Author Notes:

Next Chapter right up! I'm still wondering the pairings, but I have a pretty good idea what it'll be, but if you have any more ideas, I'm happy to hear them,

And Which house should I put Willow? The results so far are:

Slytherin: 1

Gryiffindor:0

Hufflepuff:0

Ravenclaw:0

-KamaUzu, the Scythe of Whirlwinds

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry potter

Chapter 2: The Letter

Willow's P.O.V:

I gulped as Uncle Vernon drove us back to Number 4 Privet Drive. The entire course was completely silent, but I could sense that Uncle Vernon was practically fuming on the spot and looked like he was about ready to explode from anger. I started to shiver, and this time, even holding Harry's hand wouldn't help.
When the car was put into park, everyone scrambled out of the car. Harry and I ran to the door, but we hardly made it though before we were being pulled backward by our clothing by Uncle Vernon. He allowed the rest of the company to go through to the living room while he pulled us to the side and glared at us for a moment. I went even paler than my skin, I gripped onto Harry's hand even tighter. We're dead... We're so dead...

"I know this was your fault," Uncle Vernon breathed out finally. "And don't think for a minute that you're just going to get away with this - "

"We didn't do anything, Uncle Vernon!" Harry said, before pulling me behind him. "We weren't even near the glass!"

"It doesn't matter!" Uncle Vernon shouted. "I know that you two were behind this! Now go to your cupboards - no meals for the week!"

"That isn't fair!" Harry shouted. "We didn't even do anything...! "

Before he could finish however, Uncle Vernon picked me up and threw me over his shoulder as he grabbed Harry's collar and threw him into the cupboard under the stairs before locking it. I heard him pound on the locked door as Uncle Vernon carried me, kicking and screaming, toward the linen closet to lock me into it.

"Let us out!" I shouted, "We didn't do it - we swear!" My cries were ignored by Uncle Vernon who went into the kitchen and slammed the door behind him so he couldn't hear another word we had to say. I continued to pound on my door as hot tears flowed down. What did we do to deserve this? Why?!

"Please! We Really didn't do this! Please!"

Harry's P.O.V

I pounded my cupboard door as I heard Willow's pleads to be let out. This sort of punishment wasn't unusual for Uncle Vernon to give us. When he said that we would be in the cupboards for a week, he meant every word of it (except for bathroom breaks). However, I was worried. Willow never, and I mean NEVER screamed like this before. Not when Dudley's gang almost caught her in their game of Freak Hunting, not when she cracked 3 ribs after someone pushed her down the stairs, and not even when Vernon slapped her straight across the face for say the word 'magic.' So what in the world caused her to be like this?!

I stopped pounding right after I heard Willow's screams fade away followed by a small 'thud.' I rested my forehead against the cupboard door as tears of my own started to flow. "Why were we left here? What did we do to deserve this?" I wondered before I slumped into my small bed, and fell asleep.

It was night-time by the time I woke up. When I heard snoring, I knew the Dursley`s went to sleep. Quickly, but as quietly as I could I managed to pick through the lock and open the door. I went straight to Willow's closet and found her awake, tear streaked, and dazed. I pushed her wig off, and lead her down to the kitchen, we got some food and drink. After we finished, she stared at me for about 5 minutes before she took a deep breath, as tears steadily streamed out her eyes again.

"H-Harry..." She whispered as she started into her glass of water... "I-I had that dream again... The flash... The screams... And... The fire..."

Flashback: Willow's P.O.V:

Everything around me was enveloped in darkness. I couldn't open my eyes, nor hear anything. The only thing I knew was that there was someone next to me holding onto my hand like I was their life. Although I couldn't actually see who it was, I knew that it was my brother Harry. I could sense it the sunshine-orange aura he always radiated, and the familiar grip of his hand, the same grip that told me that "Everything will be okay, I'll protect you with my life." And that I would be safe from anything as long as he was by my side.

