Lover over Brother

Chapter 1

Jules's POV

"BOY! OPEN THE BLOODY DOOR!" Yelled my Uncle and the sound of the stairs creaking could be heard as my brother made his way to the door.

Oh yes, my brother by the way if you would like to know is none other than Harry Potter. Yes, the infamous Harry Potter. Oh, and I'm Juliette Potter. Jules for short. Both of us were born on July 31, 1980. But unfortunately when we were babies, our parents were murdered by Voldemort, leaving Harry with a scar on his forehead. I had been hidden away- where- I don't know. But when my brother had been attacked and got his scar, an identical one appeared on the right back side of my neck. Ironic right?

It's about to be our third year at Hogwarts. I was sorted into Slytherin while my brother was sorted into Gryffindor but the bloody git told me he was almost sorted into Slytherin. ALMOST.

I was in the kitchen cooking at the Dursley's house, Dudley was sitting on the couch with his eyes glued to the tv. Harry opened the front door and in came Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, and Aunt Marge. They shook their umbrellas out and stuck them in the stand by the door. I heard Harry ask Vernon to sign a slip for school which I'm pretty sure was the Visit to Hogsmeade Permission Form. We have been talking about this all summer.

Aunt Marge came waltzing into the living room and I immediately felt my mood drop. Harry and I both don't like her at all. She's a rude, arrogant, bitch. She gave Dudley all this attention calling him "Nephypoo and Dudikins". Those names make me want to puke all over the meal I'm preparing for them. Harry leaves the room to do something Vernon asked him and I begin setting the food on the table.
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Everyone is sitting at the table besides Harry and I of course. Everyone includes my aunt, uncle, cousin, and Marge. Harry and I typically eat up in our rooms but right now we have to serve up dishes.

"How long do you think she will stay?" Harry whispers to me.

"Hopefully not for long. She is already driving me insane." I sighed. Marge started going on this rant about what school we went to, and my uncle had told her we went to boarding schools. Believable. But then the conversation switched.

"What was it the twins' father did?" Marge asked.

Petunia swallowed a bit of food she had before speaking. "Nothing. He was unemployed."

"A drunk to I suppose?"

"That's a lie-" Harry cut in. He was always the one with the anger issues- and the most sensitive one when it came to talking about our parents. "My dad wasn't a drunk."

The lights flickered a bit and I knew Harry was letting his anger get to him. Everyone flinched as suddenly the wine glass in Marge's hand shattered. Harry looked back at me and I shot him a look, signifying for him to stop. He seemed a bit surprised by what he had done over that little amount of anger.

Marge laughed it off, blaming her grip for it while Vernon tried to shoo the two of us off but Marge demanded we cleaned up the mess. Harry grabbed a rag and Marge started to go on about our mother next.

"It has nothing to do with the father, it's always the mother. You see it all the time in dogs, if there's something wrong with the bitch then there's something wrong with the pup." She said. I could see the rage in my brothers eyes as he threw the rag down and turned to face her.

"Shut up! Shut! Up!" He shouted, the lights starting to flicker again.

Marge narrowed her eyes and raised her finger. "Listen here-" she paused. Her finger had swelled up to the size of a grape. Harry seemed surprised by this to as it moved from her finger to her hand swelling. It only got worse from there as her whole body started to swell like a balloon. My eyes widened and I went behind Harry, gripping his arm.

"What did you do?!" I hissed in his ear.

"I don't know." He responded back. It was pure chaos as we watched her start to float out the back door, Vernon clinging onto her, Marge's dog tearing into our Uncle's pant leg, and Petunia looking pale and shocked.

"Come on-" Harry grabbed my arm and yanked me upstairs into our bedroom. "Pack your stuff. Everything."

I started packing, not sure where he planned on going but we needed to hurry. We hurried down the stairs but Vernon stopped us at the bottom of the stairs.

"You bring her back! You bring her back this instant!" He shouted.

"NO! She deserved what she got!" Harry shot back.

They quarreled for bit before Harry raised his wand at Vernon. The muggles are afraid of magic, but they don't realize we can't do magic outside of school. That was one thing that I enjoyed- and that was scaring them with the threat of magic.

Harry grabbed my arm again and pulled me out of the house with our trunks following behind us. It was a chilly rainy night and I had forgotten my jacket at home. I stayed close to my brother as he was storming down the road, still pissed off.

"Where are we going?" I ask.

"I have no clue. But we aren't going back."