A/N: Hello! I'm not dead! I'm happy that everyone was kind enough to favorite and story alert my story, but could all of you please at least review? I mean, how else am I supposed to fix things if you don't tell me what you thought? Anyways... ^^; yeah… Sorry about taking so long to update, but this whole time I was trying not to throw my notebook against the wall… Along with my Harry Potter book. You see, I was trying to be as accurate as I could with this chapter, so that's why I took so long. 17 pages in my notebook made into 10 pages on Word. =.= I really hate my life right now… Anyways! ^-^ so I finally got this done, and you can read it! So, without further ado, read on!


Mistaken


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*~Chapter 2~*

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*~A Few Months Later~*

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A few months after Dudley's birthday, Dri woke Ari up as usual with their new ability.

'Ariiiiiii~!!!' Ari sat bolt upright, panting. Dri grinned at him. After Ari calmed down, he looked at Dri and glared.

'What the bloody hell was that for?!' Ari asked in his mind, glaring further at Dri who was giggling like a school girl.

"Time to get up, Ari! Aunt Petunia came down a couple of minutes ago. She's in the kitchen now," Ari sighed as Dri explained in a whisper. Dri grinned and gave his twin a far from innocent peck on the lips before standing up and taking Ari's hand. "Let's go make breakfast."

Ari followed Dri, with a dazed grin on this face, into the kitchen - where he was torn out of his musing as a horrible smell filled his nostrils. Both Dri and Ari hurriedly covered their noses.

'Ewwwwwwwww!!!' They thought simultaneously, trying not to gag. Ari swallowed and stepped forward, watching as Aunt Petunia stirred some clothes in a metal tub in the sink.

"Um… Aunt Petunia? What are you doing?" Ari asked. Aunt Petunia looked up from her stirring and smiled in a nasty way.

"Why, I'm dyeing yours and your brother's school uniforms. Now it'll look like everyone else's when I've finished," She said in a too-sweet voice. Ari and Dri looked at each other from the corner of their eyes.

'I highly doubt that…' They thought at the same time. They walked to the stove and put the breakfast that was already made onto the table.

As soon as Ari and Dri set the table, Uncle Vernon and Dudley walked through the door with scrunched up noses. Uncle Vernon sat at his usual seat and opened the morning paper while Dudley sat down with his very long walking stick, which he got with his uniform for his new school, in his lap.

The click of the mail slot opening sounded, followed soon after by the flop of letters on the doormat.

"Get the mail, Dudley," Uncle Vernon said without looking up from the paper. Dudley took a bite of eggs and frowned.

"Make Harry get it."

"Get the mail, Harry," Uncle Vernon sighed. Ari and Dri smirked.

"Which Harry?" They asked simultaneously. Uncle Vernon put down his paper just enough to glare at the both of them.

"I don't care which one! Just get it!"

"Make Dudley get it," Ari said, still smirking slightly. Uncle Vernon put up his paper again.

"Poke them with your Smelting stick, Dudley."

Ari and Dri bolted out the door before Dudley even lifted his finger. Three things were on the doormat that day: a postcard from Uncle Vernon's sister, Marge, who was vacationing on the Isle of Wight; a brown envelope that looked like a bill; and… A letter for one of the twins?!

Ari and Dri each picked up a side of the letter and stared at it. No one, in their entire lives, had written a letter to either of them. But who would? They didn't have any friends, and they had no other relatives. They didn't even go to the library so they could never get over-due notices! Yet there it was, a letter, addressed so plainly there could be no mistake:

Mr. H. Potter

The Cupboard under the Stairs

4 Privet Drive

Little Whinging

Surrey

The envelope was thick and heavy, made of yellowish parchment, and the address was written in emerald-green ink - much like the color of the twins' eyes. Upon looking farther, they both noticed there was no stamp.

They turned the envelope over with trembling hands. On the back was a purple wax seal bearing a coat of arms; a lion, an eagle, a badger, and a snake surrounding a large letter H.

"Hurry up, freaks!" Uncle Vernon shouted from inside the kitchen. "What are you two doing, checking for letter bombs?"

Uncle Vernon chuckled slightly at his own joke while Ari and Dri made their way into the kitchen, still staring at their letter. Ari handed Uncle Vernon the bill and postcard, then sat down next to Dri who held the letter. Dri looked at Ari with an eyebrow raised.

