and started looking for socks. She found a pair under her bed and, after pulling a spider off one of them, put them on. (Y/N) was used to spiders, because the cupboard under the stairs it was full of them, And that was where she slept.
When she was dressed she went down the hall into the kitchen. The tables are almost hidden beneath all Mary's birthday presents. It looked as though Mary had got the new computer she wanted, not to mention the second television and the racing bike. Exactly why Mary wanted a racing bike was a mystery to (Y/N), As Mary was very fat and hated exercise – unless of course it was involved punching somebody. Mary's favourite punch bag was Y/N, but he couldn't often catch her Y/N didn't look it, but she was very fast.
Perhaps it had something to do with living in a dark cupboard, but (Y/N) had always been small and skinny for her age. She look even smaller and skinnier than she really was because all she had to wear wear old clothes of Mary's and Mary was about four times bigger than she was.(Y/N) had a thin face, Knobbly knees, H/C hair and H/C eyes. She wore a Band-Aid across her nose because of all the times Mary had punched her on the nose. The only thing Y/N liked about her own appearance Was a very thin scar on her for head which was shaped like a bolt of lightning. She had it as long as she could remember in the first question that she could ever remember asking her aunt Brenda was how she got it.
"In a car crash when yours and Harry's parents dies,"she had said "and don't ask questions"
Don't ask questions - that was the first rule for a quiet life with the Bells.
Uncle Richard entered the kitchen as (Y/N) was turning over the bacon.
"Brush your hair!" He barked, by way of a morning greeting. About once a week, Uncle Richard looked over the top of his newspapers and shouted that (Y/N) needed a haircut and according to Harry,who (Y/N) would hang out with every once and awhile,says that his uncle does the same thing. (Y/N) and Harry must have had more haircuts than the rest of the kids in their class put together, but it made no difference, their hair simply grew that way - all over the place.
(Y/N) was Frying eggs by the time Mary arrived in the kitchen with her mother. We looked a lot like Aunt Brenda. She had a medium sized, pink face, more neck then needed, small watery (E/C) eyes and, thick (H/C) hair that lay smoothly on her medium-sized head. Brenda often said that Mary looked like a baby angel Dash Harry often said that Mary look like a pig in a wig.
Y/N put the plates of egg and bacon on the table, which was difficult as there wasn't much room. Mary, meanwhile, was counting her presents. Her face fell.
"Thirty-six," He said, looking up at her father and mother "that's two less then last year"
"Darling, you haven't counted auntie Lucinda's present, see, it's here under the big one from mommy and daddy."
"All right, thirty-seven then," said Dudley, going red in the face, Y/N who could see a huge Mary tantrum coming on, begin wolfing down her bacon as fast as possible in case Mary turn the table over.
AuntBrenda obviously scented danger too, because she said quickly, "and will buy you another two presents while we're out with the Dursley's today. How's that, pumpkin? Two more presents. Is that all right?"
Mary thought for a moment. It looks like hard work. Finally she said slowly, "so I'll have thirty...thirty..."
"Thirty-nine, sweetie,"quotes said Aunt Brenda.
"Oh." Mary sat down heavily and grab the nearest parcel. "All right then."
Uncle Richard chuckled.
"Little tyke wants her moneys worth,just like her father. Atta girl Mary!" He ruffled Mary's hair.
At the moment the telephone rang and aunt Brenda went to answer it wall Y/N and uncle Richard watched Mary and wrap the racing bike, a vine camera, a remote control airplane, sixteen new computer games in a video recorder. She was ripping the paper off a gold bracelet when aunt Brenda came back, looking both angry and worried.
"Bad news,Richard" she said." The Dursley say that Mrs. fig's broken her leg. Which means she can't take Y/N and Harry" She jerked her head in Y/N's direction.
Mary's mouth all open in horror but Y/N heart gave a leap.Every year on Mary's birthday her parents took her and a friend out for the day, to adventure Parks, hamburger bars or the cinema. Every year, Y/N was left behind with Miss fig and Harry , a mad old lady who lived two streets away and Harry was the Dursley's nephew . Y/N and Harry and hated going there. The whole house smelled of cabbage in Miss fig made them look at photographs of all the cats she'd ever owned.
"Now what?" Said aunt Brenda, looking furiously at Y/N as though she planned this. Y/N and knew she ought to feel sorry that Mrs Figg had broken her leg, but it wasn't easy when she reminded herself it would be a whole year before she had to look at Tibbles, Snowy, Mr. Paws and Tufty again.
