Sister, Sister↠R. Weasley

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Residents who lived along Privet Drive prided themselves on the knowledge that they lived on the most normal, most perfect street in all of Surrey. There was a very simple yet very strict routine that all seemingly followed without plan, which made them feel even more perfect. At precisely eight every weekday morning mothers and fathers would kiss their little boys and girls on the forehead and hand them their meticulously packed lunch (the paper bag was always rolled up thrice, mind). The children, bright eyed and bouncing with anticipation to see their friends, as all youth on Privet Dr. were amazingly morning birds and very extroverted, would in turn kiss each parent on their cheek and skip off to await transportation. The little nook under the Sanderson’s large oak tree where the bus picked the children up was visible from all angles, so their parents could watch the small delights switch out fruit snack pouches and sandwiches according to their personal taste. The adults would wait until every last green plaid uniform and set of pigtails tied in ribbons was safely out of view and on the transport then commenced with the rest of their morning. The wives would kiss their husbands and hand them their lunch (this time only rolled twice, don’t ask why), and the husbands would leave for work.

Well, unless the husband was Mr. Don Polkiss, who had to be at his job at a chemical plant at six, even on weekends. He didn’t have the time to return home every morning just to kiss his children.

Piers and Octavia, Mr. Polkiss’s children, worried about this fact often. The only other child on the street who didn’t get a kiss in the morning was Harry Potter. Harry didn’t get a kiss because he was an orphan, and extremely abnormal. Little Harry was the single roadblock on the neighborhood’s road to being a complete utopia, with all of his weirdness. Piers and Octavia feared that people would start to believe that they were abnormal too if they were only getting kisses from their mother.

They found their own ways to make it very clear that they were nothing like that freak, though.

Piers became fast friends with Dudley Dursley, the sweet and doted on cousin of the weirdo. He was often allowed to join in on Dudley’s plans to exploit and tease him, which sent the message to the Mr. and Mrs. Dursley that he was also appalled by the imperfection that followed their nephew everywhere. Piers and Dudley were beloved, or should I say feared, by the entirety of their school and were the dynamic duo to beat.

Octavia, who preferred to be called Via, knew early on that if anyone took note of the differences in the Polkiss family morning routine Piers could easily be outed as a hypocrite. So she had an elaborate plan to save their butts. By the second grade she had made or renovated every single object in her wardrobe to be far more stylish than any of her classmates could pull off. They begged her to tell them her secret. How could she possibly be so fancy, so polished, so rich? She didn’t tell her it was her own doing, no. She told her impressionable young classmates that she had gone to Milan with her darling mum one weekend and bought all of the clothes she desired. The other girls would fuss, of course. Why wouldn’t their mums take them to Milan? Her response was that it was due to their fathers being at home all the time. As no respectable man would want to go to Milan to shop for clothes, their mothers had to make plans that the entire family would enjoy. Since her father was always at work (she would smirk as she told them this part) she could have and do whatever she pleased. She also added that Piers, a rambunctious young lad, had the entire house to himself when they went to do such things, enticing the boys too. Eventually the children were begging their fathers to stay away at work longer as well.

So even though their entire empire was built on Via's lies, the Polkiss siblings had the child population of Privet Drive, excluding that rat Harry Potter, wrapped around their little fingers. They were the definition of perfect in all but Harry’s eyes, the sweetest little angels to grace their quaint neighborhood. They loved it that way. It gave them control over what happened to them… and, as an added bonus, others. They were the king and queen while the other children were peasants who got little of the kingdom but continued to praise them.

That was until the queen’s crown fell off and chipped beyond repair.

Was it the end of her fruitful dominion? Or could she just build a newer, even shinier crown?

We’ll just have to see.

oh woww i love this story so much already.

i rlly dont remember where this story idea came from but i do kno it takes a lot of inspiration from that leo dicaprio movie inception so... get ready kids its going to be a doozy.

its really hard for me to write some of vias opinions cause of how against them i am but, like, thats what character development is for she will get better kids.

ooo im so freaking excited for this ajkhkhjhhhhh hopefully the first chapter will be up soon yee