'Should we open it?' Dri asked. Ari snorted in his mind.

'Cha, of course! Why wouldn't we?'

'Well… It's addressed to the cupboard for bloody sake! Who would know that?! Maybe Dudley just thought it would be funny to see our faces since this is our first letter.' Dri said reasonably. Ari rolled his eyes, lightly plucked the letter out of Dri's hands, and began to open it.

'Well we won't find out if we don't open it, now will we?' Ari said, taking out the paper within the envelope. At this time, Dudley just had to look up.

"Dad!" Uncle Vernon stopped his rambling to Aunt Petunia about Marge being sick and looked at Dudley as he pointed to Ari and Dri. "Dad, both Harrys have something!"

Uncle Vernon glared at Ari and yanked the letter out of his hand.

"Hey! That's ours!" Dri said, trying to snatch the letter back.

"Who'd be writing to you freaks?" Uncle Vernon sneered, shaking the letter open with one hand and glancing down at it. His eyebrows furrowed as his face turned red with rage. As fast as it appeared, it was replaced with a sickly green color, followed by a deathly pale.

"P-P-Petunia!" He gasped. Dudley took this chance to try and grab the letter, but Uncle Vernon held it high out of his reach. Aunt Petunia came over, took the letter curiously, and read the first line. For a moment, it seemed like she would faint. Aunt Petunia clutched her throat and made a choking noise.

"Vernon! Oh my goodness - Vernon!" Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon stared at each other, forgetting that Ari, Dri, and Dudley were still in the room. Dudley wasn't used to being ignored, so he gave his father a sharp tap on the head with his walking stick.

"I want to read that letter." Dudley said, rather loudly. Ari and Dri scowled.

"We want to read it," They said furiously, at the same time, "as it's ours."

"Get out, all three of you." Uncle Vernon croaked, stuffing the letter back inside its envelope. Ari and Dri glared, but didn't move.

"WE WANT OUR LETTER!" Dri shouted suddenly, surprising his twin and the rest of the Dursleys. Dudley snapped out of the outburst first.

"Let me see it!" Dudley demanded, taking a step toward Uncle Vernon. Shaking with rage, Uncle Vernon clenched his fists.

"OUT!" Uncle Vernon roared, grabbing Dudley by the scruff of his neck and throwing him into the hall. A few seconds later, Ari and Dri joined him as the kitchen door slammed in their faces. Dudley rushed forward and stated listening through the keyhole. Ari and Dri sighed, dropping to the ground to lay flat on their stomachs to listen at the crack between the door and the floor.

"Vernon," Aunt Petunia was saying in a quivering voice, "look at the address - how could they possibly know were those two sleep? You don't think they're watching the house?"

Ari and Dri glanced at each other with a knowing look. The letter did say the cupboard under the stairs, didn't it?

'See? That's exactly what I want to know. Do we have some freakish stalkers or something?' Dri thought bitterly. 'Why would anyone but us know we sleep in a cupboard?'

"Watching - spying - might be following us…" Uncle Vernon muttered wildly.

"But what should we do, Vernon?" Aunt Petunia muttered frantically, "Tell them we don't want-"

The sound of a chair moving and footsteps pacing the kitchen entered Ari and Dri's ears.

"No…" Uncle Vernon said finally. "No, we'll ignore it. If they don't get an answer… yes, that's best… we won't do anything…"

"But-"

"I'm not having one in the house, Petunia!" Uncle Vernon said furiously. "Didn't we swear when we took them in that we'd stamp out that dangerous nonsense?"

Ari and Dri looked at each other in confusion.

'What do they mean?' They both asked. Neither had an answer.


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That evening, Ari and Dri were brooding in their cupboard. Ari was petting Dri as Dri pouted and leaned against his twin when it happened. Uncle Vernon visited Ari and Dri in their cupboard.

"Where's our letter?" Dri asked, as soon as Uncle Vernon squeezed through the door. "Who's writing to us?"

"No one. It was addressed to you two by mistake," Uncle Vernon said gruffly. "I've just finished burning it."

"It was not a mistake," Ari said angrily, "it had our cupboard on it."

"SILENCE!" Uncle Vernon yelled, making the few spiders on the wall scurry to safety. He took a few deep breaths and then forced his face into a smile, which looked quite painful - not that Dri or Ari minded.

