It had been a week when the twins were finally let out of their cupboard, by then the snake fiasco had been forgotten and Dudley had already broken several of his expensive presents and had run over Mrs Figg with his bike, who was crossing the road on her crutches.

It was beyond the twin's knowledge as to why Dudley had asked for a bike anyway as Dudley was very fat and hated exercise, except when it involved punching somebody. Dudley's favourite punch bags were of course, Harry and Selena. But he couldn't always catch them.

Despite being small and skinny, the twins were very quick and hard to catch. Usually, the twins would work as a team and take sharp turns and circle Dudley in an attempt to confuse him to the point where he lost interest and stomped off to ruin someone else's day.

When the twins were let out they were immediately sent to the kitchen, where there was an awful smell coming from a metal tub filled with what appeared to be dirty water and old rags. "What's that?" Selena asked, wrinkling her nose is disgusted.

"Your new school uniforms." Aunt Petunia hissed.

"Oh, do they have to be so wet?" Harry asked.

"Nonsense, I'm dying some old clothes grey for you and don't ask questions!"

The talk at breakfast that day was on what new schools they were going to. Dudley was going to Uncle Vernon's old school, Smeltings.

Harry and Selena were going to Stonewall High, which Dudley thought was hilarious. "They stuff people's heads down the toilets first day at Stonewall, wanna go upstairs and practice?" he asked, wearing his full brand-new uniform.

"No thank you," Harry said politely.

"Stuff yourself, you'd fit right in!" Selena mocked, giggling under her breath. The twins quickly scurried away before Dudley could figure out what they just said.

Then the letter box clicked and a pile of letters landed on the doormat. "Get the post, Harry." Uncle Vernon said, not looking up from the newspaper.

"Make Dudley get it,"

"Get the post Dudley,"

"Make Selena get it,"

"Calm down, Harry and I will both get the post." Selena said, ending the unnecessary loop.

"Come on bro, it's not worth it." The twins got up from their seats and walked towards the front door to collect the pile of letters on the floor.

It consisted off a postcard from Marge, Vernon's sister, a thick brown envelope that looked like a bill and a letter for each Twin. Harry and Selena gasped at the letter's in their hands. The addresses were written in green ink. Harry turned his around and they saw a red wax seal bearing the coat of arms with a lion, an eagle, a badger and a snake surrounding the letter 'H'.

"What in the world?" Selena whispered under her breath. The twins had any relatives besides their Aunt and Uncle. They had no friends besides each other. They didn't even belong to the library so they never got rude notes asking for books back. But there it was, a letter for each of them. Selena's letter read:

Miss S. Potter

Cupboard under the Stairs

4 Privet Drive

Little Whinging

Surrey

Harry's was the same but addressed to him instead of his sister. "I don't believe this," Selena said to Harry through her mind. "I don't either," Harry responded.

"What are you two doing in there? Checking for letter bombs?" Uncle Vernon called, laughing at his own joke.

Silently, the twins walked back into the kitchen, their eyes not tearing away from the letters. Harry handed Uncle Vernon the bill and postcard, while still holding his letter. Uncle Vernon scoffed at the bill and looked over the postcard. "Marge's ill," he informed Aunt Petunia. "Ate a funny whelk."

"DAD!" Dudley screeched, snatching the letters out of the twin's hands. "HARRY AND SELENA HAVE GOT LETTERS!"

"GIVE THEM BACK! THOSE ARE OURS!" Harry and Selena growled in anger.

"Yours? Who'd be writing to the two of you," Uncle Vernon scoffed, he turned over Harry's letter and froze when he saw the address, his face changed colours faster than a set of traffic lights. First red, then purple, then a pale grey like expired porridge.

"P-P-Petunia," he stammered, showing his wife.

Aunt Petunia gasped, clutching her throat.

Dudley tried to snatch the letter for a better look, but Uncle Vernon held it out of his reach. "I want to see those letters!" he demanded.

"Give them back!" Harry shouted.

"They're our letters!" Selena snapped.

"Out!" Uncle Vernon barked.

"You have no right to-"

"Give us our letters!"

"LET ME SEE THEM!"

"OUT!" The man hoisted himself up from his chair, picked up Dudley, Harry and Selena by the scruffs of their hair and threw them into the hallway, slamming the door and locking it.