However, I was suddenly picked up by someone with a Raven-blue aura, while Harry was picked up by a red one. I panicked, even through the auras felt similar. I didn't want to be separated from Harry, no matter what. I opened my mouth to try and speak, but the only thing that came out... Was a wail?

"Waaaaaahhhh!"

I must have frightened Harry as well, because the next thing I know, he was also crying at the top of his lungs! The figures holding the both of us panicked as the both of them tried desperately to stop our cries, but with no avail.

Then I was handed to a person with a silvery-white aura, she brushed my bangs away and sat down next to a yellow figure with Harry in her hands. They quietly linked our hands together, before singing a lullaby that - while blurred - was enough to stop my tears; Slowly, but surely I started to fall asleep, and before I knew it, my world fell into darkness.

I was later woken up when I felt myself being carried in someone's arms while a sudden explosion rang through my slightly clouded mind. I was slightly confused before I felt myself being lowered back onto what I think was a bed before I finally got my senses back to feel something that I wish that I have never felt.

Right in front of us -or rather in front of the white and yellow- was a hostile dark aura that... Let's just say it was so suffocating that I thought that I would have died many times if fear could actually kill someone.

As the dark aura approached, I could feel the tension slowly build up around the room as harsh, demanding blurred words rang through my ears, and despite the demand was blurred, it was enough to send fear through my bones.

Then, I heard another blurred shout as the tension in the room quickly changed from tense to pure hatred. I quickly grabbed Harry's hand as the owner of the dark aura screamed something else, and right after a flash of blinding green light appeared... The white and yellow figures fell to the ground as I felt them fade away into nothingness... While I've seen this kind of incident before a few times with animals... But when something like this happens right now... And to the figures... That only means that... They're dead.

The sound of insane laughter of the hostile aura surrounded me as I started to panic even more. I wanted to run. I wanted to grab Harry. Leave this place, and get away from the hostile aura, but no matter how much I tried, I couldn't move!

"CRASH!"

The sudden sound of glass shattering was my only warning before the same flash of green was sent at me and Harry. Blinding pain shot throughout my body like fire burning me away as I heard the screams of Harry, me and the figure.

After what felt like eternity, the horrible screams finally died down as the dark figure disappeared like the white and yellow ones. Despite the slight pain that still lingered through my body, I couldn't shake the feeling that he wasn't dead... No... I know that he isn't dead. I don't know why, but that's the truth.

I couldn't think any more right after that through, because right after the figure disappeared someone else seemed to burst into the room. I couldn't tell how many were there due to the still on-going pounding pain that's eating away my head at the current moment, but what happened next made my current pain seem like a joke.

Fire -or something similar to it- stared to burn at the right side of my face and eye which sent so much pain that I was surprised that I didn't lose conscious right there. However...

WHAT ON EARTH IS GOING ON?!

Why is this happening?! Why is there so much pain?! So much death! What's going on?!

Those thoughts ran through my mind before I finally lost it... And I screamed.

Flashback End:

Harry's P.O.V:

"It... The figures felt so familiar... The raven-blue... The white one... Felt a lot like mine" She whispered as she hugged the coach pillow " The red one... And The yellow one... they all felt warm... Just like yours... And then... The white and yellow... they died... It didn't look like it was on the streets... When the laughter started... And the green light...*shudders* Flashed..."

Willow started to shake again right after she finished, clearly terrified, and confused. I took one of her hands and pulled her into a hug. "It's okay now Willow, it won't get us here now." I didn't really sound convinced, who were the figures she talked about? How did they know that lullaby? "No more worries now except for the Dursley's..."

Willow rested her forehead over my shoulder before she whispered "I wish we could one day leave this house."

"Me too Willow, Me too..."

Time skip: A Week Later...

No Ones P.O.V:

After the snake incident finally ended, both were worn out and cramped for being in the small space for so long. Willow and Harry made a mental agreement to temporarily not make their uncle mad. After a whole week, they certainly didn't want to be punished the same way for a while.

