potter's twin | sorcerer's stone | 1 {Under serious editing}

chapter two

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'What. Is . Happening!?' Arabella thought to herself in her moment of pure panic and confusion.
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Arabella's POV:

I stayed pushed against the wall, my brothers arm tightly in my grip. I swore I was holding my breath in this moment. This was definitely not what I wished for. My brain is racked with nothing but questions. Such as .. 'Who is this man?', 'why is he so huge?', 'Why is he apologizing?', 'Why does he sound so kind?'

It wasn't until his booming voice confronted a scared but none the less upset uncle Vernon by saying " Dry up Dursley , you great prune." that my mind reeled back to its reality. A small squeak slipped through my lips at the loud sound of gun fire, however it had gone unheard by everyone besides Harry because of the multiple other feared noises that the Dursley's had made.

No ones POV:

The man could be heard waking closer to where her, and her brother were hiding. His steps stopped and the mans jolly voice spoke up again.

"My I haven't seen you since you were a baby Harry , but you're a bit more along than I would have expected .. particularly right in the middle heh! Now where's Arabella , she up the steps?" He said patting his stomach very softly before dropping his large hand to his side pointing to the stairs to indicate where he thought Arabella may have been . Instantly more thoughts seemed to go through the young girls small head. 'Why was he asking about Harry and Her?' 'Who is he?'

Of course he was talking to Dudley. The potter's cousin was practically hyperventilating he looked so scared.
" I.. I'm not Harry.." Dudley finally spit out between small gasps of frantic air.

Harry looked at his sister, her eyes shot to his and she shook her head frantically. Of course, her brother was not having any of it and pulled her out with him.

"I-I am." Harry barely choked out in response to Dudley and the large mans conversation. He now was the one holding Arabellas arm , both out in the opened right in front of the mysterious man. Arabella just lifted her free arm and gave a soft wave.

"Well of course you are. Got something for the two of ya's. -fraid I may of sat on it at some point .. but I imagine it'll taste fine, just the same." He spoke before reaching in to his side and pulling out a white box handing it over to Harry who had finally let go of his sisters arm to grab it. The girls eyes wondered over the man before farting to the box.

"Baked it myself, words and all." He spoke proudly whilst watching as Harry lifted open the lid of the box slowly.

Instantly Arabella's eyes lit up. A cake! A real life cake! She glanced back and forth between the man and the cake, eyes shinning. 'Happy Birthday Harry & Arabella' They have never had a real cake before! It said there names and everything !

"Thank you!" Harry said happily, whilst his sister bit the inside of her cheek before sending her shining eyes back to the giant giving a smile. "Yes, thank you!" Her voice was soft and yet sounded so sincere, and filled with excitement.

"It's not everyday that you turn 11 now is it? Aye?" He said before making his way to the couch and pulling the umbrella out again. He pointed it at the burned out fire and flicks of flames flew out the tip of the umbrella lighting the wood on fire.