Cosmina Potter is Harry Potter's younger sister. She will have to learn how to accept her Slytherin side in Hogwarts as she works out her own differences from her brother.
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"Up ! Get up ! Now !" said Aunt Petunia, unlocking the door.
I wake up, rubbing my eyes with the back of my hands.
"Ow !" said Harry. I frown and I then realize that I'm sitting on his leg.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Harry." I said, getting off his leg. He smiles.
"Don't be sorry, Cosmina. This cupboard is too small for both of us anyway. I hate it here." said Harry, grumbling in his sleep. I smile at him sadly.
"I hate it here too, but there's nothing we can do about it." I said, sighing to him. Harry nods and opens his mouth to respond, but before he can say anything, our dreadful aunt screams from the kitchen again.
"Up !"
Ugh. I roll my eyes in despair. This day is already off to a horrible start. Suddenly, we hear Dudley coming down the stairs.
"Get up, cousins ! We're going to the zoo !"
Harry sighs and opens the door, heading out of the cupboard, but he is pushed back in the cupboard by the angel that is our cousin.
Harry rubs his head. I smile.
"I would've said something, but it's his birthday, so I shouldn't say anything." I said, whispering to him. Harry just grunts and nods.
I head out of the cupboard with Harry, walking perfectly in my clothes.
We walk into the kitchen to the frightening sight of our aunt rubbing noses with our obnoxious cousin. I started helping Harry with breakfast. Hopefully, I won't mess this up or I'll be in huge trouble !
"Bring me my coffee, boy !" said Uncle Vernon. Harry served him his coffee.
"Don't burn the coffee, Cosmina." said Uncle Vernon. I nod, resisting the urge to throw the frying pan at him. Every morning, Harry has to do chores and he is treated like dirt while I get recognized by Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon, and Dudley. Aunt Petunia always got me new clothes to wear. That way I can always make a difference in my clothing. Harry is Dudley's favorite punching bag and he has the decency not to hit me. Harry is too fast for him. I am the Dursleys' favorite, meaning that I don't have to do the chores and I always act polite around them. They don't know I'll magically be eleven years old at midnight even though my birthday is on August 14th.
"How many presents are there ?" said Dudley.
"Thirty-six, I counted them myself." said Uncle Vernon.
"Thirty-six ? But last year, I had thirty-seven !" said Dudley, screaming so loudly. I start eating my bacon just in case Dudley flips the table over. Harry did the same thing and he rolled his eyes at me over our cousin's behavior:
"We'll buy you two more presents while we're out today. How's that, pumpkin ? Two more presents. Is that all right ?" said Aunt Petunia. Hopefully, Dudley can calm down easily.
