Author Notes:

Welcome back to Twins of destiny!

For those that read this a few days ago, Yes, I did sort of re-write it since it didn't really work out as I hoped it would.

I hope you like this new chapter and please review!

-KamaUzu, the Scythe of Whirlwinds

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry potter

Chapter 1: Going to the Zoo

Harry's P.O.V:

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

I slammed my head on the roof of my small, dimly lit room HARD as was jolted awake by Willow's screams. She may be upstairs in her closet, while I was downstairs in my cupboard, but when she screamed, it's as if she was screaming right in my ear.

Knowing that everyone would probably be up already, I quickly got dressed into some of Dudley's old clothes, and waited to be let out. As I waited, I could hear screams above fade away, before another scream were let out from who I believed to be from Aunt Petunia. However, before I could worry about the cousin who I called my twin sister, Uncle Vernon opened the cupboard door and told me to make breakfast.

Sighing, I did as I was told, and proceeded to the kitchen to start making some bacon and eggs. I just finished with the eggs before Willow walked into the kitchen to start squeezing the oranges into juice. Her left eye was covered with bandages and successfully hiding her burn scar, while an old blonde greasy wig covered her head. She was wearing the old, ugly, worn out dress that's peppered all over with dull pink with little yellow flowers that had once belonged to our aunt. I hated how Willow was forced to wear that, she already had confidence issues, and by wearing that, it made people at school laugh at her, and then bully her as payback for being related to the school bully: Dudley Dursley. Which made matters even worse. If I wasn't allowed to even talk to her at school, she probably wouldn't have a thread of confidence left.

Dudley was my other cousin, but I felt nothing for him, and there was nothing that Willow and I had in common with him other than the fact that our mothers happened to his mother's sister. Dudley was a mean, over sized boy who liked to prey on anyone that was smaller than him - especially us, but mostly Willow. He had perfectly combed blonde hair on top of his abnormally pudgy head and had a loud mouth that constantly shouted for more sweets from his mother. Dudley always got what he wanted from his parents, no if's, and's, or but's about it.

Vernon and Petunia Dursley were one of a kind, and I hated them equally... Well, maybe a bit more to Vernon ever since Willow actually believed what he said once on how she was a freak because of her looks, and it took me a whole month of school to finally change her mind on that. Uncle Vernon was practically Dudley in adult form - the only differences was the color of their hair and the fact Uncle Vernon had a large, black mustache that sat perched above his upper lip. Like Dudley, Uncle Vernon had a temper, but was ten times worse and he always took it out on Willow and me even when it wasn't our fault. Aunt Petunia however, unlike her husband and son, was a frail, little woman who spent the majority of her time nosing around the neighborhood so she could figure out the town gossip. And Although she didn't like us at all, she seemed to be less violent towards us and only became irritable when we spoke directly to her.

Willow and I were completely different from the family that we lived with. I was an abnormally skinny boy with jet black hair that always looked messed up not matter how much you brushed it. And behind my round, constantly broken glasses I had bright green eyes.

My twin cousin was the most obvious, one look at her true looks and anyone could guess that. She was a bit pale, and had a slender, thin, and pretty body about a few inches smaller than me. Under the wig she always wear to school,or when going out she actually had snowy-white shoulder-length hair, with jaw-length bangs that covered just over her ears. However, what really stood out from Willow was actually hidden under the bandages that covered her left eye. While Willow's Right eye was crystal blue and shined in the sun, her left eye however was jet black and hallow, as if it was dead. Due to this, Vernon made her cover it everyday, and make a lie that it was blind. Luckily, she had perfect vision and didn't need glasses, or I'm sure she might go insane trying to put on the bandages when she can't even see her face.

The only thing's me and Willow did share in common were our nose, and our lightning shaped scars, which was everything but normal. My scar sat in the middle of my forehead, while Willow's sat right above her left eye, where her burn covered almost the entire left side of her face.

"Watch out, the egg is starting to burn." Willow reminded me, before she continued to squeeze the oranges. Snapping myself out of my thoughts, I quickly flipped the eggs just in time, preventing it from burning.

We finished making enough breakfast just in time as a big, beefy man who we both recognized as Uncle Vernon came wobbling in along with our other cousin Dudley Dursley.