Immediately, all three kids had a silent battle over who would listen through the keyhole. Even if it was two against one, Dudley won, while Harry and Selena had to listen through the crack between the door and the floor.

They could see Aunt Petunia pacing around the kitchen muttering. "Vernon, how could they possibly know where they sleep. They could be watching us, spying on the house this very moment. What do we do?"

"Nothing,"

"But Vernon,"

"No, Petunia, didn't we swear that when we took them in we put a stop to this rubbish, force it out of them."

"But maybe we could make an exception for them, after all my sister was one-"

"I'm not having their kind in the house, Petunia. I can barely stomach the idea of having one in the house, let alone two. We ignore these letters and we ignore them, soon they'll get bored and move on."

"Vernon, I don't think that's going to work."

Later that day, Uncle Vernon did something he rarely did. He visited the twins in their cupboard. "Harry, Selena. You're Aunt and I have been thinking that maybe the two of you are getting a bit big for this cupboard. So, we've decided to move you two into Dudley's second bedroom."

The Dursley's had four bedrooms. One was for Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia, the second was for guests (mostly Uncle Vernon's sister Marge), third was Dudley's room and the fourth was the room where Dudley kept all his stuff that he couldn't fit in his first room.

But the twins weren't concerned about being moving into the smallest room, instead their concerns were of their letters. "What about our letters? What did you do with them?" Harry asked.

"I burnt them, they were the wrong addresses." Uncle Vernon lied.

Selena was furious. "You did what?!"

Harry was just as outraged. "They weren't the wrong addresses, they had our names on it!"

"Silence, this conversation is over! Now both of you collect your things and got upstairs to your new room!"

Harry and Selena grumbled as they collected what little clothes they had combined and walked upstairs into the smallest bedroom. Everything in there, looked beyond repair, including a TV set that Dudley had put his foot through when his favourite show had been cancelled. Inside the room, there were twin beds on either side of the room, an old closet resting in the corner and a chest-of-draws between the beds.

Yesterday, the twins would've given anything to have this room, but now all they cared about what their letters, now lost to the flames of the fireplace. "Who could've sent us those letters?" Selena wondered out loud as she pinned up some Michael Jackson posters above her chosen bed. A few of her favourite artists/bands included Michael Jackson, Elvis, Queen and David Bowie. "Not a clue sis, but whoever did, Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia know something about it, I'm sure of it." Harry said.

The next few days were Hell. Once Dudley had learned that the Twins had been moved into his second bedroom, he threw the tantrum of tantrums. He screamed, punched the walls, kicked his mother, broke a few of his things and threw his tortoise through the Greenhouse roof and he still didn't have his room back. The days after that fiasco, more letters appeared. This time they read:

Miss S. Potter

Smallest Bedroom

4 Privet Drive

Little Whining

Surrey

Mr H. Potter

Smallest Bedroom

4 Privet Drive

Little Whinging

Surrey

"I don't believe this," Dudley gapped at them when more letters arrived. "Who wants to talk to you two this badly?"

Harry and Selena both shrugged. Uncle Vernon had boarded up the letterbox by that point but still the letters kept coming. The entire week went on with letters addressed to the twins started piling up on the doorstep to which point their very confused milkman had to make his deliveries through the living room window.

"Whoever is sending these letters must have terrible writer's cramp," Selena commented one morning.

When Sunday rolled around Uncle Vernon was in the best mood he had been in the entire week. "Fine day, Sundays," he said to no one in particular.

"Why is that Dudley?"

Dudley just shrugged stupidly.

"Because there's no post on Sunday," Harry replied, looking miserable.

Selena was pouring tea into Aunt Petunia's mug, reflecting her brother's facial expression.

"Right you are Harry," Uncle Vernon cried, taking a digestive biscuit. "Ha, no damn letters today."

Selena suddenly noticed something out of the corner of her eye. She nudged Harry in the ribs and cocked her head to the curtained-up window.

The twins walked over to the window, pulled back the curtain and peered through. Selena's jaw dropped in shock when saw Privet Drive. A large flock of owls had arrived in the street and they were perched up on street lamps, rooftops, garden fences, even Uncle Vernon's car. They all seemed to be focused on the house.

"What the…" she uttered.

"No damn letters today," Uncle Vernon continued on to ramble.

Something flew out of the empty fireplace and hit Uncle Vernon's tea cup. He froze in surprise. Harry and Selena whirled their heads around hearing something rumbling from the chimney. Thousands of letters started pouring out from the fireplace and flying everywhere. The twins gasped in shock and delight, running to grab one.

