The Potter Twins - Year One

1: The Twins Who Lived

[Authors Note]: Hey thanks for looking at this story! Please read it until the end of the chapter. Be sure to tell me what you think! This is the first fanfiction I’ve ever attempted to write, so bear with me if I don’t get some facts correct. Be sure to tell me if you want me to update! I hope you have a wonderful day and a fantastic time reading this fanfic.

          -Miss Mary the Percussionist

[Disclaimer: The characters, places, and plotline in this story are not mine, but were all created by J.K. Rowling. I am not affiliated with her or with Warner Bros. Some lines in this story are direct quotes from Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone. This is just a little fanfiction that I write for my own enjoyment as well as for the entertainment of others.]

Rap! Rap! I heard the usual annoying noise of Aunt Petunia in the morning. "Are you up yet?"

"Nearly," I hear Harry groan. I lie on my mattress, wanting to get a few more moments of sleep. I had a very weird dream. I felt like I'd had the same one before. I bet if I asked Harry he'd tell me he had the same dream.

I hear Aunt Petunia walk out from the hallway and into the kitchen. Her footsteps get louder and louder as I prepare myself for the inevitable.

"I hope you’re up." Is her good morning greeting. "He can't cook by himself. You'd better be in the kitchen soon."

            "Okay." I groan. She gives one last rap on the door before I actually open my eyes. It's pitch black but that doesn't matter to me. I reach up blindly from my mattress on the floor and reach for the string that hangs only a foot above my face. I tug it lightly and the food pantry bursts into light. I see a spider hanging a few inches over my face. I smile and move it to a shelf before sitting up. It scuttles away as I reach over to the shelf where my few possessions are. I quickly change into my clothes and the door opens. My brother Harry smiles at me and whispers,

"Aunt Petunia is going nuts. Dudley's birthday remember?" I roll my eyes and his smiles even more. Dudley's birthday. How could we forget? Or as I like to think of it, the worst day of the year.

"Watch the bacon for me and don't you dare let it burn!" Aunt Petunia's shrill voice cuts into our 'good mornings' and Harry quickly rushes to watch the bacon. I sigh and tuck my extremely large blue tee-shirt (meant for Dudley sized kids) into my pair of Aunt Petunia's old shorts. On me they were more like pants but oh well. I hear Aunt Petunia start babying Dudley and wonder if I'm actually ready to face the table full of presents. Then I hear Uncle Vernon yell, "What is taking you so long, Girl?" I sigh and -after putting my log hair up in a ponytail- finally come out of my pantry.

Harry is busy serving bacon to the Dursleys. I see scrambled eggs on the stove and quickly retrieve them. I pour half of the pan onto Dudley's plate and almost another half to my aunt and uncle. That left barely anything for Harry and I to share but we were used to that. We had just sat down when Dudley walked in.

Dudley is an extremely large, round, boy the same age as Harry and I. He, however -I am proud to say- is nothing like Harry and I. He is the most spoiled little brat imaginable. But don't tell Aunt Petunia. Her "Dinky Duddydums" is the most precious child in the world. He also wouldn't hurt a fly. Cue the eye roll. He just... UGH! Bullying Harry and I... like it's our fault that our parents died in a car crash! Some weird green light and something about an alligator... Harry and I are pretty much left to fend for ourselves with a family that doesn't want us and a world where Dudley is our constant bully.

Dudley was counting his presents. "Thirty-six," he said. "That's two less than last year." I immediately saw what was coming next. There was a tantrum standing in our kitchen. I looked at Harry and he gave me a look of understanding.  We quickly grabbed our plates in case Dudley decided it was time to flip the table again. Aunt Petunia, however, saw the tantrum coming and stopped it before it could start. Thank. Goodness.