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Half an hour later, hardly believing my luck, I was sitting in the trunk of the car, on our way to the zoo, along with our idiotic cousin and Piers, Dudley's best friend with a rat's face. I didn't care, though. I knew that this was gonna be the best day of my life!

Harry and I were crammed into the very back of the new car, with Dudley and Piers packed together in the row ahead of us to not sit next to the freaky Potters. Up front, Aunt Petunia listened intently as Uncle Vernon cussed about the traffic jam ahead of us, work, Harry and I, the bank, Harry and I, the Prime Minister, and just about everything with Harry and I thrown into the mix.

"Darn motorbikes. They take up an entire lane of the road! Fools!" Uncle Vernon growled as we sat slowly in the Sunday traffic.

"Dad, does that mean if I ask for a motorbike for Christmas it will make me a fool?" Dudley inquired from behind him.

"Of course, but you're already a fool, Dudley, I wouldn't get your hopes up," Harry whispered to me. I fought hard to keep a straight face. Thankfully, the Dursleys did not hear a word my brother said.

"No, my son, you would be the best motorbiker in all of England!" Uncle Vernon smiled in the rear mirror."

"Okay, Dad."

Unexpectedly, Harry joined in the conversation as we started moving again.

"I had a dream about a motorbike last night, it was cool. I could fly it."

Uncle Vernon almost crashed into the car in front of us. He snapped his face towards us.

"MOTORBIKES DON'T FLY!" he shouted as Dudley and Piers snickered.

"I know that. It was just a dream of course," Harry muttered and he fell quiet again as Uncle Vernon began driving. I felt anger boil under my skin towards my uncle. Our aunt and uncle never liked it when Harry and I discussed supernatural things, even stuff in cartoons or books – as if we'd get some mad ideas.

I gave my brother a reassuring look, and we spent the rest of the car ride in silence.

Ten minutes later, we pulled into the lot of the zoo. Uncle Vernon parked in a spot halfway toward the entrance. Dudley and Piers ran out excitedly, slamming the door before Harry and I got the chance to move in front of the car. Uncle Vernon followed close to the boys.

Harry ran off to catch up with them, leaving me behind with Aunt Petunia, resisting the urge to break out into a full-sprint run, as she would've had a fit if I hadn't acted "ladylike" or whatever other ridiculous rules she had laid out for me to act. I didn't want to ruin my day, so I walked slowly behind her.

"Keep up, girl," she snapped. "We haven't got all day."

"Yes, Aunt Petunia," I said in a monotone.

"For God's sake, Haley Potter, for the millionth time, I told you to not put your hair into one of those ridiculous plaits and to brush your hair. You are not a child anymore, stop acting like one," she added, taking sight of the slobby auburn braid that fell over my shoulder once we had left the car. "Come back over here."

She led me back to the car and opened the backseat.

"Get in, now."

Nervously, I carefully slid into the row. Aunt Petunia slid next to me, shutting the car door behind us.

"Turn around."

I turned my back to her, and I heard her rummage through her purse for an object. I suddenly realised what she was about to do. I scrunched up my face and fought back the hot tears beginning to form in my eyes, expecting her to take a pair of scissors and chop off my hair, the one thing of myself that I adored other than my disgraced scar.

After what seemed like forever, Aunt Petunia began to undo the long plait. She had taken out a comb from her purse and began to roughly run it through the tangles of my thick hair.

"Your hair is worse than your brother's…" she commented under her breath.

I kept silent. Minutes passed by. The anxiety of the moment she would finally shear off my hair was becoming too overwhelming to bear any longer. The repeating pain of my hair being tugged as the comb was yanked through my knots gave me a headache. The tears were beginning to fall on my cheeks, and I hastily wiped them away before she noticed.

"All right, that's all I can do for now, but when we get home, you're getting a haircut," she snapped once she finished and tucked the comb back into her bag. My hair was now a frizzy mess. "And keep your bangs over the horrid scar, I don't want to see it today."

I nodded as we exited the car and walked to the entrance of the zoo where the boys were standing in line for tickets.

"I'm sorry I left. What happened, are you okay?" Harry asked quietly when no one was looking. "Your eyes are red."

"I'm fine."

As Uncle Vernon paid at the window for tickets, Piers took up the chance to notice my hair.

"Geez, Potter, you do look like a lion!" Piers sneered in remark to my wavy hair. "You belong in a zoo."

"Thanks. And did you ever notice that you look like a rat's face? How come you're not in a cage?" I sneered back. Piers scowled and turned a bright red in only what I could assume was anger.

We entered the zoo without further incident. Dudley and Piers took off hollering and running, whilst Harry stayed back with me this time with our aunt and uncle.

We first visited the zebras and then made our way over to the kangaroos, elephants, monkeys, and gorillas. I took note that, except for the hair colour, the gorillas looked a lot like Dudley.

A half-hour into our visit, Dudley had whined that he was hungry and demanded that Aunt Petunia ordered him ice cream.

When the sweet woman in the ice cream van asked what my brother and I would like before the Dursleys could stop her, they were forced to buy us two cheap lemon pops to not attract attention for denying sweets to children. Dudley and Piers received double-scoop chocolate cones, on the other hand.

It's not that bad, I thought when we walked away after paying. Quite frankly, I was thankful that I was allowed to have sweets, as it was a rare occasion for me to have some.