Aunt Petunia and Dudley screamed as more and more of the same letters filled up the living room. Selena used her other power that she possessed to make a letter fly into her hand, while Harry picked one off the floor. Uncle Vernon saw this and chased them yelling: "Give me those letters!"

The twins ran into the hallway but were caught by Uncle Vernon. "Let go!" Selena squealed, kicking at her uncle. The boards blocking up the letter box broke off and letters started pouring through the door.

"THAT'S IT! WE'RE GOING AWAY! FAR AWAY WHERE THEY CAN'T FIND US!" Uncle Vernon yelled as he snatched the letters from the twins. "ALL OF YOU GO UP TO YOUR ROOMS. JUST PACK SOME CLOTHES. NO ARGUMENTS!"

An hour and a half later they were all piled up into the Dursley's car. Dudley was sniffing because Uncle Vernon had hit him over the head for holding them up as he tried to pack his computer, his television and his games into his sports bag.

Uncle Vernon was driving like mad man, dodging in and out of traffic. "Shake em off, shake em off," he muttered, his face beet red. They stopped to rest at a crummy hotel for the night, but the next morning at breakfast the manager came to their table holding two letters saying.

"Scuse me, but which of you are Miss S. Potter and Mr H. Potter, only I got bought a hundred of these at the front desk."

"I'll take those!" Uncle Vernon snapped, snatching them from the woman. They were back on the road soon after. They didn't stop to eat or drink all day.

By the time they finally stopped, it was night time and Dudley was howling. He was hungry, he had missed out five television programs he wanted to see and he had never gone so long without blowing up an alien on his computer. It was also raining and Uncle Vernon had stepped out for a bit. "It's Monday!" he whined. "Power Rangers are on tonight. I want to stay somewhere with a television!"

Monday. The Potter twins looked at each other. They could always count on Dudley to remember the days of the week because of television.

If today was Monday, then tomorrow was 31stof July, the Twins 11thbirthday. Neither of the twins looked forward to their birthdays as they never got anything for it. No cards, no presents not even a cake. Last year for their birthday, Harry got a pair of Uncle Vernon's old socks and Selena got one of Aunt Petunia's old ugly dresses. But still, nobody is 11 every day.

When Uncle Vernon came back he was holding a thin, long package and a plastic bag in the other hand. "I've got some rations and this gentle man has kindly agreed to lend us his boat." A toothless old man walked up to the car, smiling wickedly as he pointed to a small, broken hut perked on a rock out at sea. One thing was certain, there was no television.

Turned out Uncle Vernon's rations were apparently a small bag of crisps each and five bananas. Uncle Vernon then started to light a fire, but the empty crisp packets did nothing but sizzle and smoke. "Could do with some of those letters now then." He chuckled.

Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia went to sleep in the lumpy bed upstairs, Dudley went to sleep on the moth-eaten sofa and the twins were left to sleep on the softest bit of floor under the thinnest, most ragged blanket.

Neither of the twins sleep a wink. They were cold, hungry and constantly kept awake by Dudley's loud snores. Selena was fishing for something in her dress pocket. "I made you a card Harry." She said, pulling out a small, handmade birthday card.

Harry smiled at his twin. If there was anyone in the world he could count on, it was his her. "Thank you, Selena, I also made one for you but it's back home."

"Don't worry about it, just read yours."

Harry opened up the card and saw a drawing of him and Selena holding hands with the words: "Through thick and thin, we stand together as One," floating above them.

There was also a message written in Selena's hand writing:

Dear Harry James Potter,

I wish you Happy 11th Birthday.

You are an amazing, caring person and have been my best friend since birth.

Thank you for always being there for me.

Lots of Love,

your Twin Sister,

Selena Lillian Potter

Harry hugged Selena close and smiled.

"How much longer have we got until our birthday?" Selena asked.

Harry turned to look at the time on Dudley's watch that was wrapped around his fat wrist. "About a minute."

"Ready Selena?"

"Ready," she replied as they started the countdown. 10, 9, 8,

"How about we wake Dudley up, just to annoy him." Selena giggled.

3, 2, 1.

"Happy Birthday," they said together, smiling.

BOOM!

Harry and Selena jumped up in shock hearing a loud bang on the door. Someone was outside knocking on the door.