A/N: I do not own anything of the Potterverse, only the story plot.
"Wake up you annoying little brat." A muffled female voice screamed through my door.
"I'm up." I groaned, loud enough for her to hear and I heard her retreating footsteps as she made her way to the kitchen.
I slowly sat up and looked around my dingy room, sighing at the lack of anything in here. It looked more like a broom closet than an actual bedroom. There was enough room for a small bed and an even smaller dresser. I had five sets of clothes. One for each day of the week and when Friday rolled around I had to wear my Friday outfit until Monday. To say it was disgusting was an understatement. I was allowed to have one shower a week and I always chose Sunday. Today was Saturday, and I was sure sleeping in the same clothes you wore the day before was unhygienic or something.
"Hermione! I will not tell you again!" I sighed, and got out of bed, making my way to the bathroom. I hurriedly did my human deeds and made my way downstairs. Walking into the kitchen the woman, my aunt, who yelled at me was staring at me disdainfully, like I was some kind of virus. In my opinion she looked like a horse, but then I would feel bad for insulting horses. She was tall and stick thin, she had no curves at all, and her nose was the most dominant feature on her face. Her eyes were more snake like, always in slits, she was never happy unless she was with her son.
"It is about time. My baby is starving." My aunt scolded.
I bowed my head and made my way over to the stove. "Sorry Aunt Petunia." I turned the stove on and put the bacon into the frying pan. Today was my cousin Dudley's birthday, so of course, my aunt and uncle went crazy. Buying him almost a hundred gifts and spending tons of money on his birthday. No one ever came to his party, so he was always stuck with me. I sighed as I put the now finished bacon onto the plate and broke ten eggs into the pan.
"Hurry up girl. We have a big day planned." My uncle, Vernon, snarled. He was a big man, his rolls had rolls and if he got any bigger he would probably be as heavy as a whale. I looked in his direction, wincing slightly as his beady brown eyes stared back at me. I gave him a quick nod and went back to the cooking. "Stupid twit." He muttered. "Don't know why we have kept her all of this time."
Aunt Petunia snorted, "you know why we keep her Vernon."
"Doesn't mean I have to like her." He snapped.
"Never said you had to, dear." She grabbed the bacon and tossed about 10 pieces each onto everyone's plate. Except me of course, I get half a piece of bacon and a slice of burnt toast. I looked at my food, my mouth watering, but knowing if I ate it I would just be that more hungry.
"I forgot to mention, dear." Vernon began. "Henry called and asked if I could come into work today so it will just be you and Dudley today."
Aunt Petunia wrinkled her nose in distaste. "Work on your son's birthday?"
"Sorry dear, but can not say no." She nodded, pursing her lips to keep what ever hateful thing she was thinking to herself. "You and Duds have fun."
"Sadly, I will have to bring the brat with us today."
"Why?" Uncle Vernon and I both spoke up.
They both glared at me. "It seems her regular babysitter broke her leg or something and I can not find a replacement. So I am stuck with her."
"I am fifteen now aunt Petunia. Can I not simply stay home?"
"Absolutely not! Who knows what trouble you would cause were you here by yourself."
"Yes Aunt." I sighed, and cleared the table and started doing the dishes.
"After you are done, you will dress in a nice dress. I shall take it out of my room a, but first you need a shower. You positively stink."
"Yes aunt Petunia."
"Good." She walked out of the room, following uncle Vernon to the door. I sighed again, and then stiffened when I felt a presence behind me.
"Later, I will get my birthday present from you." Dudley whispered into my ear, making me whimper.
Somewhere in the country...
"Albus, the girl is already fifteen! She has already missed four years of her schooling."
"Minerva, calm down. Have a lemon drop." Minerva glared at the man before her.
"Why have you not sent out her letter yet?"
He smiled at her, causing Minerva to glare harder at him. "She is smart, she will learn quickly. She will get her letter on her fifteenth birthday."
"The boy is living with his godfather. Why couldn't we have sent her to him instead? I have watched that house, Albus, the stuff that goes on there at night is..." She shuddered. "Revolting."
"If you remember, it was only recently that Sirius was proven innocent by the capture of Peter Pettigrew."
"Then why wait?"
"Minerva, the girl hasn't done any accidental magic at all. She should have came into her powers at the age of eleven. What does that tell you?"
Minerva stared at the white haired wizard in shock. "You... you don't mean she is a squib."
"I am not sure. If she doesn't shower her power by her birthday, then I can assume she is. Or she could just be a very late bloomer."
"No one has ever been a late bloomer Albus. You know that." Minerva argued.
"That is mostly true. However, there was one case, many centuries ago when a witch didn't come into her powers until she was fifteen. I do not believe in reincarnation, but if a world like ours exists, why not reincarnation?" He rambled.
"Fine. When are you going to tell the boy of his sister?"
"I am sure it will be quite interesting to see how they react without being told, don't you think?" Albus smiled again.
"What is it your planning, old man?"
"There are some things, my dear, that even you can not know."
"One day Albus, you will need me and I will not be there. I hope you regret your past transgressions."
"I am sure I will Minerva." He looked at an ancient clock on the wall. "Don't you have a class to teach, my dear?"
Minerva nodded and walked out the door, slamming it behind her. After she left, Albus went to the nearest wall, where a painting of one of the greatest headmasters of the school was sitting and went behind it and opened the secret door. Inside was a single scroll. Albus sighed and sat back down at his desk, unrolling the scroll carefully, and the reading the contents of the parchment for the hundredth time.
A/N: Here is chapter two, hopefully I will have two more chapters posted soon. Enjoy. Don't forget to let me know if you love it, like it or down right hate it. No flames please, all constructive criticism is welcome though.
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