I know I'm only just about to turn eleven, but I'd really had enough of living with the Dursleys'

I had enough of my aunt and uncles abuse. I had enough of hearing how disappointing we were. I had enough of my cousin pinching my cheek at school or kicking my leg under the table at dinner, or pulling my hair to wake me up. Hand-me-downs, chores, favoritism, no meals. But above all that, I had enough of my brother Harry facing the same awful treatment. I was sick of it.

" Up, girl!" My aunt Petunia hissed. 'Girl' in this household became synonymous with Magnolia Potter, my name. I sat up straight at once, having been awake already, and narrowly avoiding hitting my head against the lightbulb hanging over me as I slept. At the same time, my uncle Vernon was waking my brother.

" Coffee, boy!" He shouted, voice booming, and somehow, not yet awakening his own son, who had not one, but two rooms of his very own upstairs. It was unfair.

The boy was Harry Potter, my twin brother, and he woke up as quickly as I did, ready to get this Tuesday over with. Somehow, it was better when school was still in session - At least we spent the majority of the week somewhere else. We bumped our hands against each other softly as we followed the older couple into the kitchen. It was nice to not be alone in our suffering, I suppose. It's the little things.

Something bizarre about us twins was, as our hands touched, their scarring connected perfectly. From our fingers, up our arms, our necks and into our scalp, finally ending in a lightning shape above our brow, rested proudly against our foreheads - We weren't born with that. We'd had that scarring since before we could remember - When our parents died, they had been in an accident, us twins in the backseat. Besides our scarring, my hair was kept as straight as it was ginger (never to be cut except in trims, only to be cut by my aunt Petunia) and Harry's jet black and messy, never to behave no matter how one combed it. He wore round glasses as well. I've tried them on. He had terrible eyesight.

" You, take over the bacon," Aunt Petunia told Harry, practically pushing him towards the stove. " Girl, sit." I wasn't sure how Harry was meant to do such a thing at the same time as his uncle's morning coffee, so I prepared the beans in the maker for him, ignoring my aunt entirely.

" What are you doing, girl?" Aunt Petunia asked once I had brought the coffee to my uncle, face fully immersed in his newspaper. " I thought I told you - " The bacon arrived, and she pursed her lips. It was unfair, the treatment Harry got over me. We've both noticed a sort of favoritism in the household. Although our relatives certainly despised us both, I noticed a certain gentleness from my aunt towards me that simply didn't extend to Harry. It didn't make me hate her any less, though - Not only was the care minimal, but if it didn't extend to my brother, I didn't want it.

Their son, Dudley, woke up of his own accord, and then trampled down the steps to be greeted by a table covered mostly in presents. How could I ever forget it was the boys birthday? It was only the most important day of the year. Hem hem. Sarcasm.

" There's my little Dudleykins," Aunt Petunia crooned, lovingly kissing her son on the cheek several times. Dudley was busy counting the presents. I rolled my eyes and met my brothers gaze. We were lucky if we got anything for our birthday

Just after the toaster oven dinged and Harry and I stood up to prepare some toast, Dudley practically growled at a realization.

" Thirty seven? That's two less than last year!" He shouted indignantly.

" That's my boy, always wanting more out of life than he gets," Uncle Vernon said proudly, hidden behind a newspaper.

" How about we get you two more presents at the zoo, darling?" Aunt Petunia asked lovingly, not seeing a single fault in her son. " Would that be alright?"

" I suppose that would be okay..." Dudley sighed, and I caught him smiling as I sat down with Harry to contemplate our toast.

This was our life, watching as Dudley got his fair share (and then some!) as we get kicked under the table.

Literally.

" Ouch!" Harry shouted, and shot back in his chair, lifting his legs up against his chest.

" Sit properly, Potter!" Uncle Vernon shouted.

" But Dudley - " I started.

" Silence!" Uncle Vernon finished. We sat there uncomfortably, looking away from Dudley's proud grin.

I was sure that boy would be a criminal. Harry and I debated what kind often.

" Bad news, Vernon," Aunt Petunia sighed as she rested the landline back in place. " Mrs. Figg can't take them, she's broken her leg." I couldn't help but perk up, and looked over at my uncle for his response.

" Can't we find someone else?" Asked Uncle Vernon, huffing, finally resting his reading eyes to look at his wife.

" Who else is there? Nobody wants these two in their house," Aunt Petunia said.

Harry and I looked at eachother with excited eyes. Maybe we would be able to stay at home, unsupervised!

" You could always leave us here," Harry suggested.

" And have you blow up the house?" Uncle Vernon argued. " No."

" We'll just have to take them with us," aunt Petuni sighed.

" What? No!" Dudley cried. " They'll ruin everything!" As he began to cry, Harry and I began to eat with joy. No matter what our cousin cried, there would be no changing their minds. I felt bad this joy came at the expense of Mrs. Figg, but her house was dreary and smelled of cat. The zoo seemed much more exciting.

And at the car, uncle Vernon pulled us aside.

" I want no funny business, you got that?" He chastised us prematurely. " If you so much as step a toe out of line, there'll be no food for a week for you two."

" We won't do anything," I said. Harry nodded in agreement. It was usually up to me to talk to our aunt and uncle - Harry's sharp wit had upset them too many times the count. He was so cool in that regard, but I didn't want him to go without supper, so we agreed he should keep his thoughts for when they weren't around.

It was a shame. He's really funny.

And to the zoo we went.

Dudley's friend Piers joined us, and he had his eyes narrowed at the pair of us from the seats ahead. I was getting tired of it, so I looked out the window.

" What?" Harry asked.

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

" We got them in a car crash," he said.

" They make you look like freaks," Piers continued. i had a feeling he would have said this regardless of the answer we gave him.

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

" Well, it's appropriate we're taking them to the zoo," Piers said, with a mirroring smirk. " They'll fit right in with the wild animals."

" Shut it," I spoke, sharply, glaring.

" Don't speak that way, girl!" Aunt Petunia screeched. I held back a scoff and decided to go back to watching the world pass by as we drove.

" Turn around boys, we're here," Uncle Vernon said.

I worked up once again.

This was going to be an amazing day.

Thank you for reading! :D -Ro