The Potter Twins and the Philospher's Stone [COMPLETED]

I

"Get up! Get up!" Petunia Dursley screamed through the woodworm eaten door of the cupboard under the stairs. I groaned. "We're coming," my twin brother Harry called, tossing his floppy black hair out of his face.

I heard the bold slide and pushed the door open, shaking some spiders from my spiky flame-red hair. I winced as I hit my head on the ceiling of the cupboard, cursing and receiving a slap from Aunt Petunia.

Harry did exactly the same as me as he emerged from our tiny bedroom. "Quickly up and cook the breakfast!" Petunia commanded. "I want everything perfect for my Dudder's birthday."

"Yes, Aunt Petunia," we mumbled, stretching and yawning. I cooked the bacon whilst Harry started on some eggs. Just then, my portly (and that's being generous) uncle Vernon came through the kitchen door, mumbling obscenities under his breath when he saw me. "I thought we agreed that Samuel was in the cupboard for today after yesterday's ruckus?" He demanded to Aunt Petunia.

She nodded sheepishly. "I completely forgot, Vernon. Sam, get back to the cupboard!" I cast a woeful look at Harry as Vernon pushed me down the hallway and into the cupboard. I heard the bolt slide and I saw Vernon's mad eye through the keyhole.

"Just be grateful it isn't a week," he hissed. Yesterday, I was being chased by Dudley's gang of pigs and ended up on the roof of the school bike shed. I had no clue how it happened and although I kept protesting that that I didn't mean to Vernon refused to speak to me.

By then, Dudley was coming downstairs and jumped up and down where the cupboard was like he did everyday. I swear the ceiling was about to fall in. Dust trickled down onto my hair and I shook my head like a dog that had just come out of the water.

I settled down on my mattress, grateful for the extra room because Harry wasn't there. I felt sorry for him being in the kitchen on his own.

I heard Dudley counting his excessive birthday presents and waited for it... "thirty six? Last year I got thirty-SEVEN!" Pig screamed. "Calm down Dudders..." Petunia told him. "We'll buy you two new ones later."

I cursed the spoilt brat and fingered the lightning-shaped scar on my forehead as the telephone rang. "Oh dear..." I heard Petunia say. "What will we do? Don't worry, get better soon."

"Vernon," I heard her say gravely. "Mrs Figg's broken her leg. She can't take the freaks."

I could imagine Vernon turning bright red as I hissed in delight. Mrs Figg was old and wrinkly and she and her house smelled of cats. Harry and I hated it there. I wondered what the Dursleys would do.

"Aunt Marge... no, she hates them..."

"Your friend, Yvonne?" "Nope, she's on holiday..."

"We could always stay here," I heard Harry suggest eagerly. "We won't cause any trouble," I called from inside the cupboard.

"No, you can't stay here! We'll find the house razed to the ground!" Vernon shouted. "They'll have to come with us," Petunia said angrily. I prayed a prayer of thanks to every god I knew, and I'm pretty sure some superheroes were thrown in there too. We were going to the zoo!

At that point, I heard Dudley burst into loud, extremely fake tears. "Th-they c-can't come with us," he pretended to sob. "They always r-ruin everything!"

"Don't worry Dudders," Petunia comforted. "They won't ruin it this time."

I hoped that nothing strange would happen today, for my summer holiday's sake. Unfortunately, it was not to be.