By the time they were let out, it was the almost July, and Dudley had already broken his new camcorder, crashed hid remote control airplane, and the first time out on his racing bike knocked down poor old Miss Figg as she was crossing Privet Drive on her crutches. The twins, despite their sort-of un-friendly relationship with her, was actually quite relieved when they saw that she was okay when they met her again on one of their walks.

However, there was no way to escape Dudley gang, who came over almost every day. Piers, Dennis, Malcolm and Gordon were all big and stupid, but since Dudley was the biggest and stupidest of the lot, he was the leader. They were all quite happy in joining in Dudley's favorite game: Freak Hunting. Which really offended Harry, while making Willow feel down in the bumps.

Due to that, the twins spent most of their time out of the house, spending most of their time taking long walks, or going to the library where Willow drew, and wrote everything that her Uncle forbade, while Harry read every single book he found interesting.
During one of their trips, Willow mentioned that she wished school will start soon if Dudley was to this almost everyday. Harry didn't really agree to it since they were going to Stonewall private school.

"We're going to be separated into dorms, and I really doubt we can see each other" Harry grumbled as he flipped another page from his book.
"On the bright side, at least Dudley and Piers wouldn't go to Stonewall." Willow answered back, rubbing her bandaged face.

"I guess…" Harry stated sounding unconvinced

"However, I agree with you as a fact that with a name like Stonewall, you can't expect much from it.."

"Yeah..." Harry stated as he closed the book and placed it back on the shelf before the two of them walked home. Just as they returned, Dudley was by the stairs, giving them a nasty smirk.

"They stuff people's head down toilets on their first day at Stonewall," Dudley told them. "Want to come upstairs and practice?"

"No, thanks, the toilet has never had something as horrible as your head down it," Harry said. "It might get sick." Before he grabbed Willow by her hand and dragged her to the kitchen before the gears in Dudley brain could work out what he had said.

Time-skip: Some time in July

Harry's P.O.V:

Mrs. Figg's babysat us again when Aunt Petunia dragged Dudley off to London to buy the Smeltings uniform. Surprisingly she had broken her leg again by colliding with one of her cats, which made her much less keen on them than she had been before. Willow munched happily on a slice of very stale, but very good (I wonder how she thinks it good) chocolate cake, while I fiddled with the television, looking for an interesting channel.

That evening, Dudley paraded around the living room in his brand-new uniform. Much to our amusement. The Smelting boys uniform was ridiculous in our opinion. It consisted of a maroon tail coat, orange knickerbockers, and flat straw hats called boaters. They also carried knobbly sticks, used for hitting each other while the teachers weren't looking. This was supposed to be good training for later life.
As we looked at Dudley in his new knickerbockers, trying not to laugh. Uncle Vernon said it was the proudest moment of his life. Aunt Petunia burst into tears and said she couldn't believe it was her Ickle Dudleykins, he looked so handsome and grown-up. We didn't really agree to that, and it only fuelled our desire to laugh so much, we thought our ribs will crack in half just from it. So we just excused ourselves, and disappeared into our respective rooms.

The next morning a horrible smell greeted us when he walked into the kitchen. Aunt Petunia had a large pot in a sink and Willow, being curious, looked down in it.

"What's this?" she asked.

Aunt Petunia appeared from behind her out of no where when Willow asked that question.

"Your new school uniforms," she said"

"Oh I didn't realize that it had to be so wet," I said.

"Don't look stupid," she snapped. "I'm dying some of Dudley's old things grey. "It will look just like everyone else's when I'm finished."

I highly doubted that through. I imagined coming into my first day of Stonewall looking like he was wearing bits of elephant carcass or something. Taking a look at Willow, I could tell she was thinking the same way.

Dudley and Uncle Vernon came in, wrinkling their noses at the smell coming from the new uniform's. Uncle Vernon sat down with his paper and Dudley sat down, banging his Smelting Stick which he carried everywhere. There was a sound of the post arriving and then letters fell onto the floor.

