My parents died in a car accident, and from that moment my brother Harry and I had to live with our aunt Petunia and uncle Vernon. They have a son, Dudley, who is one year older the I am. He has the same age as my brother. We live in a very ordinary house, in a very ordinary lane with very ordinary people. So it's pretty boring.
The Dursleys let me and Harry do all the mute chores. So we don't really like them and they don't like us. They are always complaining about how expensive it is to have to extra children to take care of. I also have the impression that they didn't liked our parents either, because we may never ask about them nor have they any photo's of them.
But one letter changed our lives completely.
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Darcy Potter
FanfictionEverybody in the Wizard World seems to know The Boy Who Lived, but nobody ever heard of his little sister untill she goes to Hogwarts. She finds out what Voldemort wants from her and why her brother must die. All this, while she slowly falls for Dra...
