When they got home after the whole "zoo incident", Dudley and Piers were dripping wet, and claiming stupid and ridiculous things like "the snake tried to eat me" and "it tried to wrap its self around me so I'd get suffocated". The most annoying to hear were the ones about how they both "warded the great beast off with their toughness" bla-bla-bla-bla-bla. Please, Harry and Emilia'll go through something magnificent that takes them far away from here before they ward off a giant beast.
Uncle Vernon pulled Harry aside and, predictably, started pulling his hair, asking for answers.
"I don't know! One minute the glass was there, and then it was gone! It was like magic!" Harry puffed out in one breath. Again, predictably, Uncle Vernon hissed at him.
"There's no such thing as magic!" then pushed Harry into his and Emilia's little cupboard.
In the cupboard, Harry sat, rubbing the spot on his head that Uncle Vernon pulled, and sat up. He peaked through the crack in the the cupboard door. Uncle Vernon had grabbed Emilia by the collar and dragged her into the garden by the tool shed.
When she came back, she was holding a rag that Vernon had given to her for her nose.
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The next day was torrential. Dudley got into this private school, and kept hitting Harry and Emilia with a stick that came with his uniform. Harry was about to bloody lose it, but luckily Aunt Petunia called for him to get the post. On the way out, he grabbed Emilia by the arm and took her with him. He had no choice! One more second and she would have beaten Dudley to a bloody pulp. Or at least tried. Either way they both would have been punished.
As they stepped into the hall to get the post, Harry started to rant.
"You know, I don't know why she insisted on having us get the post! One more second and I would have had him pinned!"
"Harry," she started without even looking at her pathetically raging brother, so he wouldn't see her rolling her eyes out of her head, though he could still see. "He's like twice your size, and has a stick now! No offence, but you'd be a corndog on a stick and eaten by those Dursleys in a matter of minutes," He just stayed silent.
"I know..." He mumbled after a second or two. Harry looked over and saw Emilia was going through the post. She's so nosey. "It's just, sometimes, I wish we had a ticket out of this place!" Harry yelled. He looked over at Emilia. Her eyes were glued to two letters, and she looked like she was frozen with her mouth open, stuttering to find words.
"Well, does it have to be a ticket?" she asked, an amazed smile plastered to her face. She held in her hand, two letters addressed in purple ink. As Harry looked at them more closely, he noticed they were addressed to them! His read...
Mr. H. Potter
The cupboard under the Stairs
4 Private Drive
Little Whinging
Surrey
Emilia's was basically the same thing...
Miss. E. Potter
The cupboard under the Stairs
4 Private Drive
Little Whinging
Surrey
It was unbelievable. They got post! They both got mail! Emilia and Harry, Harry and Emilia, the two forgotten twins, got mail, addressed to them! Hypnotized, they waked into the kitchen, not daring to take their eyes off of the letters, as if afraid they'd fly away if they did.
Right as Harry was about to open his letter, Dudley spoiled it.
"DAD! DAD! HARRY HAS MAIL!" and pried the letter from his hand and gave it to Uncle Vernon.
"Give it back! It's mine!" He yelled.
"Yours?" he gave a little chuckle. "Who'd be writing to you?" he turned the letter over and the smile completely vanished from his face. A look of anger, horror, and confusion now replaced it. Dudley was sent to the hall, and Harry and Emilia to their cupboard.
As they walked out, Dudley hit Harry in the face with his stick again, then he and Emilia went to their cupboard, and locked the door. Harry noticed that his sister wore a specifically mischievous grin.
"What is it?" Harry asked, nearly afraid of the answer. She didn't say anything. She just took one hand from behind her back and put it in front of her confused brother. In that hand was her letter! "You still have it?" He yell-whispered so Dudley wouldn't hear and take it.
"Yes,"
"How did they not notice?"
"I hid it,"
"Emilia,"
"Yeah?"
"You're brilliant!" He yelled and wrapped her in a giant hug.
"A-ary... ant... breathe!"
"Oh!" He let go realizing how hard the hug was. "Sorry,"
Right as we were about to open it, the cupboard door swung open. Emilia, thankfully, hid the letter behind her back then slickly slid it into her pocket unnoticed.
"You," Uncle Vernon pointed at Harry. "We've decided to be nice and give you Dudley's second room," he was cut off by the sounds of Dudley's complaining and crying. Harry couldn't help but grin, and by the looks of it, neither could Emilia.
"Thank you," He said. Then a wave of questions and realization waved over him. "Wait, just me? What about Emilia?"
"She'll be staying in here," he pointed at the floor of the cupboard. He looked at her with guilt in his eyes. She just gave him a reassuring smile, but that made his guilt just get even worse.
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The Potter Twins and the Philosopher's Stone
Fanfiction"No matter where we go, at least we'll be together." "Right. Together." "Always?" "Until the very end." ******* Harry Potter. The boy who lived. Defeated he-who-must-not-be-named. What if there was one more? Emilia Potter. The GIRL who lived. Defea...
