•Leviosa• Fred Weasley

Chapter 2- Zoo

It's been about 10 years now since the twins where left at the Dursley's. They're all grown up now. Harry with his black disheveled hair, his round glasses, and the lightning bolt on his forehead. Rosalinda had beautiful, long, red hair (just like her mother), she had the most mesmerizing green eyes, and fair pale skin and the same mark as Harry except behind her ear. What happens next definitely was unexpected...

Privet Drive had hardly changed at all.
The sun rose on the same tidy front gardens and lit up the brass number four on the Dursleys' front door; the sun rays crept into their living room, which was almost exactly the same as it had been on the night when Mr. Dursley had seen that fateful news report about the owls. The photographs on the mantelpiece where the only evidence time had passed really.

Ten years ago, there had been lots of pictures of what looked like a large pink beach ball wearing different-colored bonnets — but Dudley Dursley was no longer a baby, and now the photographs showed a large brown haired boy who was definitely very grown. The room held no sign at all that any other children lived in the house, too.

Although Harry and Rosalinda Potter was still there, asleep at the moment, but not for long.
There Aunt Petunia was awake and it was her shrill voice that made the first noise of the day "Up! Get up Now!" Harry and Rosalinda awoke with a start. There aunt continued to tap on the door. "Up!" She screeched.The twins heard their aunt walking toward the kitchen and then the sound of the frying pan being put on the stove. Harry rolled onto his back and tried to remember the dream he had been having.
It had been a good one.There had been a flying motorcycle in it. He had a funny feeling he'd had the same dream before. Seeing him like this Rosaline asked "Whats going on Harry?"
To which Harry replied with the dream he was having. This made Rosalinda wonder because she had the same dream and it seemed all to familiar to her. "I've had the same dream Harry.... It- It felt so .. Real" says Rosalinda. "I know it's like I've somehow seen it before" Harry then replies. Both twins look at each other and brush it off.

Their aunt came back to the door "Are you up Yet?" The twins then replied "Nearly" "Well, get a move on, I want you both to look after the bacon. And don't you dare let it burn, I want everything perfect on Duddy's birthday." Says Petunia. Both twins then groan in annoyance. "What did you say?" Petunia snaps through the door. Both twins look at each other and then Rosalinda replies with "Nothing, Nothing..." hoping for their aunt to drop it. Then hearing their aunt walk away "Dudley's birthday — how could we have forgotten?" Says Rosalinda in shock. Harry then shrugs his shoulders in response. The twins got slowly out of bed and started looking for socks.They finally both found a pair. Harry's under his bed with a spider on one of them. Rosalinda sitting on the floor beside her. The twins was used to spiders, because the cupboard under the stairs was full of them.

When they where both dressed they went down the hall into the kitchen. The table was almost hidden beneath all of Dudley's birthday presents. It looked as though Dudley had gotten the new computer he wanted, not to mention the second television and the racing bike. Both twins shared a look wondering why Dudley would even want a racing back. The twins where both rather small and petite for their age compared to Dudley. Both twins including Rosalinda despite being a girl had to wear Dudleys left over clothes (on occasions maybe Rosaline would get Petunias hand me downs.)

Harry and Rosalinda always wondered where there scars came from " In the car crash when your parents died," was always the answer they would get from Petunia. She'd also tell them to stop asking questions.
Don't ask questions — that was the first rule for a quiet life with the Dursleys. Uncle Vernon entered the kitchen as Rosalinda was turning over the bacon. "Comb your hair!"
he barked at Harry, by way of a morning greeting. About once a week, Uncle Vernon looked over the top of his newspaper and shouted that Harry needed a haircut.
Harry had more haircuts than the rest of the boys in his class put together, but it made no difference, his hair simply grew that way — all over the place. Harry was frying eggs and Rosalinda was setting up plates by the time Dudley arrived in the kitchen with his mother.
Dudley looked a lot like Uncle Vernon now that he had grown.He had a large pink face, not much neck, small, watery brown eyes, and thick brown hair that lay smoothly on his thick, fat head.Aunt Petunia often said that Dudley looked like a baby angel. Meanwhile Harry and Rosalinda would often crack jokes that Dudley looked like a pig in a wig.