"We could have the Dursley's phone marge," Uncle Richard suggested.
" don't be silly, Richard, she hates the kids."
Both the Dursley's and the bells spoke about Harry and Y/N like this, as though they weren't there – or rather, as though they were something very nasty that couldn't understand them like a slug.
"What about what's your name yours and petunias friend – Yvonne ?"
"On holiday in Majorca," snapped aunt Brenda.
"You in the Dursleys could just leave me in harry here,"Y/N put in hopefully (she and Harry would be able to watch what they wanted on the television for a change and maybe even have a go on Mary's or Dudley's computer).
And Brenda looked as though she just swallowed a lemon.
"And come back and find the houses in ruins?" She snarled.
"We won't blow up the houses," said Y/N, but they weren't listening.
"I suppose we could tell the Dursleys we could take them to the zoo," said aunt Brenda slowly, "... and leave the girl and the boy in the car..."
"The car is new, we're not leaving the children sitting in it alone..."
Mary began to cry loudly. In fact, she wasn't really crying, it had been years since she really cried, but she knew that if she screwed up her face and wailed,Her mother would give her anything she wanted.
"Princess, don't cry, mommy won't let them spoil yours and Dudleys special day!" She cried, flinging her arms around her.
"I...don't...want...them...t-t-to come!" Mary yelled between huge pretended sobs. "They always sp-spoil everything!" She shot Y/N a nasty grin through the gap in her mothers arms.
Just then, the doorbell rang -"Oh, good Lord, they're here!" Said aunt Brenda frantically-And a moment later petunia Dursley,Vernon Dursley, Dudley,Dudleys best friend,Piers polkiss, and Mary's best friend Becky. Piers Was a scrawny boy with a face like a rat and Becky was a tall lanky girl that had a face like a horse.piers Was usually the one who held peoples army hind their back's well Dudley hit them the same went for Becky Mary's friend.Mary stop pretending to cry at once.
Half an hour later, hairy and Y/N, who can believe their luck, was sitting in the very back of the Dursley's car with peers, Dudley, Mari, and Becky, on the way to the zoo for the first time in their life.Y/N' S and Harry's aunt and uncle hadn't been able to think of anything else to do with them, but before they left, uncle Vernon and uncle Richard had taken Harry and Y/N aside.
"I am warning you," they had said, putting their faces right up close to Harry's and Y/N' S "I am warning you now, kids-any funny business,Anything at all-and you'll be in your cupboards from now until Christmas."
"We're not going to do anything," said hairy, "honestly..." Y/N finished
But neither Vernon or Richard believe them. No one ever did.
The problem was, Strange things often happened around Harry and Y/N it was just no good telling the Dursleys or the Bells they didn't make them happen.
Once, their aunts, tired of coming back from the barbers looking as though they haven't been at all,Had taken pairs of kitchen scissors and cut their hair so short they were almost bald except for the fringe, which their aunts left "to hide that horrible scar".Both her cousins had laughed themselves silly and hairy and why/in, who spent a sleepless night imagining school the next day were they were already laughed at for their baggy clothes,Harry's cello taped glasses, and Y/N's bandaged nose. The next morning, however, they had got up to find their hair exactly as it had been before their aunts had shears it off, although it was a bit more noticeable on Y/N since she had longer hair. They had both been given a week in the cupboards for this, even though they had tried to explain that they couldn't explain how their hair had grown back so quickly.
Another time, there are ants have been trying to force them into revolting old clothes of Dudley's in Mary's (for harry it was a brown with orange bobbled jumper and for Y/N it was a green and brown skirt and matching shirt). The harder there and tried to pull the articles of clothing over their heads, the smaller the clothing seemed to become, until finally the clothing might have fit on a glove puppet, but certainly wouldn't fit Harry or Y/N. Their aunts had decided that the clothing must have shrunk in the wash and, to Harry and Y/N's great relief, they weren't punished.
On the other hand, they had got into terrible trouble for being found on the roof of the school kitchens.Dudley and Mary's gang Had been chasing them as usual when as much to Harry and Y/N' S surprised as anyone else's, they were they were sitting on the chimney. The Dursley's and the Bells had received very angry letters from Harry's and Y/N's mistress telling them how Harry and Y/N had been climbing the school buildings.but all they had tried to do (As they shouted at their uncles through the locked door of their cupboards)was jump behind the big bins outside the kitchen doors.Harry in Y/N suppose that the wind must've caught them in mid jump.