Willow quickly set up the breakfast table, before quickly carrying the breakfast to the table, along with a pitcher full of orange juice. Dudley started to count his mountain of presents, which looked like hard work for him much to my amusement (luckily the Dursley's didn't notice). When Dudley realized he had two presents less then last year, he almost threw a tantrum. Making the both of us wonder why he wasn't thankful for what he already has. I gave Dudley a look, which caught both Mr, and Mrs. Dursley's attention.

"Eat your food Potter!/ Nova!" They snapped at the same time before digging into their breakfast. With us following behind after we sat down on one of the remaining chairs and proceeded devouring our food.

Nova... Potter... Those were the only clues Willow and I had to our parents, since they were never mentioned in the house... Except the 'fact' that mine were both drunks and died in a car crash, while Willows was that her mother was a 'wore' and her father was an unemployed murderer, and highlighting the fact they hated her. Which even up to now even Willow and I had slight doubts to it, and even more ever since Willow started to feel(1) things.

After we finished breakfast, Willow and I quickly cleared the table while Dudley was opening his present's, and Aunt Petunia was on the phone calling Ms. Figg`s; an old woman who lives just down the street from us and she has to own about a million cats and takes the time to show us pictures of each one of them while she babysits us.

We were half-way finished when all of a sudden we heard a long groan from Aunt Petunia as she hung up the phone. "Bad news Vernon" she said as she sat down next to him. "Mrs. Figg can't take them because she broke her leg."

"Can't someone else take them?" Uncle Vernon asked.

"Who else is there?" she asked. "No one else likes them."

A sudden burst of hope shot through me as I heard that. We weren't going to have to spend the day with Mrs. Figg! Did this mean that we might actually get to stay at the house without the Dursleys being there?

"We could just stay here," Willow whispered, mustering all her courage to get her thoughts out. However, it came crashing down by they're answers.

"I don't think so," Aunt Petunia scoffed. "I'm not going to let you two ruin the house."

"We won't do anything wrong," I begged. "Please- "

"Not a chance," Uncle Vernon said.

"Vernon, I don't think we have any other choice," Aunt Petunia sighed. "We're just going to have to take them to the zoo with us."

Willow was gobsmacked, but through her blue eye, I could tell that she was thinking the same thing I was - We were going to get to go to the zoo! It was a bit unexpected, but at least we could go!

"No!" Dudley shouted out in protest. "They can't go!"

"We don't have any other options," Aunt Petunia repeated miserably.

The tears suddenly began to fall from our cousin's eyes as he screamed and carried on about how we were going to ruin everything, but that didn't work for once. No matter how much he screamed and cried, we were still going.

We finished putting the dishes away before we sat down next to each other before a rare smile started to form on Willow's pale face. When she caught my smile, her smile only widened a bit, but we both tried to hide our excitement before they could notice that we were happy about this decision.

"They're going to ruin everything!" Dudley cried.

"No they won't Dudley, I'll make sure of it!" Aunt Petunia said over his loud cries. "Mummy will make sure that they don't destroy everything.

Just as she finished saying that there was a knock on the door that told me that Dudley's friend had finally arrived. When Aunt Petunia rushed off to answer the door, Dudley stopped crying immediately and shot both of us the meanest look that he could before running towards the door. Uncle Vernon's also gave us the same look which made Willow go behind me before he pointed one of his large, sausage-like fingers at us.

"You two are not to start any funny business," he said through his teeth. "Especially you Willow! Is that understood?"

"Yes, sir," we both said at once.

"And if you do," he continued. "I will keep you in your room's for a week."

"Yes, sir," we repeated.

When the kitchen door opened again, all focus went off of us and over to Aunt Petunia and the boy that's following her. I frowned when I saw who it was that was crossing into the room. It was Piers, one of the people I wished never to see the most. During school last year, Piers had always made it a point to ruin Willow's day on a regular basis. His favorite thing to do was make fun of the way that she dressed and the way that she looked in general. It was a usual thing of his to point out how ugly he thought she was, before going to me and ripping my glasses off my face, resulting Willow to try her best, despite her insecurity to get it back. Forcing her to do him favors such as doing his schoolwork if she didn't want my only pair of glasses to get broken... Which he eventually did later, but Willow blamed herself for days after fixing it with tape.

At first, he did that everyday, but after the teacher caught him red-handed, he stopped. However, it soon changed to a new way: make fun of the ugly, bandaged girl and her freak of a brother that no one liked.

"Please tell me that they aren't coming," Piers scoffed before he gave Willow a glare that made her shrink back behind me, terrified.

"They have to," Dudley said in disgust. "No one else wants them around all day."