"Get the mail, Dudley?" Uncle Vernon said.

"Make Willow get it," Dudley said.

"Get the mail, Willow," Uncle Vernon said.

"Please make Dudley get it," Willow said.

"Poke her with your Smelting stick, Dudley," Uncle Vernon said.

Before Willow could even react, Dudley slammed the stick straight into her stomach, making bile come up to her mouth before she fell to her knees, hacking. I quickly ran up to help Willow get up. Rage flowed threw me before suddenly a snake appeared out under the table and wrapped itself around Dudley without the intention to kill. The Dudley's screamed and tried to get the snake off, along with Vernon and Petunia. While they did that, we both took off to fetch the post. Knowing we'd get in trouble again.

"How did it get here?" Willow groaned as the screams continued echoing down the hall. "And what are we going to do? They're going to lock us up forever now... "

"I'm not too sure." I answered before I gently seated herself on the steps of the stairs, before getting the mail and sitting down next to her to inspect them.

There was wasn't much in the mail today: a postcard from Aunt Marge, who was taking a vacation on the Isle of Wight, a brown envelope that looked like a bill, a magazine, and... A letter?...For me and Willow?

"What's... *Ouch*... Wrong?" Willow asked me as she leaned over my hands, while still clenching her stomach in pain.

"I-it's for you," I stammered before handing her letter to her.

"What?" she asked as she ripped it from my hand

"There's one for me as well," I held up the letter before I stared in astonishment at the envelope that I held in my hand. It was made of thick, heavy yellowish parchment, and the address was written in emerald-green ink. There was no stamp. I turned the letter over and saw a purple wax seal bearing a coat of arms; a lion, an eagle, a badger and a snake surrounded by a large letter H. On the front of mine, written in green, was very neat handwriting that read:

Mr. H. Potter

The Cupboard under the Stairs
4 Privet Drive
Little Whinging
Surrey

The only difference between my letter and Willow's appeared to be the name and the place (her's read the old bed sheet closet). Both of us, stunned in complete disbelief, just stared at the envelope for a moment.

"This... Is interesting..." Willow gasped out as she looked at the letter once more "But how did...?"

"NOVA! POTTER!" Uncle Vernon shouted from the kitchen making us flinch. I quickly handed my letter to Willow, telling her to keep an eye on it before I started to go to the kitchen, but just as I was going to, Dudley came out of nowhere before slamming his stick into Willow's stomach AGAIN and took both the mail and our letters from her while she fell to the floor clenching her stomach.

"G... G...Give it...B-Back. " I heard her whimper as Dudley took our letter to Uncle Vernon, I ran after him just after I assured Willow I'll try to get it back. There were too many questions that needed to be answered, and now! Where could those letters be coming from? No one ever wrote to us! And how could they possibly have known where we slept at night? Only one way to know... And it's in that letter!

I quickly grabbed the other letters and followed Dudley, trying at least to snatch one back, but too late, Uncle Vernon plucked it out of his hands just as I almost got it.

"What's this?" Uncle Vernon demanded when he took the envelope.

"That's my letter along with Willow's!" I yelled at him trying to get it back but failing when he held me by my collar.

"Your letter?" he sneered before throwing me onto the floor, and opened Willow's letter. He pulled it out with one hand and glanced at it. His face went into a series of colours before it turned a porridge-grey colour.

"P-P-Petunia!" he gasped.

"What is it, dear?" Aunt Petunia asked as she walked over with a cup of tea in hand.

"Look!"

"What are...Vernon! Oh my goodness – Vernon!" Aunt Petunia gasped as she dropped her tea and stared at the letter. They stared at each other, before Dudley tried to grab the letter to read it, but Uncle Vernon held it high out of his reach.

"Dudley, step away!" Uncle Vernon shouted, which shocked me. He has never yelled at him before, but what did he read that made him this tense?

