ELIZA'S POV
"Harry! Psst, Harry, wake up!"
"What Liza?!" Harry groaned annoyed I woke him up. Well piss on him, I was just trying to help.
"There's a letter for you! You have to open it, or mummy won't let you keep it! Your letters do keep disappearing..."
"Don't call her mummy!", Harry spat in disgust, like the twelve year old boy he is. LAME.
"Sorry, bad habit" I said, flashing a signiture smile, because hey, I'm adorable. I had found out that Petunia and Vernon weren't my parents the day Hagrid came to take Harry to Hogwarts, because I got to go along shopping with them, and everyone seemed to know me. I thought it was weird, until Harry wrote to me, telling me I was famous. It was a shock, but I always expected it because deep down I've always known I'm just destined to be fabulous. Like a bunny. If I had a bunny, I'd name him fabulous. I want a bunny, so...
I WANT FABULOUS! THAT IS MY SIMPLE REQUEST!
Sorry, sidetrack!
"Just go back to bed, Liza. I'll open it in the morning. Why are you even up?" Typical Harry. The questions! So many questio-
"And what do you mean, my letters keep disappearing? Is there something you're not telling me?" There go the questions again.
"Well, you always have letters by the same owl in the morning, and then they're gone. I assumed mumm- I mean, Aunt Petunia was taking them." It was hard for me not to keep saying Mummy, because that's what I called her. She and Daddy- I mean, Uncle Vernon, didn't know that I knew who my real parents were, beacuse they're ignorant twats.
"Ugh, I'm going back to bed. Stay home tomorrow when they go school shopping for 'Duddykins' "- I snickered- "and we can talk more," he said and turned his face into his pillow for his MUCH NEEDED beauty sleep, because trust me, not much more can help that face.
"Can't, we go school shopping for me too," I frowned. School shopping sucks. I hate uniforms. I like to wear fancy dresses and do my hair, but at my school, it's all "Grey this, green that, you can't look nice". Although I use my cute face to break rules a lot. Did I mention I'm cute? Like a bunny. Damnit, now I want Fabulous again.
FABULOUS!
So anyway, I'm all bad ass ninja, like "hey, grey makes me clinically depressed, so I'm gonna have to wear pink today. Sorry.
I'm just ranting now, because Harry went back to sleep.
Ignorant toe rag.
Is that a thing? What even is a toe rag?
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TWO DAYS LATER
"Now, when Mr. and Mrs. Mason arrive, where will you be, Petunia?", Uncle Vernon asked. It was really hard for me to hate them like Harry did, because they treated me beautifully, and they treated me for 10 1/2 years like their own.
"In the kitchen, preparing tea", she asnwered stoutly.
"And you, Dudley?" She asked my "brother", passing along the chain.
"I'll be waiting at the door", he said haughtily. Fuck, I hate that kid. He sounded like a rabbit who smoked a pack a day. Not a bunny, either. A big, ugly rabbit that's too fat for a cage.
"And you, darling?" Mummy said, cupping my face. Screw Harry (actually, no. Don't screw Harry), I'll call her Mummy if I want to call her mummy.
"I'll be doing my rading upstairs, and come back at... 8:30 to say hello and display my acheivments", I said dutifully, being the fabulous child I am.