"Er - yes, Harrison, Hadrian - about this cupboard… Your aunt and I have been thinking… You two are really getting a bit big for it… We think it might be nice if you two moved into Dudley's second bedroom." Ari and Dri stared at Uncle Vernon in disbelief.

"Why?" asked Ari.

"What's the catch?" asked Dri at the same time. Uncle Vernon turned very red in the face.

"Don't ask questions!" He snapped. "Take this stuff upstairs. Now."

Uncle Vernon left while Ari and Dri got their meager possessions and headed upstairs to Dudley's second bedroom. In the house, there were four bedrooms: Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia's room, the guest room, one where Dudley slept, and the last is where Dudley kept all the toys that he couldn't fit in the first bedroom.

It only took Ari and Dri one trip to get everything they owned into that bedroom. Ari closed the door as Dri sat down on the bed. They both looked around as Ari sat down next to Dri. Nearly everything was broken that Dudley put in here - from the video camera her got a month ago to the toys that he stole from kids at school. The only thing that looked untouched was a shelf full of books.

Downstairs, Ari and Dri could practically hear Dudley pleading to his mother: "I don't want them in there… I need that room… Make them get out…"

Dri sighed and laid down on the bed. Ari stretched out beside his twin and wrapped an arm around him. Dri sighed again and looked at Dri with sad eyes.

'Yesterday, we would have given up anything to get this room together…' Dri thought. Ari nodded and tightened his grip on Dri, sighing.

'Yeah… But today, we'd rather be back in that cupboard with our letter that up here without it… ne?' Ari asked, smiling slightly at his brother. Dri grinned in response and nodded.

'Yup! Without a doubt!'


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Next morning, at breakfast, everyone was rather quiet. Dudley the most, since he was in shock. The day before he'd screamed at his parents, whacked his father with his Smelting Stick, been sick on purpose, kicked his mother, and thrown his tortoise through the greenhouse roof. He still didn't get his second room back.

'I wish we opened that letter in the hall yesterday…' Ari thought glumly. Dri chuckled sadly in his mind.

'Well, too late now… Have you seen the looks Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia keep sharing?' Ari nodded slightly. 'Well, it makes me think that we'll never get the mail again.'

True to his theory, the mail arrived and Uncle Vernon made Dudley get it. They heard him banging his walking stick all the way down the hall.

"There's another one! 'Mr. H. Potter, The Smallest Bedroom, 4 Privet Drive -'" Before he could finish, Uncle Vernon gave a strangled cry and leapt from his seat, running into the hallway with Ari and Dri right behind him.

Uncle Vernon had to wrestle Dudley to the ground to get the letter from him. It didn't help when Dri grabbed Uncle Vernon around the neck from behind while Ari grabbed Uncle Vernon's legs. After a minute of confused fighting, in which everyone got hit a lot by the Smelting Stick, Uncle Vernon straightened up - gasping for breath - with Ari and Dri's letter clutched in his hand.

"Go to your cupboard - I mean, your bedroom," he wheezed at Ari and Dri. "Dudley, go. Just - go."

Ari sat down on the bed while Dri paced round and round in their new room. As Dri passed him for the 20th time, Ari grabbed his wrist - effectively pulling his twin into his lap.

'Dri, your mind is going in circles. What is it?' Dri sighed and leaned against Ari.

'Someone knew that we moved out of our cupboard… And they seemed to know that we didn't receiver our first letter… Wouldn't they try again?' Ari thought hard. It seemed to make sense, so he nodded. Dri grinned. 'Well, this time, we'll make sure they don't fail. I've got a plan…'


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When the repaired alarm clock tang at six o'clock the next morning, Dri quickly turned it off and smirked down at his twin.

'Ready?' Ari sat up and rubbed his eyes, nodding. Dri's smirk widened. 'Good. Let's get dressed.'

Ari and Dri got dressed quietly and raced down the stairs silently, not wanting to wake the Dursleys up. They didn't turn on any of the lights and as the twins hit the bottom step, Dri ran over the plan one more tome.

'Alright. So we go outside, go to the corner, wait for the post, and read the letter before the Dursleys notice.' Ari sighed slightly as they walked to the front door.