Dudley huffed, but stomped over to his chair and mumbled about how unfair it was. I just wanted to kill him here and now, he thinks he could hit Willow in the stomach twice and get to read what was ours without us even knowing what it was ourselves?!

"How did they find us?" Uncle Vernon whispered, but I caught it anyway.

"Who?" I asked at once.

Both of them looked at the me and Dudley, looking like they forgot that we were even in the room. Moving faster than I had ever seen him move, Uncle Vernon jumped out of his chair and pointed toward the door.

"Get out, both of you," croaked Uncle Vernon, stuffing the letter back inside its envelope.

"NOT WITHOUT OUR LETTERS!" I shouted. "I WANT OUR LETTERS!"

"Out!" roared Uncle Vernon, and he took both me and Dudley by the scruff of our necks and threw us out of the kitchen, before slamming the door closed. I landed next to Willow, who was breathing deeply through her nose, but stopped just to give me a confused look before sighing once she realized what had happened.

"What are they about?" Dudley demanded once he had sat up.

"How should I know?" I asked him. "You took them from us before Willow and I could look at them!"

The two of us argued for a moment before I noticed Willow silently crawled over to the door and started listening in to the conversation that our aunt and uncle having. Dudley and I seemed to have the same idea as we both wrestled to get to the best spot. Of course, being as he was at least three times our size, he shoved me away, and kicked away Willow by the stomach AGAIN! As Willow flew and landed a few feet from me, she curled up into a ball once more and panted in extreme pain. I quickly tried to ease her pain before he rasped out that I try to listen to what Aunt and Uncle were saying before she literally fainted from the pain. I quickly removed one of my sheets from the cupboard to cover her before I held my glasses, and I tried to hear from under the door.

"Vernon," I heard Aunt Petunia say in a quivering voice, "look at the address – how could they possibly know where they sleep? You don't think they're watching the house?"

"Watching – spying – might be following us," muttered Uncle Vernon wildly. "However, how did this happen? I thought you said that we could get it out of them,"

"Get what out? " I wondered before I continued hearing.

"We did everything we could, Vernon," Aunt Petunia said hopelessly. "We should have known that this would happen eventually - just look who their parents were, especially Willow's parents. That Snape boy and that FREAK."

"Snape? I thought Willow's last name was Nova!"

"We should have never let them into this house," Uncle Vernon grunted. "Just imagine what they could have done to Dudley."

"It's too late now," his wife sighed. "No one will take them... But what are we going to do now?"

I could hear Uncle Vernon's shiny black shoes pacing up and down the kitchen.

"No," he said finally. "No, there is no way that we are sending them to that place, they won't get a dime out of us to get this nonsense into their heads. We'll ignore it. If they don't get an answer... Yes, that's best... we won't do anything..."

"So we just ignore them?" Aunt Petunia asked. "Vernon, I know these kinds of people, they may never stop."

"They can't bother us forever, We just won't respond." he said. "We will put an end to this Petunia. They cannot force us to do anything that we don't want to."

"But..."

"I'm not having one, let alone two, in the house, Petunia! Didn't we swear when we took them in we'd stamp out that dangerous nonsense? Especially that Willow!We are not letting her have that freakish ability her parents did!"

"Ability? Could he be talking about Willow's ability to sense people's aura? No... Willow never told anybody about it except for me... So what...?"

My thoughts were interrupted when I heard footsteps, I quickly went over to Willow and barely woke her up before I half-carried her as far away as we could from the door. Dudley didn't make hear it as fast as I did and didn't make away far. As Willow fell asleep on the couch with me sitting in a chair nearby, I had found quite amusing as i heard Uncle Vernon scold Dudley while we were in the sitting room acting like we hadn't heard a thing.

==Time skip==

I didn't know how long we stayed in the living room, without being disturbed as I looked over Willow. By the time Willow recovered enough to sit up, it was already night-time, but she still felt pain in the stomach and she couldn't stomach down the anything I tried to give her. I felt rage surge threw me, if only I could find some way to avenge Willow!