But today, nothing was going to go wrong. It was even worth being with Dudley, Piers, Mary and Becky to be spending the day somewhere that wasn't school, their cupboards or Mrs fights cabbage-smelling living-room.
while he drove, uncle Vernon complained to aunt Petunia aswell as Y/N's aunt and uncle. Do you like to complain about things: people at work, Harry, the council, Y/N, Harry, the bank, Harry and why/in being friends, and Harry were just a few of his favourite subjects,is what Harry tells Y/N.This morning, it was motorbikes.
"...Roaring along like maniacs, the young hoodlums," he said, as a motorbike over took them.
"We had a dream about a motorbike," said Harry and Y/N together, remembering suddenly. "It was flying,"Y/N finished
Uncle Vernon nearly crashed into the car in front he and Mr. Bell turned right around in their seat and yelled at Harry and Y/N, their faced like giant beetroots with mustaches, "MOTORBIKES DON'T FLY!"
Y/N's and Harry's,cousins as-well as their friends sniggered.
"We know they don't," Y/N and Harry say together. "It was only a dream." Harry finished.
But they had wished they haven't said anything. If there's one thing the Dursley's in the Bells hated even more than their asking questions, it was there talking about anything acting in a way it shouldn't, no matter if it was in a dream or even a cartoon – the Dursley's and the Bells seem to think they might get dangerous ideas.
Was very sunny Saturday in the zoo was crowded with families. The jerseys but deadly and peers large chocolate ice cream's at the entrance and the Bells did the same for Mary and Becky,and then, because the smiling lady in the van had asked Harry and Y/N what they wanted before they could hurry them away, they bought them cheap lemon ice lollies. They weren't bad either, Harry and Y/N thought, licking them as they watched a gorilla scratching his head and looking remarkably like Dudley and Mary, except that it wasn't blonde or H/C.
Harry and Y/N had the best morning they'd had in a long time. They were careful to walk a little way apart from the Dursleys and the Bells so that Dudley, Piers,Mary, and Becky who were starting to get bored with the animals by lunchtime, wouldn't fall back on their favorite hobby of hitting them. They ate in the zoo restaurant, and when Dudley and Mary had a tantrum because thier knickerbocker glory's didn't have enough ice cream on top, Uncle Vernon and uncle Richard bought them another one and Harry and Y\N were allowed to finish the first two.
Harry and Y/N felt, afterward, that they should have known it was all too good to last.
After lunch they went to the reptile house. It was cool and dark in there, with lit windows all along the walls. Behind the glass, all sorts of lizards and snakes were crawling and slithering over bits of wood and stone. Dudley, Piers, Mary, and Becky wanted to see huge, poisonous cobras and thick, man-crushing pythons. Dudley and Mary quickly found the largest snake in the place. It could have wrapped its body twice around Uncle Vernon's car and crushed it into a trash can -- but at the moment it didn't look in the mood. In fact, it was fast asleep.
Dudley and Mary stood with their noses pressed against the glass, staring at the glistening brown coils.
"Make it move," Dudley's and Mary whined at Dudley's father. Uncle Vernon tapped on the glass, but the snake didn't budge.
"Do it again," Mary ordered. Uncle Vernon rapped the glass smartly with his knuckles, but the snake just snoozed on.
"This is boring," Dudley moaned. He shuffled away.
Harry and Y/N moved in front of the tank and looked intently at the snake. They wouldn't have been surprised if it had died of boredom itself -- no company except stupid people drumming their fingers on the glass trying to disturb it all day long. It was worse than having a cupboard as a bedroom, where the only visitor was Aunt Petunia or aunt Brenda hammering on the door to wake you up; at least they got to visit the rest of the house.
The snake suddenly opened its beady eyes. Slowly, very slowly, it raised its head until its eyes were on a level with Harry's and Y/N's
It winked.
Harry and Y/N stared. Then they looked quickly at each other then looked around to see if anyone was watching. They weren't. He and Y/N looked back at the snake and winked, too.
The snake jerked its head toward Uncle Vernon, Dudley, and Mary then raised its eyes to the ceiling. It gave Harry and Y/N a look that said quite plainly:
"I get that all the time."