'Do you really think they won't notice us g-'

"AAAAARRRGH!"

Ari and Dri jumped about a foot in the air, startled out of surprise. The lights clicked on, and to the twins' horror, they saw Uncle Vernon laying on the floor in a sleeping bag at the front of the door. He shouted at Ari and Dri for half an hour and then told them to make a cup of tea. They shuffled miserably into the kitchen and by the time they got back, the mail had arrived - right into Uncle Vernon's lap. Dri caught a glimpse of three letters addressed in green ink.

"I want-" Dri began, but Uncle Vernon was tearing the letters into pieces before the twins' eyes. They sighed and walked up the stairs, favoring to sulk quietly.

Uncle Vernon didn't go to work that day, either. He stayed at home and nailed up the mail slot. At Aunt Petunia's questioning gaze, Uncle Vernon laughed.

"See," He started explaining through a mouthful of nails, "If they can't deliver them, they'll just give up."

"I'm not sure that'll work Vernon…" Aunt Petunia said skeptically. She was starting to question her husband's sanity.

"Oh, these people's minds work in strange ways, Petunia. They're not like you and me," Uncle Vernon said, trying to knock in a nail with the piece of fruitcake Aunt Petunia just brought him. Aunt Petunia raised an eyebrow and sighed. Yes, she was definitely starting to question her husband's sanity.


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On Friday, no less than twelve letters arrived for both Ari and Dri. Of course - since they couldn't go through the mail slot - the letters had been pushed under the door, slotted through he sides, and a few were even forced through the small window in the downstairs bathroom.

Uncle Vernon stayed home again and, after burning all the letters, he got out the hammer and nails again to board up the cracks around the front and back doors so no one could go out. While he worked, he hummed "Tiptoe Through the Tulips" and as he went through the day, he constantly jumped at small noises.


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Things started getting out of hand on Saturday. About twenty-four letters managed to get into the house for Ari and Dri - each of the letters neatly rolled up and hidden inside each and every one of the two dozen eggs that their very confused milkman had handed to Aunt Petunia through the living room window. While Uncle Vernon made furious telephone calls to the post office and the dairy to try to find someone to complain to, Aunt Petunia shredded the letters in her food processor.

Dudley looked over at Ari and Dri in shocked amazement while the twins looked at each other pensively.

"Who on earth wants to talk to you two this badly?" He asked, still amazed. The twins shrugged slightly and Ari decided to answer.

"I dunno, but frankly, I'd say they're nutters." Dri snorted and nodded while Dudley just shook his head in disbelief.


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Once Sunday morning hit, Uncle Vernon sat down at the breakfast table looking tired and rather ill, but happy.

"No post on Sundays," he said in an overly-cheerful voice while he spread marmalade on his newspapers absent-mindedly, "no damn letters today-"

Something came whizzing down the kitchen chimney as Uncle Vernon spoke and caught him sharply on the back of the head. In the next moment, thirty or forty letters came pelting out of the fireplace like bullets. The Dursleys ducked, but Ari and Dri lept into the air almost grabbing one before-

"Out! OUT!" Uncle Vernon roared as he seized Ari and Dri around their waists and threw them into the hall. Not a moment later, Aunt Petunia and Dudley ran out with their arms over their faces as Uncle Vernon slammed the door shut. They could still hear the letters streaming into the room, bouncing off the walls and floor with some mild force.

"That does it," Uncle Vernon said, trying to speak calmly while pulling tufts out of his mustache at the same time. "I want you all back here in five minutes - all ready to leave. We're going away, so just pack some clothes. No arguments!"

Uncle Vernon looked so vicious with half his mustache missing that no one dared to argue. Ten minutes later, Aunt Petunia, Dudley, and the twins were watching Uncle Vernon tear the boards from the door. After the way was clear, they moved into the car. Dudley tried stuffing his TV, VCR, and computer into the trunk until Uncle Vernon smacked Dudley in the back of the head. Uncle Vernon then yelled at Dudley for holding them up; after taking out the TV, VCR, and computer from the trunk, of course. After everyone was in the car, Uncle Vernon sped toward the highway.

