muggle | h.p.

- chapter one -

"Edeline, wake up right now!".

Petunia's voice cuts through the peaceful morning silence. While opening my eyes, I sit up and grab my glasses from the box next to my bed. I stretch one more time before getting up. My bare feet touch the cold floor and I let out an annoyed sigh. Slipping on my shoes and jumper, I make my way to the door and shuffle between the huge cardboard boxes, a broken parasol and two garden benches. As I open the door, I'm greeted by the sun. The morning dew shimmers in the light, and it looks like a thousand tiny diamonds. I lock the garden shed, where I'm sleeping, and make my way to the house.

When I enter the living room, my aunt is covering my cousin's eyes and leads him to a huge pile of colourfully wrapped presents, while my uncle sits at the dinner table and reads the morning papers. I spot my twin in the kitchen corner, turning over the bacon. It smells a bit burned and when he looks up and catches my eyes, he just rolls his green eyes and makes a gagging sound. Our uncle glances furious at him and gestures with his hand, so he'll hurry up.

Suddenly, our Cousin Dudley starts to scream, and his face starts turning red when I look at him. He goes on about his presents and that it's unacceptable that he only got thirty-six presents. Not thirty-seven presents. Which makes it one present less than last year. I look at him in disbelief. This spoiled brat. It's hard to ignore Harry's staring, but I'm sure that the second I look at him, we'll be going to burst into laughter and I don't want to get into trouble.

Also, I woke up feeling quite ill and my stomach hurts, meaning my period will come soon, which makes me feel even more vulnerable. My period started this year, and I was the first and only girl in my whole year to get it so early on.

I remember the exact moment when it started during PE. First I felt a sharp pain, and then I felt something between my legs. Someone was screaming, and it took a minute to realise it was me. Then another girl started to scream because I was bleeding. I was crying and sat in the office, while the secretary was calling my aunt to pick me up because they didn't have any pads at school. I had to wrap toilet paper around my pants.

My teacher suggested wrapping my jacket around my hips. Harry was worried and wanted to see me as soon as he heard I was bleeding, but a teacher assured him I was going to be alright. Still, no one told me what was wrong with me. My teacher said my mother will tell me about it, and when I told her my mother is dead, she just looked at me with pity and said that someone else probably will.

My aunt picked me up from school and was pissed. She said something about my blood-stained trousers and murmured something about her wasted time. I was crying all the way home. We stopped once at the Pharmacy, where the lady behind the counter gave me an encouraging smile and a pad on my hand as she slipped some sweets toward me.

Once we got home, my aunt gave me a brief explanation about the period, as well as how to change a pad and how to get blood stains out of my clothes. I remember that I listened and nodded the whole time, but couldn't see much because I was crying. Crying because it'll happen to me for the rest of my life, in fact to every girl, crying because no one told us about it before and crying because I wished my mother was there. Holding me and telling me I'm going to be alright.

But she wasn't.

''Move!'', said a voice, and I flinch. Back in the present, I look up at my aunt's face. She rolls her eyes as she passes me. I can hear the telephone ringing. A moment later, my aunt picks up, and her voice sounds muffled through the closed door. When she returns, she looks like she's about to cry.

''Mrs Figg's broken her leg. She can't take them.'' My head snaps in Harry's direction and I can see the hopeful gleam in his eyes. We'll be alone, and we could do whatever we want. Like eating ice cream and watching television. Now Dudley looks like he might cry, and our uncle suggested calling some people they know, but Petunia dismiss him. Harry speaks up and suggests leaving us alone at home. Petunia's eyes grow wide, and she glances between us in horror. She then shakes her head and says she doesn't want to come back to the house in ruin. I roll my eyes, over the dramatic comment and roll them again, when Dudley starts to cry.