The Potter Twins - Year One

4: Suddenly Belonging

Hedwig. Of all the things Harry could've called our new owl, he called her Hedwig. It was some sort of name he found in a book called A History of Magic. At least he didn't name it something dumb like Mrs. Fluffy Owl. I really wouldn't put it past him. But we had a new snowy-white owl named Hedwig. At night she would just fly in and out of our open window as she pleased. She made me happy. I think she liked me more than Harry though. Just saying.

            The Dursleys were... well... let's just say our last month before school started wasn't really fun... but it sure was funny. I mean, they were pretty much playing a month long game of let's-try-to-ignore-these-twins-that-live-in-my-house. We didn't mind. There was no being locked in the pantry, no annoying chores to do, no shouting, no nothing. But the funny part was Dudley. He still had is wee little pig tail on his giant butt. I would laugh every time. Call me mean, but come on. How many times does your evil cousin grow a pigs tail? Not. Very. Often. Every time he saw Harry or I, he would shriek and run out of the room. Hahaha... weird pig-boy.

            On the day before school started, Harry and I decided it would be a good time to get a ride to London.

"Um... Uncle Vernon?" I asked.

"Nhm." He grunted. I guess that meant he was listening.

"So... we need to be a King's Cross station tomorrow to-to go to Hogwarts. The train leaves at eleven and well... we were wondering if you could please please give us a lift?

Another grunt. I'm pretty sure it meant yes.

"Thanks." As we turned to leave the living room, he finally spoke in words.

"Funny way to get to your kind of school. The train. No more magic carpets?"

"Um..." Harry replied.

"Where is this-this school?"

"Um..." Harry replied again. Wow he sounded smart. I pulled my train ticket out from my pocket (I had been carrying it with me everywhere) and looked at it.

"It says the train leaves platform nine and three-quarters at eleven o'clock."

Uncle Vernon stared.

"Platform what?"

"Nine and three-quarters."

"Don't talk rubbish girl."

"I'm not. Platform nine and three-quarters. It's right here on my ticket."

"Barking mad. All of them. You two just wait. We'll take you to London tomorrow, but then you'll see how mad they all are. You just wait." And with that I said thank you and left the room.

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            I woke up the next morning I woke up at five and I couldn't for the life of me fall back asleep. We were finally leaving this stupid place to go to a wizarding school! It was still very dark outside and Harry was still asleep so for a minute or two I sat on the top bunk in silence. Sitting in silence in the dark is completely boring, so then I did the only thing that made sense. Time to wake up Harry... hehehe.

            I've always been really good at climbing. I mean, there was this one time when Aunt Marge's dog was chasing us so I started to climb up a tree. I was already in the top when I noticed that Harry had failed climbing the tree and was still running around the yard. Dummy. So I had to climb back down, hang upside down, and swing him into the tree with my arms. At that moment I decided that I was the physically dominant twin. (Harry thinks it's him but whatever.)

            Anyways, waking up Harry. I quietly got down the ladder from the top bunk and smiled at a sleeping Harry. He looked really adorable. His untidy hair was even more untidy and his tongue was hanging out of his mouth a bit. Well, he won't look adorable for long. I tiptoed downstairs and grabbed and ice cube and found a still sleeping Harry. Keep in mind that the floors in the Dursley house creak and our bedroom door squeaks. Anyway, I put the ice cube on his chest (under his shirt) and used my awesome climbing skills to hang (using the bottom of the upper bed) right above his face. Then I waited. At first, he just kinda lied there with his tongue still out,  then he started frowning. He started turning in his bed but still wasn't waking up to the ice cube's evil frozen-ness. So he wasn't going to wake up. Gosh. No wonder Aunt Petunia was always mad at him for not waking up in the morning. This kid sleeps through house noises, frozen water on him, and me hanging over his head. So now I did the only thing that made sense. I tickled him.