The moonlit witch.

Chapter two: the vanishing glass

After a few minutes of a break and people processing everyone settled agin ready to hear the next chapter of the story.

Chapter 2 the vanishing glass

More than years had passed since he
Dursleys had woken up to find their nephew and niece on the front step, but Privet Drive had hardly changed at all. The sun rose on the same tidy front gardens and lit up the brass number four on the Dursleys front door; it crept into their living room, which was almost exactly the same as it had been on the night when Mr. Dursley had seen that fateful news report about the owls.

"Really it hasn't changed very much?" James asked looking at his two children. Dali nodded quietly

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 Dudley Dursley 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 boy lived in the house, or a girl for that matter.

"They really didn't have any picture of you or anything?" Remus asked which got a quiet nod out of Harry who had Dali perched in his lap her auburn head of hair tucked under his chin.

Yet Harry and Cordelia  Potter were still there, asleep at the moment, but not for long. Their Aunt Petunia was awake and it was her shrill voice that made the first noise of the day.
"Up! Get up! Now!"
Harry woke with a start. His aunt rapped on the door again. Cordelia however did not stir.
"Up!" she screeched. Harry heard her walking toward the kitchen and then the sound of the frying pan being put on the stove. He rolled onto his back and tried to remember the dream he had been having. Cordelia groaned trying to hide her face in the pillows. "Too early harry...." She whispered nuzzling his side gently.

"Not a morning person?" James asked. When Dali nodded Sirius laughed. James smiled kindly at her. "That's ok Neither is Sirius" Sirius gave an indignant snort.

Harry's dream the night before had been a good one. There had been a flying motorcycle in it. He had a funny feeling he'd had the same dream before.

"Like mine?" Sirius asked quietly Harry nodded.

Their aunt was back outside the door.
"Are you up yet?" she demanded.
"Nearly," said Harry.
"No" Cordelia groaned again
"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 Duddy's birthday."
Harry groaned.
Dali rolled to the side smacking her face on the wall.
"What did you say?" his aunt snapped through the door.
"Nothing, nothing..
Dudley's birthday - how could he have forgotten? Harry got slowly out of bed and started looking for socks. He found a pair under his bed and, after pulling a spider off one of them, put them on. Cordelia at the sight of the spider gave a little shriek

"Scared of spiders are you?" Arthur Weasley asked. Dali nodded again shyly. "Oh dear that's ok." Molly said giving the girl a little pat on the head.

Cordelia and Harry was used to spiders, because the cupboard under the stairs was full of them, and that was where the twins slept.

"What?" The word came from the adults. From their friends. From both the past and the future. Dali shrunk down in her chair. "Why didn't you tell us!" Ron asked loudly. Harry didn't give him a reply.

When he was dressed he left the cupboard giving Cordelia space to dress herself.

"Well at least he's considerate" lily whispered to her friends. The other ladies nodded.
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he went down the hall into the kitchen. The table was almost hidden beneath all Dudley's birthday presents. It looked as though Dudley had gotten the new computer he wanted, not to mention the second television and the racing bike. Exactly why Dudley wanted a racing bike was a mystery to Harry, as Dudley was very fat and hated exercise - unless of course it involved punching somebody Cordelia hid her scoff at the bike rolling her eyes as she attended to the coffee machine. Dudley's favorite punching bag was Harry, but he couldn't often catch him.
Harry didn't look it, but he was very fast.
Perhaps it had something to do with living in a dark cupboard, but Harry had always been small and skinny for his age. It was always the same for Cordelia.
He looked even smaller and skinnier than he really was because all he had to wear were old clothes of Dudley's, and Dudley was about four times bigger than he was. Cordelia suffered in a different way forced into aunt petunias old dresses.
Harry had a thin face, knobbly knees, black hair, and bright green eyes. He wore round glasses held together with a lot of Scotch tape because of all the times Dudley had punched him on the nose. The only thing Harry liked about his own appearance was a very thin scar on his forehead that was shaped like a bolt of lightning. He had had it as long as he could remember, and the first question he could ever remember asking his Aunt Petunia was how he had gotten it.
GIn the car crash when your parents died," she had said. "And don't ask questions."
Cordelia was the opposite of her brother in many ways. She had long curly red hair that hung in waves down her back. Her eyes the most piercing green/blue you'd ever seen. She had pale delicate skin and a very thin scar on the corner of her lips. She however never asked about it.