He Wasn't The Only One

Lila's POV
"Wake up Potters! Wake up! Now!" My aunt yelled.
I groan as I start to sit up.
"Come on Harry! Let's go!"
He gets up with a sigh and looks at me intently.

"Your hair's doing it again you know, It's turning black."

I stared at the ends of my ruby red hair and saw that in fact they had turned black.
Again the ostrich (AKA Aunt Petunia) rapped at the door of our cupboard under the stairs.
Did I mention that both mine and Harry's parents are dead? Well as we've by our abusive aunt and uncle, they died in a car crash and we turned up on their doorstep.

When we walked out into the kitchen, my uncle immediately started shouting orders at us.
"Oi Potters! Fry up the bacon and don't let it burn!" He yelled
"Yes that's right and then after that, put the toast in the toaster!" I want everything to be perfect for my little dinky-duddy dums birthday!" She gushed.

I glared at both of them my hair turning black again.

My uncle sends me a warning look and I look down and start doing what they asked.

My uncle has been abusing me ever since I was old enough to walk. It seems that anything I do sends him into a rage. And also he asks for help from my pig of a cousin.

Speak of the devil here he comes....

"Last year I got 39 presents
! I only see 36 here!" He says, the spoiled little brat he is.

"All right sweetums, we'll get you two more presents when we go
out and don't forget about Aunt Marge's present." The ostrich squawks!