My thoughts however was interrupted when Uncle Vernon visited us in the living room. He walked up to us seeming more twitchy than I had ever seen him before, and although he was trying to keep a calm look on his face, he looked like he was struggling to not have a raging fit.

"Where's our... letters?" asked Willow quietly as Uncle Vernon stood only a few feet away. "Who's writing to us?"

"No one. It was addressed to you by mistake," said Uncle Vernon shortly. "I have burned it."

"It was not a mistake," I said angrily, "it had my cupboard and Willow's closet on it!"
"SILENCE!" yelled Uncle Vernon, he took a few deep breaths and then forced his face into a smile, which looked quite painful.

"Well then - children – about your rooms. Your Aunt and I have been thinking... you're really getting a bit big for it... we think it might be nice if you two moved into Dudley's second bedroom."

Willow's eyes flickered over to mine in surprise as we started at Uncle Vernon. While what he said was true, I hardly doubted that this was something that he had just realized. We had been squeezing into closets to sleep since the night that we arrived on their doorstep and we hardly thought that he had just come to discover that this was unnecessary.

"I think that ought to do. Now get to it, there isn't a moment to waste." He continued, "Now hurry up before I change my mind."

Deciding not to argue, I motioned to Willow to start moving. It took us only one trip, before everything we owned was moved up to Dudley's second bedroom, also known as his 'Toy Room' where Dudley kept all the toys and things that wouldn't fit into his first bedroom. However after looking inside I'd say this is better called a "Trash Room."

Nearly everything in here was broken. The month-old video camera was lying on top of a small, working tank Dudley had once driven over the next door neighbour's dog; in the corner was Dudley's first-ever television set, which he'd put his foot through when his favourite program had been cancelled; there was a large birdcage, which had once held a parrot that Dudley had swapped at school for a real air rifle, which was up on a shelf with the end all bent because Dudley had sat on it. The only things that seemed okay was the shelves were full of books. They were the only things in the room that looked as though they'd never been touched... But at least Willow looked happy about it.

"This isn't fair! I don't want them in there... I need that room... make them get out..." I heard Dudley brawling at his mother from downstairs.

"I'm sorry, Dudley-dear," Aunt Petunia sighed. "But they need to be in that room. They're much too big to be in those closets."

I sighed as I sat down on the bed while Willow sat near the window looking into the backyard with a book in hand and a confused look. Sighing, I remembered I still have yet to tell her what I heard.

"I've always wished to be in a proper bedroom, but this isn't how I wanted it to be." she whispered "it's because of the letters... Right?"

I looked at her with shock before I answered with a "Yeah... But if you knew that, then why...?"

"I confused because I'm wondering what was on that letter that made them so scared. I could literally feel it radiating off their auras." She said before she removed her bandages and wig, looking at me with her mismatched eyes. "How do you think they knew where we slept anyway? Do you think that it's someone that we know?"

"I don't know," I murmured. "However, I think it had something to do with our parents... Speaking of which, I also heard something interesting..."

"Interesting?" She asked before taking the other seat on the bed "Can you please tell me?"

I sighed before I quickly revealed all the thing's I heard from the door, how Aunt and Uncle were trying to get something out of us, how they were preventing Willow from using some ability I'm sure it was not her sensor, and finally, about this mysterious "Snape" person. Who I believe was Willow's Father.

By the time I finished, Willow was staring at me gob-smacked. After a full... 5 minutes passed, she took a deep breath before collapsing on the bed and buried her face into a pillow which she grabbed from the bed.

"Snape? My father was a 'Snape?' Then why am I called Willow Nova, and not Snape? Why...? Are they actually... Lying about my parents?" was all I heard her utter out through the pillow as she just continued muttering "Why?"

"I don't know Willow..." I whispered before I tried to pry the pillow away. " I don't know... I... I... just wish that we would have read those letters when we got the chance."

"I wished I could have hid it better..." she muttered

"It wasn't your fault."

"Whatever you say Harry, Whatever you say..."