Azul Black and the Sorcerer's Stone

chapter 2

Today was the day... yes the day I have been dreading for months now.

Today is Dudley's birthday.

I woke up early and saw a sleeping Harry beside me. Though the cupboard was small and cramped we make it work. Not having the heart to wake him (he seemed like he was dreaming of something) I silently crawled to the door and grabbed clothes moving to the bathroom to get dressed.

Harry usually changes in the cupboard but I prefer getting up early enough that I can use the bathroom without my aunt and uncle knowing. Brushing my hair and braiding it to the side, I put on a baby blue knee length dress,that looked like it had a built in corset so I didn't actually have to put one on, it's actually rather cute and less frilly than the normal ones I'm forced to wear. Putting a small flower in my hair I leave the bathroom and begin on my chores.

I don't like getting up early, don't get me wrong. But I usually catch up on sleep during class, since no one bothers to wake me. Can you blame me? It's the best way I can figure to ignore Pierce Polkis without making him angry and have the teachers make another pointless call to my Aunt and Uncle as they go on about "lovers quarrel". However today is Saturday and since it's Dudley's birthday we are going to the zoo, well he is, me and Harry are going over to the neighbor's house to listen to her talk about her cats.

I look out the glass sliding doors into the back yard to see aunt Petunia working in the garden. She must have woke up when I was in the bathroom. Great I almost got caught, I'll need to be more careful next time. Last time I got caught I didn't eat for almost a month. Thankfully, my brother is one of the sneakiest people I know and snuck me what he could.

I began Picking up the living room from whatever it was they did yesterday and then I spotted the mountain of presents piled on the table. For the life of me I can't figure out why there are so many every year, and each year the pile only grows.

Wonder what it's gonna be like when he moves out and gets nothing.?

A few minutes later Uncle Vernon was up and banging on the cupboard screaming at Harry to get up. I began pulled stuff out of the cabinets and fridge for breakfast, but today was Harry's turn to cook so I could do nothing more without getting him in trouble.

Then the fun started as Dudley came stomping down the stairs as loud as he could. Once the noise stopped he wattled in here followed by a sleepy looking harry. He walked over to me "Dudley pushed me again" he grumbled fixing his crooked glasses.

I gave him a pat on the back in sympathy but said nothing. It's not like he expected me too, but I'm the only person he can safely complain too so I don't mind. I don't speak much anyway... Especially in the mornings.

" Azul come here" aunt Petunia called over to me in her high shrill voice, "your hair's a mess," she said referring to the parts of my hair falling out of my braid. "Piers will be here soon and I am not letting you look like THAT infront of your boyfriend" I pouted a bit but remained silent.

Harry on the other-hand was not, "He is NOT her boyfriend!" I sent him a grateful smile but stopped when aunt Petunia tugged my hair out of its previous position.

"We have had this discussion Boy," uncle Vernon scolded. "The girl has found someone worthwhile. Just because you can't doesn't mean you have the right to protest."

"But they aren't dating!!" Harry insisted

"Oh be quiet boy and hurry up with breakfast. You better not be burning anything"

"Yes uncle Vernon " he grumbled out as he gave up and went back to watching the bacon.

I gritted my teeth as Petunia pulled on my hair. Making two braids that connected in the back leaving the rest of my hair flowing down back. "Stop moving and sit up straight" I did as told knowing better than to argue or else it would get worse. As she finished, she stood up and examined me for anything out of place, I almost got out scott free, but of course she found something to complain about. "Is that dirt, under your fingernails? They look horrid, how many times do I have to tell you keep better track of your appearance. If the neighbors saw you like things..." about that point I blocked her out and nodded periodically to keep her from giving me another lecture about 'proper listening skills'.