The Potters and the Chamber of Secrets (COMPLETED)

1. Dobby

*Hannah's P.O.V*

If you've never heard of me and my brother, Harry Potter, I guess you're a Muggle. Or a new born baby. Or someone who doesn't happen to know us. If you are in the list above, let me introduce myself. I'm Hannah Potter. I'm eleven-twelve years old (today's my birthday!) and I have a twin brother Harry. We look somewhat alike. I look like my mum, Lily Potter, and I have her green eyes but I have my Dad's, James Potter, black hair. My parents died by an evil wizard called Voldemort, also known as You-Know-Who, but I was brought up by the Dursleys (relatives) to believe they died in a car crash, in which I got a lightning-bolt scar on the palm of my right hand. Harry has a scar too and it's identical to mine, only that it's on his forehead.

 Only last summer, a giant-sized man called Hagrid told us we were witch and wizard and we went a school called Hogwarts, specially for witches and wizards. We got interested by a stone that was hidden under a trap door and we faced Lord Voldemort again. Only this time, he was- on the back of one of the teacher's heads. 

I waited in the living room as Uncle Vernon had called the family and Harry and I for a "meeting".

"Now, today is an important day," Uncle Vernon said in a very business-like voice.

Harry and I glanced at each other, hardly daring to believe my ears. The Dursleys? Remembering our birthday? Pfft, yeah right. I stared at Uncle Vernon disbelievingly.

"This could be the day I make the biggest deal of my life." I let a small sigh escape my lips then went back to fiddling with my fingers and thinking of Hogwarts longingly. As if there'll be one day they actually cared about us. Uncle Vernon talked about this stupid business dinner thing. Some rich builder and his wife were coming to dinner and Uncle Vernon was hoping for a big order for drills.

"Let's run through the schedule," Uncle Vernon pressed on "At eight o'clock, we need all be in positon. Petunia, you will be-?"

 "In the living room," Aunt Petunia answered immediately "Waiting to welcome them most graciously to our lovely home." I rolled my eyes.

"Dudley?" prompted Uncle Vernon

 "At the door," Dudley replied, surprisingly quick "Waiting to open it." He put on a fake smile. "May I take your coats, Mr and Mrs Mason?" Aunt Petunia squealed, clapping her hands delightedly. 

"They'll love him!"

 "Excellent Dudley," Uncle Vernon said, before turning to Harry and I "And you two?"

"We'll be in our room, making no noise and pretending we don't exist," I supplied tonelessly,.

 "Exactly," Uncle Vernon said "I will then lead them into the living room and Petunia will pour drinks. At eight fifteen-"

"Dinner will be announced by me," Aunt Petunia said automatically

"I'll say: may I take you to the Dining room, Mrs Mason?" Dudley said, offering his chubby arm to thin air. At this, Aunt Petunia let a tear roll down her cheek as she looked at Dudley lovingly. I gagged silently. Harry smirked at Dudley until Uncle Vernon turned sharply towards us.

 "We'll be in our room, making no noise and pretending we don't exist," Harry and I said simultaneously. Uncle Vernon nodded.

"In dinner, we'll shoot a few compliments at them," he continued "Ideas?"

 "Vernon tells me you're a superb golfer Mr Mason!" exclaimed Petunia with a fake smile "Do tell me where you brought your wonderful dress, Mrs Mason..."

"Dudley?"

 "How about: we had to write an essay at school about our hero at school, and Mr Mason- I wrote about you."