two faced | draco malfoy - year 1

10 Years Later

"Up! Get Up! Up now!" My Aunt Petunia yelled at me and my sleeping brother. I had already been awake, sketching a picture of Dudley, my cousin, with devil eyes and horns.

Harry jumped up and covered his face with a blanket. He groaned at the sound of Aunt Petunia pulling out a frying pan and placing it on the stove.

We hear footsteps headed towards the cupboard door, which is where we stayed, "Are you up yet!?" It was Aunt Petunia, again.

"Nearly,"Harry and I yell back, in sync.

"Well hurry up! I want you to look after the bacon and don't you dare burn it! I want everything to be perfect for Duddy's birthday! And stop talking at the same time!" Aunt Petunia's annoying voice rang through my ears.

Harry got up and put socks on. I hated socks, so I slipped on my pair of old house shoes instead. I pulled on a black sweater -which was the only sweater I had- and it was harboring two spiders. I swiped them away quickly. I was used to spiders since I spent my last 10 years living with them.

"How could we possibly forget the king of the world's birthday?" I say, sarcastically. All Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia talked about for the past month was Dudley's birthday.

Harry and I walked into the kitchen, laughing at my joke. Our laughs silenced when we walked in to see the kitchen table piled high in Dudley's presents. I rolled my eyes and walked over to the bacon to flip it. Harry just stood there and stared at the presents.

Dudley came running downstairs and started counting his presents immediately, with a large grin on his face. "35... 36..." Dudley's grin turned into anger, "36? That's two less than last year!"

"Darling. You haven't counted Aunt Margie's present under Mommy and Daddy's big present, there." Aunt Petunia smiled.

"Alright, 37 then!" Dudley shouted at his Mother, as he took a seat at the dinning table. Harry put two fried eggs on a plate, and I placed afew peices of bacon and a slice of toast. I sat the plate down in front of Dudley, hoping to prevent a temper tantrum. Typically this would work. He loves to shove his face full of food.

"Well then pumpkin, we'll buy you two more presents while we're out today, okay Duddy?" Aunt Petunia told Dudley. I rolled my eyes at how spoiled Dudley was, and Uncle Vernon sent me a deadly glare as I put a plate of eggs, bacon, and toast in front of him.

Dudley thought about it for a moment before, "That'll be... thirty... thirty..."

"39, you idiot." I mutter quietly to the boy.

Harry looks at me and slaps my arm hard.

"No one asked you, girl." Uncle Vernon snarled.

Dudley must've not heard my comment , and continued, "Oh. Well, alright then."

Dudley started unwrapping gifts as Aunt Petunia answered the ringing telephone. I stood and ate my breakfast, which was toast that Harry burned. He can fry eggs but can't make toast. I think frying eggs is the only thing he can do. I certainly do most of the cooking. Harry gets far too distracted to remove toast from the toaster on time.

Aunt Petunia came in with an angry look on her face, "Bad news, Vernon. Mrs. Figgs broke her leg. She can't take them." Mrs. Figgs usually babysat Harry and I when the Dursley's went somewhere. Every year on Dudley's birthday, they took him to the Zoo and we would be stuck with Mrs. Figgs. She wasn't exactly mean, but she wasn't exactly nice either. She had a bunch of cats, and she was old. Old cat ladies are the best, because they just tell you to sit down and watch T.V, and that's exactly what she told us to do. I didn't like her, but she was better than the Dursleys.