They drove, and drove, and drove some more; but no one knew where Uncle Vernon was taking them. Even Aunt Petunia didn't dare ask where they were going. But every now and then Uncle Vernon would take a sharp turn and drive in the opposite direction for a while. Every time he did this, he would mutter, "Shake 'em off… Shake 'em off…"

They didn't stop to eat or drink all day. By nightfall Dudley was howling. He'd never had suck a bad day in his life - he was hungry, he'd missed five TV programs he'd wanted to see, and he'd never gone so long without blowing up an alien on his computer!

Uncle Vernon stopped, at last, outside a gloomy-looking hotel on the outskirts of a big city. Dudley, Ari, and Dri shared a room with twin beds and damp, musty sheets. Dudley took the bed closest to the door while Ari and Dri took the bed closest to the window. While Dudley snored in his sleep, the twins stayed awake, sitting facing toward one another on the windowsill, staring down at the lights of passing cars and wondering what they were going to do…


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They ate stale cornflakes and cold tinned tomatoes on toast for breakfast the next day. The Dursley's and the twins had just finished when the owner of the hotel came over to their table.

"'Scuse me, but is one of you Mr. H. Potter? Only I got about an 'undred of these at the front desk…" She smiled politely and held up a letter so they could read the green ink address:

Mr. H. Potter

Room 17

Railview Hotel

Cokeworth

Dri made a grab for the letter, but Uncle Vernon knocked his hand out of the way. The woman stared and Uncle Vernon shot a glare at Dri.

"I'll take them," Uncle Vernon said gruffly, standing up quickly and following the owner from the dining room.


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"Wouldn't it be better to just go home, dear?" Aunt Petunia suggested timidly, hours later, but Uncle Vernon didn't seem to hear her. No one knew what, exactly, he was looking for. Once, he drove them into the middle of a forest, got out, looked around, shook his head, got back in the car, and drove them off again. The same thing happened in the middle of a plowed field, halfway across a suspension bridge, and at the top of a multilevel parking garage.

"Daddy's gone mad, hasn't he?" Dudley asked Aunt Petunia dully, late that afternoon. Aunt Petunia shook her head and didn't answer, favoring to look out for her husband instead. Not long ago, Uncle Vernon had parked at the coast, locked them all inside the car, and disappeared. A little while later, it started to rain. Ari and Dri could clearly hear Dudley as he sniffled over the sound of the raindrops made on the roof of the car.

"It's Monday," Dudley started to say, looking over to his mother. "The Great Humberto's on tonight… I want to stay somewhere with a television…"

'Huh… Monday… That means tomorrow's our birthday, Dri…' Ari noted, looking at Dri with a tilted head, Dri smiled slightly and turned to Ari.

'Yup. Happy almost-birthday!' Dri thought sarcastically. Ari snorted quietly and rolled his eyes.

'Yeah, happy almost-birthday to you, too.' Ari sighed suddenly and leaned his head against the window. 'I wonder if the letters will find us…'

Dri leaned his head on Ari's shoulder and closed his eyes lazily.

'Hopefully… On a brighter note, I still love that month-early birthday present!' Dri said, wiggling his eyebrows with his eyes still closed. Ari snorted again and raised an eyebrow.

'Oh? Not sick of me yet?' Ari asked playfully. Dri opened his eyes and looked at Ari with a grin.

'Nope! And I'll never be sick of you, anyway. Are you sick of me yet?' Ari rolled his eyes and shook his head, hugging Dri from the side.

'I'll never get sick of you, either. So don't worry.'

By this time, Uncle Vernon was back and he was smiling widely. Aunt Petunia asked what Uncle Vernon bought, drawing attention to the long, thin package he was carrying.

"Found the perfect place!" Uncle Vernon said, totally ignoring Aunt Petunia's question as he stuck his head in the car. "Come on! Everyone out!"

It was cold with the wind and rain outside the car. Uncle Vernon turned and pointed at what looked like a large rock way out at sea. Perched on top of the rock was the most miserable little shack you could imagine. One thing was fairly certain: there was no television in there.

"Storm forecast for tonight!" Uncle Vernon said gleefully, clapping his hands together. "And this gentleman's kindly agreed to lend us his boat!"

They turned to find a toothless old man, grinning wickedly, ambling up to them. He stopped a few feet short and, with that grin still plastered to his face, pointed to a rather old-looking rowboat that was currently bobbing in the iron-gray water below them.

