The Potter Twins - Year One

2: Stupid Boys

[Author’s Note]: Well here it is! Chapter two! Uploaded a day after the first one! I have three reads! Woot! But no votes… VOTE FOR ME! :D But, if you do read it, tell about it to others. Hahaha almost spelled otters… Tell it to other otters for me, would you? I’d love to get some feedback. So read on, and have a wonderful day!

            -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.]

            It was an awfully smelly summer morning in the Dursely household. I opened my cupboard that morning to find Harry inquiring to Aunt Petunia as to why there were old rags boiling in a pot on the stove. Our new school uniforms huh? Bleh. So on the first day at Stonewall High we’re going to be smelly and look different from everyone else. Wonderful. And not only that, but then Dudley strolls in with his dumb Smelting stick. To avoid getting hit with the weird prepare-you-for-life stick, I volunteered to go and get the mail. And well, I’m glad I did.

            On the doormat there was a postcard from Aunt Marge, a bill or two, and then two mysterious parchment envelopes. There was a letter for Harry and a letter for me! Who would be sending us mail? Library? No. Relatives? None we know about. Friends? HAHAHA nope. But the letters were clearly addressed.

            Ms. M. Potter

            The Food Pantry

            4 Privet Drive

            Little Whinging

            Surrey

            Well this certainly was odd. The paper looked extremely old and the address was written in emerald green ink. There was no stamp and HOLD IT- how did they know I lived in the food pantry? How did they know Harry lived in the cupboard under the stairs? Well THIS certainly was odd. Very odd. I turned over the envelope to see a purple wax seal with a lion, eagle, badger, and snake surrounding a large H.

            “Hurry up girl! What are you doing, checking for letter bombs?” Ooooh Uncle Vernon. Your jokes never get old. I rolled my eyes and walked back to the kitchen. I handed the postcard and bill to Uncle Vernon and sat down next to Harry. Harry looked at the letters confusedly and I handed him his. I could tell that the same thoughts were running through his mind. I sighed. Here goes nothing. I opened my letter and pulled out the first piece of paper. I just got to unfolding it when Dudley ruined everything. Of. Course.

            “Dad!” he said suddenly. “Dad! They’ve both got something!” Uncle Vernon then ripped the letter from my hand.

            “Hey! That’s mine!”

            “Who’d be writing to you?” Uncle Vernon snickered. My face flushed but I stood up, determined to snatch my letter out of his big mean hands. But before I could he read the first few lines and his face turned green.

            “P-P-Petunia?” He stuttered. She walked over curiously and read a bit of the letter. The color drained from her face and the chocked out what might’ve been a cough or a gasp. But Dudley being the selfish brat that he is hit his father with his Smelting stick.

            “I want to read the letter.” He said loudly and annoyingly.

            “I think I should read it. It’s mine after all.” I said, extremely mad at Dudley. Harry just sat there, watching our Aunt and Uncle. But then, quick as a flash, Harry, Dudley, and I were out in the hallway. In all the confusion of being pushed to the hallway, Harry’s letter was lost as well. The moment Dudley realized that this was serious enough that he wasn’t supposed to hear it, he and Harry had a silent fight over who would get to listen at the keyhole and who had to listen at the floor. I sighed at the two boys and ran upstairs. I opened the bathroom door and locked it. Sitting down on the floor, I opened the air duct and listened intently. Dumb boys. This was much nicer than sitting on the floor where Harry undoubtedly was now. Plus, I couldn’t get caught at eavesdropping. Boys were so dumb sometimes… I heard Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon argue about what to do about the some sort of “dangerous nonsense” Harry and I had and they decided not to act. Then I heard a crackling noise and I knew what had happened. Uncle Vernon burned our letters. That jerk.