The Muse {An HP FF}

Chapter 1

Disclaimer: None of the Harry Potter characters in this story and most settings belong to me, this all belongs to the wonderful talented J.K. Rowling. Well except Armadi, she's a figment of my imagination.

The cover picture also does not belong to me, just the edits

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"Harry, wake up! Mum's coming!" I knocked on Harry's door loudly. I could hear her putting down dishes in the kitchen. "Harry!"

It was too late; she was already en route to the cupboard.

"Good morning my darling! Happy eleventh!" Mum said as she saw me, squeezing me tightly.

"Thanks mum," I choked, trying to break free. She finally let me go and gave me a kiss. "Head into the kitchen sweetums, breakfast is waiting, with presents!" 

"Is Dudley already there?"

 She sighed then smiled, "Don't worry, I told him to leave your presents and some breakfast."

I rolled my eyes and walked towards the kitchen.

"Like that's happening." I thought.

I guess I loved my twin brother, but he is such a selfish pig sometimes. No, scratch that, all the time.

"Up! Get up! Now!" Mum pounded on the cupboard door, "Up!"

"Poor Harry," I thought sadly, but I did try to wake him before she did. Mum followed me into the kitchen and put more bacon in the pan. She turned down the heat and went back out to yell at Harry. I greeted dad and sat at the table, snatching a present out of Dudley's reach.

"Stop touching my stuff Dudders, what if there was underwear in here? What would you do then?" I told him as I opened it.

"Use it as a slingshot," He said while stuffing his face with toast.

"Pig," I grumbled, opening the box. "Oh daddy thank you!" I shrieked as I saw a white music player under the tissue paper. I stood up and wrapped my arms around his neck, jumping around in excitement.

"Anything for my princess," he chuckled, putting down his coffee cup. I let go of him and returned to the table to admire my new music player, but it was gone.

"DADDY, DUDLEY TOOK MY PRESENT!" I shouted angrily, tossing aside the wrapping paper.

"Did not!" He retorted.

"Did too!" I tackled Dudley off his chair and grabbed his hands. "Where is it?"

"I don't have it!" He struggled against my grip.

I'm not very strong, I'm actually very small for my age, but Dudley being the big fat whale he was, found it hard to move his giant weak arms against my petite quick ones.

I reached into his under his shirt and pulled it out. "See! He did have it!" I jumped off of him and brushed my hair aside. "Liar!"

"So what? Its not like you're going to use it!"

"Yes I am," I shot back,"Besides, it wouldn't last with you, your fat bum would probably sit on it and break it by tomorrow."

"Dad!"

"Enough children! Sit down, both of you. And Dudley, stop taking your sister's things," he peered at us sternly from above his newspaper.

I stuck my tongue out at Dudley as mum and Harry walked in the kitchen.

"Comb your hair boy!" Dad barked at him.

Harry had very untidy raven black hair, and even after the many times he tried unsuccessfully to keep it straight, and many, many, MANY, haircuts, it simply could not be tamed.