Nico at Hogwarts:1 {DISCONTINUED}

Remembering is such a pain.......

HUGE DISCLAIMER: RICK AND J.K. ARE AWESOME!!!!!!!!!

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Nico P.O.V.

   Nothing.

  That's all I can remember before Harry.

  Ow. Ow. Ouch. Ow. Ow.

    My head hurts, I think.

Okay. The last thing I remember....The last...the last....Gah. Nothing.

I end my mental torment called thinking as Dudley came waddling up to me.

"What do you want now?" I ask him.

He  looked scared as he mumbled something about 'garden' and 'Harry'.

I immediately understood. Harry had gotten into trouble and now Harry and I had to work in the garden.

   I stood up and Dudley flinched involuntarily, backing away.

               I laughed mentally, because he was scared of me. But  I could understand why.

   I looked exactly like what Harry would look like if he was evil. His eyes and skin tone were the only difference from me. We both were short, with out of control spiky black hair; we both were very skinny and scrawny; we even had the same facial features, if we didn't smile at all we would look exceptionally evil.

      Harry and I are different too. Harry's eyes are a bright emerald color, while my eyes are such a deep brown that its almost black. His skin tone is as normal as it gets in London, and my skin is so pale that if I lay still long enough, people might actually think I'm dead.

     We consider ourselves brothers, twins even. Harry's my best friend and I'm his.

   If I didn't get punished along with him, I would help him anyway.

       Sadly, we both don't have parents so we live with Harry's aunt and uncle, with their whale of a son, Dudley. I repeatedly refuse to call either of them 'Aunt' or ' Uncle'. I know for a fact that I'm not related to any of them except maybe Harry. Only, Harry can't say the same for himself. We all know that he is really related to them. Though you can't tell, really.

    As I make my way towards the garden I see Harry walking out of the house rubbing the back of his neck. I walk over to him.

"What did you do this time?" I ask, making him jump."Sorry." I grin.

"Its okay. Apparently I didn't comb my hair. Is it really that obvious?" he  joked.

  I laughed. We both know that we couldn't get a comb halfway through either of our heads without it breaking, so we just gave up on the idea entirely. A comb hadn't came near either of our heads for years, and you could tell.

   "Well, you can't really tell that much at first."

        "Okay lets get started. What all does the pig's mother want us to do?" I ask. I know that she doesn't only want us to do the garden. Harry pulls out a list and reads it aloud for me.

"Clean the garden,

  paint the shed,

  cut the grass," I was starting to zone out.

   "— fix the bench, wash the car, trim the hedges—"

      My headache came back, sharper than before. Then I get a weird image in my head of a short guy waving a baseball bat screaming Die Cupcakes!

    Then the pain fades away, leaving me on my knees with my head in my hands.

"Hey, you okay mate?" Harry asked  from somewhere above me.

" I think......." the pain had come back. "I think I know someone named Hedge......maybe ...... I don't know why......." I say weakly.

Then I black out, subconsciously feeling guilty for leaving Harry to the chores all by himself........