So, I'm Harry Potter's Twin
Prologue
It was the summer after 5th grade not 5th year, and I would be going to middle school. I wondered if my friends from elementary school would still be my friends in middle school. I knew Skylar and Aredhel would still be my friends. We were neighbors. Well, at least, I thought, no I hoped, we would still be friends. We had all been friends for as long as I can remember.
I was brought back from my thoughts to the sound of Dudley Dursley, my cousin, and his gang bullying some 7 year old, for his candy. 'Oh come on,' I thought. Dudley could soo do better than this. I got up off the swing and walked over to him. "Dudley!" He turned and looked at me. "Why don't you pick on someone your own size?"
He grinned at me and turned to his buddies. "Okay, then, if she doesn't want me to pick on this kid, let's go pick on Potter." His gang all agreed and they began heading back to our house. 'Oh no, what did I get Harry into!' I exclaimed running back to warn Harry. The Potter that Dudley was referring to was my twin brother Harry. "Harry!" I yelled out of breath from running home. "Dudley's on his way to beat you up."
"Bella, what'd you say now?" he asked.
"I just told him to pick on someone his own size, because he was picking on a 7 year old," I replied.
"You're too nice for your own good, Bella," he replied, climbing up into a tree so Dudley couldn't get to him. I ran up to my room, so Dudley wouldn't know that Harry was up in the tree. I turned on my radio and began listening to a mix CD that I had. I dug underneath some loose floorboards and grabbed my diary out from underneath them. I layed down on my bed and began writing about my thoughts and concerns that I had been thinking earlier about middle school and my friends.
When I was done writing, I decided to rearrange my room some. I had to work around Dudley's junk, because my room was where all his broken toys went. I live with my Aunt, Uncle, cousin, and of course, brother. My aunt and uncle, Petunia and Vernon, live in a four-bedroom house. They have a room. My cousin, Dudley has a room. There's a guest room for when Aunt Marge comes and visits. Last but not least, there's my room, where like I said, was where Dudley put all his crap that he doesn't want to throw away. Harry, my brother, sleeps under the stairs. You're probably thinking why don't we share a room, right? Well, my aunt and uncle let me have Dudley's room, because there was no other place to put me. Also, whenever I try to convince them to let Harry and I share a room, they tell me that boys and girls shouldn't share rooms, even if they're related.
You see, for some weird reason my aunt and uncle don't like Harry and me, so Harry sleeps under the stairs. I'm guessing it has something to do with our parents, because whenever we mention them, they change the subject or give us a very brief answer. There aren't even pictures of our parents up around the house. You would think that Aunt Petunia would put at least one picture of her sister, our mother, Lily, up, but no there's not one single picture of her, or even my mother's family up.
After I got done rearranging my room, it was dinnertime. 'Woohoo,' I thought, as I walked down the stairs to the dining room to eat. 'Another "family" dinner, where Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon talk non-stop about Dudley.' Dudley's birthday is next week, so they'll probably be asking him what he wants for his birthday and what he wants to do on his birthday. And guess what, I was right.
"So diddykins, what would you like to do on your birthday?" asked Aunt Petunia as she was putting the food on the table.
"I want to go to the zoo," was Dudley's reply, smirking at Harry and me.
"I'll have to call Mrs. Figg and ask her to watch Harry and Isabella," Uncle Vernon said. "We have some of your presents already, but we just wanted to know what else you wanted Dudders."
Dudley began naming all kinds of crazy and expensive things, knowing that would make both Harry and me jealous. On our birthday, all we get are hand-me downs. Although, Harry gets Duddley's clothes and stuff that he's outgrown, I get stuff from the second hand stores. I don't even have a problem with that, though. At least the stuff I get fits me, unlike Harry's clothes that are way too big for him, because Duddley's a fat ass. Speaking of clothes, I just remember that my friends parents wanted to take us (my friends and I) shopping for the upcoming school year, even though it was months away.
"Umm…Uncle Vernon," I asked in a quite voice, knowing that he was going to give me the "look". The "look" is why are you even talking me when I'm talking about/to Dudley.
"Yes," he replied with tight lips.
"Aredhel's mom wanted to know if it was okay if she took me to the mall tomorrow with her, Aredhel, and Skylar?" I asked, looking at Harry with an apologetic look, because I would be leaving him to fend off Dudley and his gang.
"You can go only if you do your chores," was Uncle Vernon's reply.
"I will, and thank you Uncle Vernon," I said and got up from the table, rinsed my dishes off, and put them in the dishwasher. My chores were doing the dishes, making sure my room was tidy, cleaning the bathroom, vacuuming the house, and cleaning the windows. I didn't even bother trying to do my chores before bed, because I knew that Dudley would undo what I had done. He never wants Harry and me to have any fun.
I put on my Rocky Horror Picture Show t-shirt. To drown out Dudley's snoring, I turned on my radio before going to bed. I fell asleep to ACDC playing. That night I dreamed of being turned into a vampire, and turning Harry into one, so he didn't have to put up with the Dursleys. The dream had been exciting until Tucker, Dudley's friend, popped into my dream. Then I realized that it wasn't a dream. Tucker was in my room.
"Well if it isn't sleepy head Izzy," he said.
"GO AWAY!" I groaned, willing him to leave me alone. Tucker's always bugging me. I don't understand why he does it because Dudley hates us and Dudley's the leader of the gang. His gang is always sucking up to him. They also don't like to piss him off. Although Dudley probably encourages it just for the fact that I hate Tucker. I heard Tucker leave and close the door. I got up, threw on a pair of jeans, and began doing my chores. When I was done, I told Aunt Petunia that I was leaving now and going to Aredhel's house. I also told Harry that I would try not to stay gone all day.