"I know," Harry murmured through the glass, though he wasn't sure the snake could hear him. "It must be really annoying."
The snake nodded vigorously.
"Where do you come from, anyway?" Y/N asked.
The snake jabbed its tail at a little sign next to the glass. Harry peered at it.
Boa Constrictor, Brazil.
"Was it nice there?"
The boa constrictor jabbed its tail at the sign again and Y/N read on: This specimen was bred in the zoo. "Oh, I see -- so you've never been to Brazil?"
As the snake shook its head, a deafening shout behind Harry made all three of them jump. "DUDLEY! MARY! MR. DURSLEY! COME AND LOOK AT THIS SNAKE! YOU WON'T BELIEVE WHAT IT'S DOING!"
Dudley and Mary came waddling toward them as fast as they could.
"Out of the way, you," mary and Dudley said, punching Harry and Y/N in the ribs. Caught by surprise, Harry and Y/N fell hard on the concrete floor. What came next happened so fast no one saw how it happened -- one second, Piers and Dudley and Mary and Becky were leaning right up close to the glass, the next, they had leapt back with howls of horror.
Harry and Y/N sat up and gasped; the glass front of the boa constrictor's tank had vanished. The great snake was uncoiling itself rapidly, slithering out onto the floor. People throughout the reptile house screamed and started running for the exits.
As the snake slid swiftly past them, Harry and Y/N could have sworn a low, hissing voice said, "Brazil, here I come... Thanksss, amigos ."
The keeper of the reptile house was in shock.
"But the glass," he kept saying, "where did the glass go?"
The zoo director himself made Aunt Petunia and aunt Brenda a cup of strong, sweet tea while he apologized over and over again. Piers and Dudley as-well as Mary and Becky could only gibber. As far as Y/N and Harry had seen, the snake hadn't done anything except snap playfully at their heels as it passed, but by the time they were all back in Uncle Vernon's car, Dudley and Mary were telling them how it had nearly bitten off their legs, while Piers and Becky were swearing it had tried to squeeze them to death. But worst of all, for Harry and Y/N at least, was Piers calming down enough to say, "Harry was talking to it, weren't you, Harry?" Becky chimed in and said "yea, and Y/N was talking to it too"
Uncle Richard waited until Becky was safely out of the the house and the Dursley's has gone home before starting on Y/N. He was so angry he could hardly speak. He managed to say, "Go -- cupboard -- stay -- no meals," before he collapsed into a chair, and Aunt Brenda had to run and get him a large brandy.
Y/N lay in her dark cupboard much later, wishing she had a watch. She didn't know what time it was and she couldn't be sure the Bells were asleep yet. Until they were, she couldn't risk sneaking to the kitchen for some food.
She'd lived with the bells almost ten years, ten miserable years, as long as she could remember, ever since she'd been a baby and parents had died in that car crash with Harry's parents . She couldn't remember being in the car when her parents or Harry's parents had died. Sometimes, when she strained her memory during long hours in her cupboard, she came up with a strange vision: a blinding flash of green light and a burn- ing pain on her forehead. This, she supposed, was the crash, though she couldn't imagine where all the green light came from. She couldn't remember her parents at all. Her aunt and uncle never spoke about them, and of course she was forbidden to ask questions. There were no photographs of them in the house.
When she had been younger, Y/N had dreamed and dreamed of some unknown relation coming to take her away, but it had never happened; the Bells were her only family. Yet sometimes she thought (or maybe hoped) that strangers in the street seemed to know her. Very strange strangers they were, too. A tiny man in a violet top hat had bowed to her once while out shopping with Aunt Brenda and Mary . After asking Y/N furiously if she knew the man, Aunt Brenda had rushed them out of the shop without buying anything. A wild-looking old woman dressed all in green had waved merrily at her once on a bus. A bald man in a very long purple coat had actually shaken her hand in the street the other day and then walked away without a word. The weirdest thing about all these people was the way they seemed to vanish the second Y/N tried to get a closer look.
At school, Y/N only had Harry. Everybody knew that Dudley's and Mary's gang hated that odd Harry Potter and Y/N L/N in their baggy old clothes and broken glasses or in Y/N's case a bandage across her nose, and nobody liked to disagree with Dudley's or Mary's gang.
Well that's the end of the second chapter,I hope you're enjoying the book so far!
