The Twins Who Lived

Chapter One

Mr. and Mrs. Dursley of (I am) Number Four Privet Drive were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much.

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Harry James Potter would have liked to sleep in on the morning of June 23, but fate wouldn't allow it. Fate being his twin sister, Rose Lily Potter.

"Harry Potter! You wake up this instant! If I have to spend time in the kitchen listening to Dudley, Aunt Petunia, and Uncle Vernon by myself, I will personally suffocate you in your sleep." the angry voice of Rose hissed.

"Alright! Alright! Don't get your knickers in a twist, sis." Harry mumbled, rolling off of the small cot that he had to share with his sister in the cupboard under the stairs.

"I'm about to twist your knickers, brother dear, if you don't get your lazy bum out of the door and into the kitchen." Rose left the last warning before shutting the door to their cupboard behind her.

"Jeez. What's her problem?" Harry mumbled, reaching for a pair of socks to put on.

Rose's problem was that she was rushing around the small kitchen to prepare the giant breakfast feast that Aunt Petunia had ordered for her darling son. While she flitted about from the stove to the sink and back again as she tried to wash the dishes that the Dursley's had left the night before and make food.

Harry was the one who was supposed to clean the dirty dishes, but he had neglected to do so before retiring to the cot.

"Stinking brother who can't remember the simplest of things. He would forget where he put his glasses if I didn't remind him." Rose mumbled under her breath angrily as she flipped pancakes.

"Hey, Rose. Have you seen where my glasses went?" Harry inquired, shuffling into the kitchen.

Rose looked up from the bowl she was trying to scrub and nearly hit her face upon the porcelain. There stood her twin brother, Harry, with his glasses resting atop his messy hair.

"Look up, Harry." Rose told him in a flat voice.

"I don't think that my glasses are going to be on the ceiling. Now where did I place them-OH!" Harry had mumbled the would be question to himself, while reaching up to scratch his head, when his hands hit the cool glass of his circular spectacles.

"Wow, Harry. They were on your head. Why didn't I tell you that?" I deadpanned, turning to take the pancakes off the stove and onto the waiting plate.

"Yeah, why didn't you? It would've save us the troubl-OH!" Harry was stumbling upon many discoveries that morning.

"Yes, oh." Rose sniffed.

"You should have been more clear-" Harry complained, but he was cut off by the high-pitched and irritating voice of their Aunt Petunia.

"I do hope that you haven't poisoned my darling Dudikins' food." Aunt Petunia sneered.

"Wouldn't dream of it!" Rose sang.

Aunt Petunia stopped to inspect the finished pancakes before giving a sniff of approval. Harry stood against the wall of the kitchen and watched his sister rushing about the place.

Harry had to admit, although they were twins, he and his sister did not look alike. Rose had bright, flaming, red hair, a pair of hazel eyes, and the dotting of light freckles upon her fair skin. Harry, on the other hand, sported the messiest black hair that could messy, emerald green eyes, and circular glasses held together by a giant mass of tape. The one thing that they did have in common were the lightning shaped scars, but those were in different locations. Harry's scar sat above his right brow, where Rose's could be found on the skin on the back left of her neck.