I knocked on Aredhel's door and Mrs. Wyrick answered, "Well, hello there dear. How are you today? Aredhel's upstairs, asleep."
"I'm doing good, thanks," I said heading upstairs. I knocked on her door when I got up the stairs. "Hey, sleepy head," I said opening the door. She peeked her head out from under the covers and asked, "Is it morning?"
"Yes, dearie. Now get up and get dressed. I'll wait downstairs." I walked out of her room and went downstairs. Her younger brother, Leander, was sitting on the couch watching the telly. "Watchya watchin?" I asked him, walking up to him and messing his hair up.
"I'm watching Duck Tales," he said, fixing his hair.
"OMG, I love this show," I said, taking a seat next to him on the couch.
About ten minutes later, Aredhel came down the stairs, wearing an Edward Scissorhands t-shirt that came down to her knees, black tights, and black flip-flops. "Nice shirt," I said to her when she had entered the room. The doorbell rang five minutes later, and Leander answered it. It was Skylar and her cousin, Ryker. Ryker was staying with Skylar, while his parents went on their honeymoon. They had both gotten remarried around the same time, and both had gone on their honeymoons at the same time. He'd be staying with them until his parents were settled in back home, which could be anywhere from a few months to a year. Aredhel's dad would be watching Leander and Ryker, while us girls went shopping. Skylar came into the room; she was wearing a Labyrinth tank top with a light denim skirt and hot pink tights.
Mrs. Wyrick came into the room then and asked, "Are you girls ready to leave?"
"Yes, ma'am," we replied in unison.
We all went outside and got in the car. While we were waiting on Mrs. Wyrick, I told the girls about my rude awakening earlier. "OMG, guess what?" I asked them. They looked at me in reply. "Tucker was in my room when I woke up this morning. In fact, he woke me up. Why won't he leave me alone?"
"Wow, he must really like you to always be bugging you," Skylar said gagging. "He is soo gross, and he hangs out with Dudley, which goes to show you what a poor character he has."
Aredhel nodded in agreement and said, "We must do something about him." However, before we could start brainstorming, Mrs. Wyrick got into the car and started the engine.
We arrived at the mall fifteen minutes later. "So where would you girls like to…" Mrs. Wyrick started to say then remembered our favorite store. "Hot Topic here we come." When we got into Hot Topic, we all scattered so we could look at everything. I went to the t-shirts, Skylar went to jewelry, and Aredhel went to the shoes. I grabbed three of all the fairy shirts. Then I grabbed The Craft, The Crow, Donnie Darko, ACDC, Led Zeppelin, Aerosmith, Poison, Metallica, Marilyn Manson, Lynard Skynard, Star Wars (old episodes), Ferris Beuler's Day Off, Nightmare Before Christmas, Corpse Bride, The Goonies, and Gremlins t-shirts. I went over to Skylar and showed her. She loved the shirts and showed me what she had picked out. Handcuff necklace and bracelets, zipper earrings, heart that had a key hole and a key, and some other cute stuff. Next, we both went over to Aredhel to show her all that we picked out, and she showed us some Converses that had flames on them and some Vans that had black roses on them. After that, we went and looked at the bags. I picked out a Nightmare Before Christmas bag, Skylar picked out Edward Scissorhands, and Aredhel picked out The Rocky Horror Picture Show. We went up to the counter to pay and pick out pins to put on our bags. Basically, all the t-shirts we bought, we bought pins for and some that had sayings on it. Mrs. Wyrick ended up paying about 800 for all of our stuff. After we left Hot Topic, we went to the food court and got something to eat.
When we were done eating, we went over to the bookstore to get some books to read. Mrs. Wyrick ended spending another 200 on books. After we left the bookstore, we decided to go home. I wanted to make sure that Harry was okay, and that Dudley wasn't bugging him. When we got back to Aredhel's house, I thanked Mrs. Wyrick for taking us shopping and buying us new clothes and stuff; I hugged my friends, and told them that I'd call them later. I grabbed my bags and walked out the door. When I got home, I called Harry up to my room to look at all my stuff. He was amazed by all the stuff that Mrs. Wyrick ended up buying us. I told him that everything I had, she bought two more of for Aredhel and Skylar. I told him that if he wanted to he could wear my t-shirts, instead of those big ass shirts that the Dursley's give him.
After showing him my clothes, I put them up in my closet and dresser. I put my jewelry in my jewelry box and put my backpack on the closet door. I was all set for middle school. "So Harry, you wanna play cards or something?" I asked Harry, walking over to my stereo and turning it on.
"Sure, sis," he said, walking over to the bed and sitting down on it. I grabbed a deck of cards from my bedside table and sat down across from him on the bed. "War?" I asked. He nodded his head and I shuffled the cards. I began dealing the cards out and the game began. We were so enthralled in the game that we didn't hear my door open and someone come in. That person came up behind me and covered my eyes. "What the-?" I started to say.
Harry at the same time said, "Get away from her."
"No," replied a voice I instantly recognized. "Tucker get away from me!" I yelled ducking out of his hands that were on my eyes. He grabbed my arm before I could escape and pulled me close to him.
Harry jumped off the bed and grabbed Tucker by his arms. He pulled with all his strength to get him to let go of me, while I pushed with all that I had to get him as far away from me as possible.
Tucker turned quickly and walked out of my room when he heard my cousin yelling for him to hurry up. "We'll be late for the movies," yelled Dudley.
"Why must he be just a bloody git?" I asked Harry.
"I don't know. But at least he doesn't beat you up," Harry muttered turning away and walking out also.
I started to go after Harry, but he was already outside by the time I reached the stairs. I turned back to my room to vent out my frustration in my diary.