Piers and Dudley laughed at their taunts, but I kept quiet. I couldn't let his comments ruin our day and possibly jeopardize our chances of going to the zoo - after all, it wasn't often that we were given the opportunity to have a good day. And maybe it will give me some time to talk with Willow.

"Let's go," Uncle Vernon said shortly as he struggled to get his enormous body out of his chair. "Everyone out to the car."

Piers and Dudley ran out of the front door while Aunt Petunia rushed over to the counter in the kitchen where her purse sat. She gave us a look on her way back that made me stand up, grabbed Willow's hand, and ran out to join Dudley and his friend in the back seats of the car. I managed to make Piers be at least a seat away from Willow as we were pushed into the very back seat because Dudley insisted that he sit closer to the door so he could get out before us.

As the car started to pull away from the driveway, I noticed Willow go tense before quickly lowering her head. I sighed, knowing something must be bothering her again. I took her left hand with my right and just held it, knowing this usually helps her calm down, or relax. As I saw her slowly relax, I leaned back into the seat, waiting to arrive at the zoo.

Willow's P.O.V:

As we drove over the highways toward the zoo, I stared out the window as Uncle Vernon began his usual speech to his wife about how idiotic the new employees at his office were. This, in Dudley's opinion, seemed to be a perfect opportunity to turn around and look at us both. I moved far away as possible as Piers joined in after a moment and they just looked at us without saying a word.

"What?" Harry asked, with barely restrained anger hidden under his voice.

"Why do you have those scars?" Piers asked.

"Harry got them in a car crash, and mine in an... attempt" I barely whispered. "What does it matter to you anyway?"

"Because they make you look like freaks," Piers said. "Especially you, Ms. Ugly"

"They don't need those scars to look like freaks," Dudley laughed.

"Would you just turn around?" Harry asked angrily, before I froze when I felt Harry's Aura turn ghastly cold. "We weren't bothering you, and Willow is NOT ugly!"

"Just you being here bothers me, four-eyes," Piers said.

"Well, it is appropriate for us to take them to the zoo, isn't it?" Dudley said with a smirk.

"What do you mean?" Piers asked with a confused expression.

"We're going to the zoo," Dudley said. "They'll feel right at home with the other animals."

"Shut up!" Harry yelled, his control nearly snapping.

"Don't you talk to them like that, Potter!" Uncle Vernon said. "And turn around boys - we're nearly there."

Dudley and Piers laughed and turned back so they were sitting right in their seats and began talking about a television show that they watched the other day. Harry looked at me sadly as I looked down. He gave a sigh before shifting over to me and wrapping a comforting arm around me.

"Your not ugly, nor a freak Willow," I heard him whisper in attempt to comfort me like he did many times in the past. "your my sister, and a pretty one at that."

The rest of the trip proceeded with silence (for us anyway), before we found ourselves parked at the entrance to the zoo. As soon as we came to a stop, Dudley and Piers threw their seat belts off and pushed the door open so they could run, or waddle (in Dudley's case) toward the line. Harry and I moved quickly after them, but Aunt Petunia grabbed the back of my dress and pulled me back.

"There's no need to run," she said with a stern look, before adjusting my wig " And don't make it come off, understood?"

"Yes mame."

When Harry saw that I had been held back, he slowed down his pace and waited for our aunt and uncle to get ahead of us. Once they did, he gave me a small smile as I also returned him with a weak smile.

After Uncle Vernon paid for our tickets, I felt Harry's aura turned warmer than it usually was as I saw excitement glitter in his eyes. All around us, as far as the eye could see, were animals of all sorts that I had only ever seen before in books from school. As much as I looked forward to it, I just can't seem to be excited after what happened in the car, what Piers and Dudley said, and how Harry's aura turned a bit cold inside the car.

I snapped myself out of my thoughts when I heard laughter ring besides me, turning my head to the right, I saw a little girl sitting on her father's shoulders, laughing and pointing at the elephants that was nearby. I felt a pang of jealousy swell in my heart before I remembered the nightmare I had earlier that morning. I cracked up a small smile, before I felt Harry grab my hand and led me to follow our Aunt and Uncle to the Reptile house.

On our way there, Pier's and Dudley kept on chattering away in front of as we followed last from behind. I didn't even realize that I was lost in my thoughts before Harry shook me out of my thoughts.

"Nightmare?" he asked with a worried look

"...Yeah..."