Finally, we stopped and visited the lions. Lions are my favourite animals, and their manes looked so much more vividly red in person than the ones I had seen on the wildlife channel at home and in the nature books I read as a child.

"Do you miss your mummy, Potters?" Dudley remarked rudely when we watched a mother lion bathe her cubs in the little water pond in the habitat.

"Well, guess what, she's dead," Piers laughed.

It took the remaining patience in me to not slap those devils.

After visiting the lions, we ordered lunch at the zoo's restaurant. Dudley had a fit when he claimed that his knickerbocker glory didn't have enough ice cream, so Harry and I were allowed to split the rest while Uncle Vernon ordered a second one.

By the time the afternoon had come, Harry and I were by far having the best morning of our lives….until we made our way into the Reptile House.

It was a dark, cold room lined with glass tanks and windows along the walls. Snakes, lizards, turtles, and reptiles that I didn't recall learning about in school filled the habitats. Dudley and Piers spent their time knocking obnoxiously on the glass to disturb the animals, while Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia watched happily behind them, though Aunt Petunia looked a bit disturbed at the sight of the large snakes.

"I'm bored, Dad. Make it move!" Dudley demanded when we looked at the large, sleeping boa constructor an hour later.

Uncle Vernon rapped on the glass with his beefy fingers.

"MAKE. HIM. MOVE."

"He's asleep!" Harry said in annoyance but fell silent when he saw Uncle Vernon's eyes flash.

"He's boring. Come on, Dud, let's go see if we can touch the lizards!" Piers exclaimed, and they skipped off, Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia moving along with them.

Harry and I were finally alone.

"Sorry about him, he doesn't understand what it's like lying there while people come and press their ugly faces in on you," Harry sighed to the snake.

"Um…Harry, snakes don't hear," I replied, trying not to laugh.

Harry shrugged.

"So, uh, you're from Brazil, aren't you? Was it nice there? Do you miss your home?" I asked the snake, playing along with Harry's act.

To our shock, the snake's head perked up and nodded.

Harry and I gasped.

"Can you–" Harry began, too shocked to finish.

"-hear us?" I finished for him.

The snake nodded again.

"Okay…Harry, this is weird. We should go before someone sees us talking to a snake." I grabbed his arm.

"We've never talked to a snake before. Do you talk to people often?" Harry continued, shaking himself free of my grip, despite the oddity of the situation.

The snake shook its head.

"Harry, we should go–"

"MRS. AND MR. DURSLEY, COME LOOK! YOU WON'T BELIEVE WHAT THIS SNAKE IS DOING!" we heard Piers shout.

"Oh no–" Harry groaned.

"MOVE IT, FREAKS!" Dudley shrieked, shoving Harry and me out of the way.

Harry fell backwards onto his back, and I landed face-down on the ground.

What happened next was a complete blur.

As I lay there, I heard the splash of something heavy landing into the water in the tank, brown water flying everywhere on the floor.

I looked up, and Harry was sitting up in complete horror. The glass covering the tank had vanished into thin air, and Dudley was now submerged in the habitat. The snake had slithered over the railing and was now slithering away on the floor.

"Brazil, here I come! Thanksss friendssss!" I swore I heard it say as it slithered away.

Harry sat up and helped me to my feet. We watched in horror as the boa constrictor slid past Piers, who had frozen in fear five feet away, and snapped playfully at his legs.

Piers let out a horrible, high-pitched scream and ran around in horror in the Reptile House.

"DUDLEY!" Aunt Petunia shrieked as she rushed over and heaved a soaked, sobbing Dudley out of the tank.

"POTTERS!" Uncle Vernon's loud voice boomed as he grabbed us both by the collar.

"SNAKE!" someone nearby screamed, and the other guests in the House ran out, screaming for their bloody lives.

"You are getting it when we get home, understand?" snarled Uncle Vernon.

Harry and I gulped…we had really screwed up this time.

After countless apologies from the zoo manager, endless tears from Aunt Petunia as she sobbed over her soaked Little D, and Piers insisting that Harry and I had told the snake to eat him whole, Uncle Vernon drove home in absolute silence during the long, tense car ride, purpler than a prune.

He wanted until Piers was safely out of the house when his mother arrived to take him home and Dudley was tucked into bed after being cleaned up before he spoke of the incident.

"WHAT HAPPENED?!" he screamed at us, grasping and pulling a chunk of our hair in his sausage hands, backing us into the edge of the staircase landing.

"We swear we don't know!" I cried.

"One minute the snake was in there and the next the glass vanished and he was gone. It was like magic!" shouted Harry.

He threw me over his shoulder, grabbed the cuff of my brother's collar once again, and dragged us down the hall.

"THERE'S. NO. SUCH. THING. AS. MAGIC," he growled, before slamming and locking the closet door in my face.

I listened, pained by the shouts of my brother as he tried to fight him off when he was locked into his cupboard by our uncle, and then Uncle Vernon tossing the keys into his pocket and leaving us alone.

I was once again locked away.

Hours later into the night, as I lay in my closet, I was looking up at the dark ceiling where the spiders were forming new webs. Stomach growling from the intense hunger, I had to wait until I was sure the Dursleys were fully asleep before Harry managed to pick the lock on his cupboard to come and free me. Then we would quietly creep to the kitchen and sneak food for the night. We had done it before, and never been caught, and we didn't intend on getting caught this time around.

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