𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 - Harry Potter x Fem!Reader¹

2.. THE VANISHING GLASS

Nearly ten years had passed since the Hudsons had woken up to find their niece on the front step, but Autumn Avenue had hardly changed at all. The sun rose on the same tidy front gardens and lit up the brass number four on the Hudsons' front door; it crept into their living room, which was almost exactly the same as it had been on the night when Mr. Hudson had seen that fateful news report about the owls. Only the photographs on the mantelpiece really showed how much time had passed. Ten years ago, there had been lots of pictures of what looked like a large pink beach ball wearing different-colored bonnets -- but Cameron Hudson was no longer a baby, and now the photographs showed a large blond boy riding his first bicycle, on a carousel at the fair, playing a computer game with his father, being hugged and kissed by his mother. The room held no sign at all that another child lived in the house, too.

Yet Y/N L/N was still there, asleep at the moment, but not for long. Her Aunt Eden was awake and it was her shrill voice that made the first noise of the day.

"Up! Get up! Now!"

Y/N woke up with a start. Her aunt rapped on the door again.

"Up!" she screeched. Y/N heard her walking toward the kitchen and then the sound of the frying pan being put on the stove. She rolled onto her back and tried to remember the dream she had been having. It had been a good one. There had been a flying motorcycle in it. She had a funny feeling she'd had the same dream before.

Her aunt was back outside the door.

"Are you up yet?" she demanded.

"Yes, I'm up," said Y/N dryly.

"Well, get a move on, I want you to look after the bacon. And don't you dare let it burn, I want everything perfect on Cam-Cam's birthday."

Y/N groaned.

"What did you say?" her aunt snapped through the door.

"Nothing, nothing..."

Cameron's birthday -- how could she have forgotten? Y/N got slowly out of bed and started looking for socks. She found a pair under her bed and, after trashing it around to get a spider off one of them, put them on. Y/N was used to spiders by now, because the cupboard under the stairs was full of them, and that was where she slept. She vaguely remembered screaming once when she first saw one, and her uncle locked her in the cupboard for the next six hours because she woke Cameron up from his afternoon nap.

When she was dressed she went down the hall into the kitchen. The table was almost hidden beneath all Cameron's birthday presents. It looked as though Cameron had gotten the new computer he wanted, not to mention the second television and the racing bike. Exactly why Cameron wanted a racing bike was a mystery to Y/N, as Cameron was very fat and hated exercise -- unless of course it involved punching somebody. Cameron's favorite punching bag was Y/N, but he would never dare do it out in public. Not that he could ever catch her anyway. Y/N didn't look it, but she was very fast.

There wasn't quite much that made Y/N stand out in her eyes. The only time that she really felt recognized was in her dreams. The only thing she liked about her appearance was a very thin scar on her forehead that was shaped like a bolt of lightning. She had had it as long as she could remember, and the first question she could ever remember asking her Aunt Eden was how she had gotten it.

"In the car crash when your parents died," she had said. "And don't ask questions."

Don't ask questions -- that was the first rule for a quiet life with the Hudsons.

Uncle Lucian entered the kitchen as Y/N was turning over the bacon. "Comb your hair!" he barked. How kind. 

About once a week, Uncle Lucian looked over the top of his newspaper and shouted that Y/N needed a haircut. Y/N must have had more haircuts than the rest of the girls in her class put together, but there really wasn't much one could do by using a plastic fork as a comb.