Lyla Potter's POV
"It was just like magic," Lyla leaned against the corner of the cupboard and looked at her twin.
Harry nodded
"One minute the glass was there and the next minute..." He made a 'poof gesture'. I ducked so as to not get hit in the face. The Dursleys had the two of us squished in a tiny cupboard under the stairs!
"You can't say it wasn't funny watching Dudley scream when the snake came after him, though," I smirked. I had always been the more mischievous of the two of us. Uncle Vernon called for me to go get the mail, and I obliged with an eye roll.
"Be back in a bit," I said to Harry and went to the mailbox. On the way to the kitchen, I sifted through the mail. A newspaper, a couple of bills, and two letters, one addressed to Mr. H. Potter, The cupboard under the stairs, 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey, and the other to Miss L. Potter, The cupboard under the stairs, 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey. Who was writing to me and my brother? I absentmindedly handedUncle Vernon the bills and newspaper and started to walk back to my cupboard.
"Marge's ill," Uncle Vernon said, "Ate a funny whelk. --."
"Dad!" Dudley exclaimed. "Dad, Lyla's got something!"I was trying to open my letter, sealed tightly with wax when Uncle Vernon ripped both of them out of my hand.
"That's mine and Harry's!" I said.
"Who'd be writing to you?" Uncle Vernon sneered, opening the letter and glancing at it. His face turned a variety of colors - red, green, white, gray.
"P-P-Petunia!" he gasped. Aunt Petunia took the letters and read the first line. She turned as white as a ghost. She clutched her throat and made a choking noise.
"Vernon! Oh my goodness -- Vernon!" She gasped.
"I want to read that letter," Dudley said loudly.
"I want to read it," I said furiously, "as it's mine."
"Get out, both of you," Uncle Vernon croaked, shoving the letter back inside its envelope.
"I WANT MY AND MY BROTHER'S LETTER!" I shouted.
"Let me see it!" Dudley demanded.
"OUT!" Uncle Vernon shouted, and he grabbed me and Dudley by our collars and threw them out into the hall, slamming the kitchen door. I and Dudley had a heated yet silent argument over who would listen at the keyhole; Dudley won, so I lay flat on the floor to listen through the crack between the door and floor.
"Vernon," Aunt Petunia said with a shaky voice, "Look at the address -- how could they possibly know where he sleeps? You don't think they're watching the house?"
"Watching -- spying -- might be following us," Uncle Vernon muttered.
"But what should we do, Vernon? Should we write back? Tell them we don't want --"I could see Uncle Vernon's shoes walking up and down the kitchen.
"No," he said finally. "No, we'll ignore it. If they don't get an answer... Yes, that's best... we won't do anything...
"But --"
"I'm not having two in the house, Petunia! Didn't we swear when we took them in we'd stamp out that dangerous nonsense?" I ran back to the cupboard.
"What happened? I heard yelling." Harry asked. I explained everything - the letters, the reactions, and the secret conversation. That night, Uncle Vernon did something crazy. He came into the cupboard!
"Where's my letter?" I asked, "Who's writing to me?"
"No one. it was addressed to you by mistake," said Uncle Vernon shortly. "I have burned it."
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FanfictionLyla Potter was raised by the Dursleys. The only person who had ever loved her was her twin brother, Harry Potter. Lyla didn't love easily. She didn't trust easily. When she got to Hogwarts, she was split up from her brother. She met Draco Malfoy. H...
