Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. I do own Michael and Jonathon.
Warning: Child Abuse
Chapter 5
Number 4 Privet Drive, 9 years and 8 months later:
A soft, insistent tapping was heard throughout the room, waking one of the three occupants. Michael Potter had been having a pleasant dream about a house that he could call home. The house had an enormous yard, with things that he had always wanted to play with. The kitchen in the home had all of the food that he liked. Even better was the fact that there was no lock on the refrigerator door.
The rest of the house looked like an average home. There were four bedrooms with four king sized beds. The dining room held no Porcelain China and the table that occupied the middle of the room, was not fancy at all. In fact, all the plates that adorned it were paper. The strangest thing about this house, were the occupants.
Every time Michael had dreamt of this house, there were no adults. The only occupants of the house were his twin, his younger brother, and himself. Sometimes, Alana, Mary, and Lauren were there to play.
With the lack of adults, this fantasy was bliss for Michael. That is why he was so reluctant to come back into the harsh reality that he called life. Rolling over and trying to go back to sleep, he heard a loud bang against the door.
Michael shot up like a rocket just in time to hear a muffled yell of, "You better be up, you pieces of crap, or else". Knowing this was no idle threat, Michael threw off his thin, worn blanket and grabbed his three-sizes-too-big sweat shirt, which had been rolled up for a pillow. Getting off the wooden, uneven floor, he walked over to the other side of the small bed that decorated the room.
He ignored the sole occupant of the bed, knowing that Jonathon needed his sleep. Looking down to the floor, he saw brown, crumpled mass. No body parts were showing. Honestly, how does Harry do it with that thing that is more of a rag than blanket? He gently nudged the figure on the floor with his bare foot, in where he assumed was his twin's stomach, though you never could know with Harry.
As expected, Harry just grumbled a "five more minutes" before promptly falling back to sleep. Giving an impatient sigh, though this had become a morning ritual long ago, and not caring about the consequences of his actions, he ripped his twin's equally thin blanket away from him. Finally seeing a mop of messy black hair, he proceeded to give his twin a noogie(spelling?). That got Harry to fully wake up.
Shooting up, just like Michael had, Harry decided to get revenge by tripping Michael and giving his own Noogie. The two then started to 'play' wrestle, but that didn't last long. Soreness, lack of energy, and a yell from downstairs were the cause.
Laughing a little, they helped each other off the floor, then proceeded to throw on their tee-shirts that could have housed a homeless family. Once done, they looked at the figure on the bed, getting serious expressions on their faces. Exchanging a glance, they came to a silent agreement. The duo threw each of their blankets on the bed, then continued on downstairs.
Right as Harry was about to enter the kitchen, through the swinging door, the door swung open, causing Harry to go flying back into Michael. "Freak, watch where you are going. And hey Mikey, (Life cereal joke) I have a present". With that, Dudley Dursley went to hit Michael, but Harry blocked it. With a huff, Dudley pushed past them and sat down to watch some television.
Once Dudley had left, Michael looked down at his brother. "You are such in idiot bro, and he's a big jerk". Turning Harry so he was facing him, he looked at the damage. Harry's nose was bleeding and looked broken from being hit by the door. His right eye was starting to get puffy, promising a black eye.
"You know that I could never let you get hit, especially by that whale. That's why I'm the oldest. Besides, you need to save your energy, just incase John-John (Jonathon) needs it".
"Okay, but after that, we're going to fix that face. Try to stop the bleeding before you go in. I'll start breakfast". Without further ado, Michael left to go in the kitchen, while fuming inside. I hate the name Mikey. I am not that stupid kid on that stupid cereal box.
Putting his anger aside because he would burn the bacon, he walked in and gave a polite greeting to his aunt and uncle.
Outside, Harry had used his ratty shirt to stop the bleeding. In record time, he was in the kitchen, cooking the eggs. When all of the Dursley's food was cooked, Michael and Harry had to sit back and watch. If they were good, they got food.
That was the reason why both of them looked like they were eight, instead of turning eleven in a month. Both could count their ribcages, though Harry's were more defined (could count more), but that was because Harry was stubborn. He would only eat, if Michael had enough. Both, barely hit four foot. They did have muscle tone though. Working outside, mowing lawns, and tending gardens did that to a person.
When the family was done, the twins moved to take the plates away. Before he could retract his hand, after grabbing his uncle's plate, his hand was grabbed in a vice-like grip, by thick, stubby fingers.
"Where is that filth that you call a brother?" Harry was asked. Before he could reply, his aunt stepped in.
"Is Jonathon sick again. He might need to go to the hospital. But first, we'll just see if he can hold anything down", Petunia replied in 'concern' for her youngest nephew. Upon looking closer, one could see a mad, happy, gleeful glint in her eyes.
"No Aunt Petunia. Jonathon is really sick. He wouldn't be able to eat anything", was Michael's quick reply, while Harry was preoccupied with the hand around his arm, that was getting tighter and tighter.
"You don't know what you're talking about you freak. He needs to try to eat something first", was Petunia's retort. She then smacked Michael in the face. Snapping back to reality, Harry chirped in.
"He's telling the truth. Jonathon couldn't even get up this morning. He needs to go to the hospital for intensive care". Harry was lying, but he did not want to see his little brother hurt even more.
"Oh no! Then we must take him right away. Vernon, since you don't have work today, please take us. I'm sure Dr. Waldron would love to see you supporting Jonathon". Petunia's glint had increased ten fold, while Vernon looked like he was about to get a very early Christmas present. He even let go of Harry's arm.
All three left, with Dudley getting ready to come along, Petunia carrying Jonathon down the stairs, and Vernon getting the car. When Jonathon, Dudley, and Petunia were all in the car, Vernon grabbed Harry and Michael by the ears. They were walked that way to Ms. Figg's house. Their ears were relieved of the abuse, when Vernon went to ring the doorbell.
With a quick explanation, Vernon left, leaving the twins' with a crazy cat lady. Both hoped that Jonathon would be there long enough to satisfy their family, while Jonathon would not be too hurt.
Author's Note: Thanks for the reviews. What happened the night Voldemort was killed, will be explained in later chapters. If you don't know about what is happening to Jonathon, then it will be explained later. If it helps, if anyone has seen The Sixth Sense, then think of the first dead girl that the boy helps.