The Potter twins ~ D.M

The truth is out in the open

*Y/n's Pov*

I was in the kitchen helping Aunt Petunia peel the potatoes when Uncle Vernon told me Harry and I would be taking Dudley's spare bedroom. 

Was I glad that I would no longer have Harry kick me in his sleep or wake up with his drool on me while he snored peacefully? Yes.

Was I pissed because I knew it was only because of whatever that letter said? Also Yes. 

I had given up on the whole letter thing but Harry hadn't yet. I honestly didn't care about it anymore, I know it was probably important and could make life easier for us but I couldn't be bothered to go through the effort of fighting for it.

_Third Person's Pov_

The next morning everyone was quiet at breakfast: Dudley was in shock he wasn't given his 2nd room back even after eighteen tantrums and three crying meltdowns, Harry was in deep thought with a scowl on his face probably over the stupid letters, Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon were looking darkly at each other, Y/n was eating her breakfast as she read the book she had laid on the table.

When the post arrived Uncle Vernon seemed to be trying to be nice to us and told Dudley to get it. Dudley had a hissy fit but Uncle Vernon put down his newspaper and glared at him, he got up to fetch the post.

"There's more Ms Y. Potter smallest bedroom 4 Privet Drive and Mr H. Potter smallest bedroom 4 Privet Drive", He shouted walking through the hall and into the kitchen.

Harry ran down the hall following Uncle Vernon, Y/n stayed sitting in her seat while Aunt Petunia went to check what all the noise and struggle was over, soon after Uncle Vernon came in red in the face and told her to go upstairs to my room so she did, finding the big red face her uncle had hilarious.

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It had been a few days and Harry and Uncle Vernon had been  battling over these letters. On Sunday Aunt Petunia let Y/n sleep in as she had given her no trouble over the letters but Harry had and was made to get up early.

Y/n was dreaming peacefully when she heard shouting and banging downstairs so she left bed and walked out into the landing and looked over the stair rails tiredly rubbing her eyes and was in shock when she saw Harry and Uncle Vernon physical fighting over the letter when Uncle Vernon shouted....

"That's it we're going away, just pack some clothes, no arguments!", he shouted.

Y/n raced upstairs at a loss for words and packed some clothes into her old duffel bag.

"What happened?", she asked Harry.

"He won't give me the letters", Harry angrily muttered as he shoved stuff in Y/n's bag.

They got into the car and started to drive. Y/n fell asleep as her older twin and Uncle's recent fighting had lost her a lot of sleep and Harry had been accidentally been ignoring her coming up with his schemes. 

Y/n normally was not someone to annoy as she had a terrible temper and was very cunning, and mischief was her middle name [well not literally but you know what I mean].

When Y/n woke up they were at a gloomy hotel on the outskirt of the city, Uncle Vernon just kept muttering 'they won't find us here'. 

She shared a musty room with Harry and Dudley and spent a while tossing and turning until eventually, she fell asleep. 

The next morning a porter knocked on their door with a cart, he had their breakfast but he also laughed about the fact that 100 letters each were received by the hotel for Harry and Y/n. 

Uncle Vernon made sure to get him out of the room as quickly as possible and was shaking with anger.

He turned and looked at everyone. "Get your stuff, seems we need a new lodging. I want you all in the car in ten minutes maximum".

The twins were anxious to see where they would be staying as their uncle had left them in the car with their aunt. He came back grinning with a pair of keys and told everyone to follow him. Some old man with yellow rotting teeth silently drove him to a shack that was rooted to a island (a tiny pile of rocks) where he rented his shack to them.

Y/n and Harry were laying on the sandy floor counting down the seconds until their birthday while everyone else slept when BOOM was heard and made the shack shiver, BOOM there it was again, "Where's the cannon?", Dudley asked stupidly.

Uncle Vernon entered the room armed with a shotgun." Who's there, I'm armed I warn you?", he shouted.

There was a pause until BOOM the door was hit with such force that it came clean off the hinges a giant man entered, he had a long beard and entered making sure to not hit his head. He fixed the door back and asked...

"Couldn't make us a cup o' tea, could ya? It's been a rough journey?", with that Y/n giggled and all eyes were on her.

(I'm not doing the whole Diagon Alley thing, you all know what happened. If you don't then search it up please)

[Y/n's wand is a 9 1/2 inch Acacia wood, Dragon heartstring, brittle and was jet black, look below for her wand. Hagrid had gotten Harry an owl named Hedwig and Y/n a black cat named Ash]

We returned home to the Dursley's who glared at us as we stood on their doorstep with two new trunks full of our supplies and after a few days it was September 1st and we were off to Kings Cross to Platform 9 and 3/4.

A/n: I was really bad when I started but by the sixth or whatever chapter it gets better and I will eventually edit this because I cringe reading this...big time.