"I've already got us some rations," Uncle Vernon said, starting toward the water, "so all aboard!"

It was oddly freezing in the boat; even more so than outside of it. Icy sea spray and rain crept down their necks and a chilly wind whipped their faces. After what seemed like hours to the twins, they finally reached the rock. Uncle Vernon grudgingly helped everyone out of the boat and led them, slipping and sliding the whole way, to the broken-down house.

The inside was horrible - even more so than the exterior. It smelled strongly of seaweed, the wind whistled through the gaps in the wooden walls, and the fireplace was damp and empty. There were only two rooms in the small shack.

Uncle Vernon's rations turned out to be a bag of chips for each person and four bananas. Dudley stole Ari's bag of chips, so Dri shared both the chips and the banana with his twin. Once everyone was done, Uncle Vernon tried to start a fire with the empty chip bags, but the bags just smoked and shriveled up.

"Could do with some of those letters now, eh?" Uncle Vernon said cheerfully while leering down at Ari and Dri.

'He's in a very good mood… Obviously he thinks nobody stands a chance of reaching us out here in a storm to deliver mail…' Ari thought bitterly, shifting closer to Dri.

'I dunno… I'm starting to think he's right… Not that I'm happy about that.' Dri thought, placing his head on Ari's shoulder.

As the night fell, the promised storm blew up around them. Spray from the high waves splattered the walls of the hut and a fierce wind rattled the filthy windows. Aunt Petunia managed to find a few moldy blankets in the second room - which she promptly used to make up a bed for Dudley on the moth-eaten couch. Once that was done, Aunt Petunia led Uncle Vernon to the second room to sleep on the lumpy bed. Ari and Dri were left to find the softest bit of floor they could (next to the couch Dudley was sleeping in), and they had to curl up close together under the thinnest, most ragged blanket.

As the night went on, the storm raged more and more ferociously while Ari and Dri found they couldn't sleep. Ari shivered and moved closer to Dri on their spot on the floor next to the couch. Dri wrapped his arms around his twin and kept in a laugh as Ari's stomach grumbled with hunger.

Dri looked up directly over his head to look at Dudley's watch, which was dangling over the armrest of the couch, and he saw it was ten minutes till midnight. Dri smiled slightly and hugged Ari closer.

'We'll be eleven in ten minutes… Are you happy?' Dri asked, looking down at his twin, who was leaning against his chest in-between Dri's legs. Ari looked up with sleepy eyes.

'So we will… so we will… I guess I'm as happy as I'll ever be… I mean, I'm still with you, so I'm good.' Was Ari's sleepy reply. Dri watched as the time ticked nearer to midnight and pondered to his twin.

'I wonder if the Dursleys will even remember it's our birthday…' Ari shrugged slightly. He glanced up, and then answered.

'Probably not. Think the letter writer will send us another one? Five more minutes, by the way.' Dri laughed quietly.

'I know. They probably won't send us anything… They probably gave up already.' There was a creak outside the shack. 'I sure hope this roof is secure. It would suck if it fell on top of us… Four more to go.'

'Think the house'll be full of letters when we get back?' Ari asked with a grin. 'Maybe then we could grab a letter. Three more.'

Dri sat Ari up and looked curiously at the door.

'I coulda sworn I heard something out there… Was that the sea?' Ari shrugged.

'Dunno… What was that crunching noise? One more minute.'

'Oh joy.' Dri rolled his eyes. 'We have seconds now… Huh… The noises stopped… Thirty seconds.'

'Maybe we should wake up Dudley, just to annoy him.' Ari thought gleefully. 'Ten seconds.'

'Nah, we'll let the lazy-ass sleep… Five seconds…'

'Three…'

'Two…'

'One! Happy Birthday to us then.' Ari thought with a grin.

'Yeah… Happy Bir-'

BOOM!

The whole shack shivered. Ari and Dri stared at the door.

'Knock knock?' Dri asked weakly, slightly pale.

'Who's there?' Ari asked in the same tone, pale like his twin.

'I don't know, but it looks like we're gonna find out…'


A/N: FINALLY! TT~TT I'm done! God, my hands hurt from typing so much… Ugh… I HATED this chapter! Only just because it took me this long to write ten fucking pages! =.= be happy… Anyways! ^-^ please review and tell me what a wonderful- or crappy- job I did!