"Want to talk about it?"

"...No..." I whispered and the conversation ended at that.

===Reptile Room:===

Harry's P.O.V:

Dudley was poking a glass cage hard with his pudgy fingers while the others stood around him looking into the cage to see what would happen. When Willow and I stepped over to see what was inside of the glass, the others walked away.

"This is boring," Dudley complained.

Once they waddled away to go look at some turtles, we stepped closer and saw the large Boa Constrictor that was laying inside. Seeing the size of the snake made me wonder why they had chosen such a small cage for something that looked so big. No wonder it looked so sad in there.

"Don't listen to Dudley," Willow spoke to the snake in a voice just above a whisper. "We think that this place is very interesting. He's just angry that you won't listen to him."

Much to our surprise... Well, maybe more to Willow's surprise, the snake moved closer to where we were standing and it began to look from one of us to the other. Maybe it knew that we weren't as mean as Dudley, or maybe it was just curious

"Do you think he can hear us?" I asked Willow.

"More like can 'it actually understand what I'm saying'?"

I nodded as the Boa Constrictor was now at our eye level. Now that it was stretched out, I could see just how massive the snake really was. Willow's dull eyes then shined with wonder as she saw it. Looking clearly impressed, and amazed.

"I can't imagine how Dudley could have thought that this amazing creäture was so boring" I heard her whisper in a voice so low I almost missed it.

"Thank you very much young lady" hissed the snake, which caused both me and Willow to almost fall over. Either it was just our mind playing tricks, or we just actually heard the snake talk.

"I don't believe it, Harry am I dreaming?" Willow asked before she pinched her hand. "Ow! Guess not."

"If you aren't Willow, then I probably am not well."

"Willow and Harry huh? Those are good names." The boa hissed, confirming we didn't make that up. "It's been a while since I'd find polite viewers, but people who can actually hear me through the glass, and understand me? That's new."

"So you get that a lot?" I asked the snake. "People bothering you?"

"Yes."

"It... It say's here your from Brazil." Willow said as she pointed at the small sign by the cage. "Was it... Nice there?"

"I wish I knew," The boa sighed as its head fell "I've been breed here, and I don't even know who my parents were."

Willow's face fell as she looked sadly at the snake. "I'm sorry to hear that, but if it makes you feel better, Harry and I have never seen our parents either."

The snake re-locked its eyes with us as it re-sat up. Just as it looked like it was going to ask us something, I felt a great push come from behind and I fell to the ground right on top of Willow, who hissed as I accidentally nudged her in the ribs

"Out of the way Ugly, and Freak!" Dudley said before he shouted. " Mom! Dad! Pier! Look at the snake! It's moving!"

A great fury went through me as I stared at Dudley. It isn't fair! Why did he always get his way? What gave him the right to just push us to the ground when he wanted? What gave him the right to always make fun of Willow and I?! Why should he get to look at it again when he thought that it was boring?!

Just seconds after Dudley pushed us that the most unbelievable thing happened right in front of us. One moment, Dudley had his face pressed up to the glass, looking in at the snake. The next moment, the glass vanished and he fell face first into the pit that the snake was laying.

"Dudley!" Aunt Petunia shouted. As she hurried over to get him, only to have the glass return back to where it was.

She was the only one that seemed to have noticed Dudley at that moment. The rest of the zoo turned and people began to scream as the Boa Constrictor that we had been 'talking' only moments ago slithered out of its cage and out into the open where everyone else was standing.

"The snake is out!" Piers shouted.

Everyone went into a panic and began to run, but Willow and I laid motionless on the ground where we had been pushed as the snake slithered right past us.

"Thanks." It hissed as it turned his head to face us "And one more thing, you're not ugly or a freak, your both kind humans, I owe you one the next time we meet."

My jaw dropped and Willow looked at me as the snake slithered out of sight. Questions started forming in our heads: How in the world did we understand what the snake was saying? And What happened to the glass?!

As we finally got our senses together, I helped Willow up just as Uncle Vernon got Dudley out of the cage.

He gave us a murderous look before he shouted "Into the car! All of you - now!"

Notes:

(1): Willow can sence things, and emotions are in the sort-of feel stage. She can only tell what emotions it is when the emotion is strong. this just means that she thinks that they are lying, but she' s not even sure.

A/N:

I hope this is better than the last time!

-KamaUzu, the scythe of Whirlwinds

P.S:

What house should I sort Harry and Willow in? P.M me please!