So, here it is! My Harry Potter fic. I hate that dumb 'wait two days' thing when you first sign up, but now I can finally post! Anyways, I decided to skip the first chapter, "The Boy Who Lived" one, because, well, I'm just too lazy to write it XD.

Well, I guess all I have to say is that this is going to be like the book, not the movie, although their might be some things from the movie. And there's going to be enough drama and stuff to keep you interested…I hope.

I also plan to do every seven of the books, so it'd be great if you guys REVIEW to give me motivation and let me know if you guys will like this. Because, I don't wanna be writing all seven books with my OC in them if you guys aren't enjoying what I'm writing, if you know what I mean. Wow, this is getting long…

DISCLAIMER: I wish I did…but I don't. Sad, isn't it?

I think that's about it…

See you at the bottom!

NEARLY ten years had passed since the Dursleys had woken up to find their nephew and niece on the front step, but 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; it 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. Only the photographs on the mantelpiece had really shown how much time had passed. Ten years ago, there had been lost 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 blond boy riding his first bicycle, on a carousel at the fair, playing a computer game with his father, being hugged and kissed by his mother. The room held no sign at all that another boy and a young girl lived in the house, too.

Yet Harry and Ellie Potter were still there, both asleep at the moment, but not for long. Their Aunt Petunia was awake and it was her shrill and loud voice that made the first noise of the day.

"Up! Get up! Now!"

Harry jolted awake with a start. His sister merely rolled over, her leg and arm hanging off of the narrow twin bed, and groaned, but didn't awakened. Petunia rapped on the door again.

"Up!" she screeched. Harry heard her walking toward the kitchen and then the sound of the frying pan being put on the stove. He 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 - and Ellie. Harry felt his face begin to heat up, but quickly snapped out of it. After all it was wrong to fancy your sister, right?

His aunt was back outside the door.

"Are you lot up yet?" she demanded as Ellie rolled over again, her pale face facing Harry.

"Nearly," muttered Harry.

"Well, get a move on, I want you to look after the bacon. And don't you dare let it burn, I want everything prefect on Duddy's birthday."

Harry groaned loudly. Ellie's eyes fluttered open, showing a pair of stormy gray eyes. Her brother gave her an apologetic look and jerked his thumb toward the cupboard door, nodding slowly. She understood; her aunt was outside the door, gibbering on at such an early morning.

"What did you say?" their aunt snapped through the door causing Ellie to wince. Aunt Petunia always had such a screechy voice like that of an owl.

"Nothing, nothing…"

Dudley's birthday - something that wasn't very popular among the two siblings. Groaning, Ellie slowly sat up and cracked her back as her brother got out of bed and started looking for socks. He found two pairs under the narrow twin bed they had to share, and after pulling spiders off of them, he wordlessly handed his sister a pair and put a pair on himself. Harry and Ellie were used to spiders, because the even narrower cupboard under the stairs was full of them, and that was where they slept.

After giving each other privacy to dress, both of them in over-sized jeans and t-shirts, they traveled down the corridor. Once they entered the kitchen, Ellie grimaced. The table was almost hidden beneath all Dudley's presents. It looked as though Dudley had gotten the new computer he wanted, not to mention the second television and the racing bike. Exactly why Dudley wanted a racing bike was a mystery to the Potter twins', as Dudley was very fat and hated exercise - unless, of course, it involved punching somebody. Dudley's favorite punching bag was Harry, and when Ellie had stepped in to protect her brother, they both took off into a run, for Dudley could never catch them. They didn't look it, but both siblings were very fast.

Perhaps it had something to do with living in a dark cupboard, but Harry had always been small and skinny for his age, Ellie even tinier than him and only reaching to Harry's chin. They both looked even smaller and skinnier than they really were because all they had to wear were old clothes of Dudley's, and Dudley was about four times bigger than Harry, eight for Ellie. Both had thin faces, Ellie's more heart-shaped and feminine and knobbly knees. Harry's hair was pure jet-black and his eyes green; Ellie's was a light brown, but still pretty dark, which was how people thought they were siblings, but the only things odd was her gray eyes. Also, her brother wore glasses held together with a lot of Scotch tape because of all the times Dudley had punched him on the nose. The only thing that seemed totally the same about these twins were the matching lighting bolt shaped scars on their foreheads, both usually covered by their bangs. They had had them as long as they could remember, and the first question they could ever remember asking their Aunt Petunia was how they'd gotten it.

"In the car crash, when your parents died," she had said. But neither had believed her. After all, how could two people have the same scar from the same accident? Ellie was about to open her mouth to ask another question, but Petunia silenced her with a glare. "And don't ask questions!"

Don't ask question - that was the first rule for a quiet life with the Dursleys.

Uncle Vernon entered the kitchen as Harry was turning over the bacon; he didn't dare let his sister cook again after she'd set the eggs on fire a few weeks ago and had almost burned down the house. He could still feel his eyebrows burning. So, Ellie eagerly watched her brother from the side, not paying any attention to her uncle's appearance.

"Comb your hair!" he barked sharply at Harry, by way of a morning greeting. Ellie scowled at him; he always picked on her brother's hair and she didn't like it. It wasn't Harry's fault his hair was everywhere.

About once a week, Uncle Vernon looked over the top of his newspaper and shouted that Harry needed a haircut (Ellie always blessed herself that Vernon never thought of her). Harry must have 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 the eggs, Ellie still watching, by the time Dudley entered the kitchen with his thin mother. Dudley looked a lot like Uncle Vernon. He had a large pink face, not much neck, small, watery blue eyes, and thick blond hair that lay smoothly on his thick, fat head. Aunt Petunia often said that Dudley looked like a baby angel - Harry often said that Dudley looked like a pig in a wig, which Ellie also agreed and that caused both to bust out into laughter.

Harry, along with Ellie's help, put the plates of eggs and bacon on the table, which was difficult as there wasn't much room. Dudley, meanwhile, was counting his presents. As the siblings took their seats, wooden chairs sitting side-by-side, Dudley's face fell shortly.

"Thirty-six," he said, looking up at his mother and father. "That's two less than last year."

"Darling, you haven't counted Auntie Marge's present, see, it's here under this big one from Mommy and Daddy."

"All right, thirty-seven, then," said Dudley, going red in the face.

After giving each other a worried glance, Ellie and Harry began wolfing their bacon down as fast as possible, seeing a tantrum coming on, and they didn't want to take their chances of having Dudley flipping the table over again.

Aunt Petunia obviously scented danger, too, because she said quickly, "And we'll buy you another two presents while we're out today. How's that, popkin? Two more presents. Is that all right?"

Dudley thought for a moment. Poor kid, it looked like hard work. Finally, he said slowly, "So, I'll have thirty…thirty…"

"Thirty-nine, sweetums," said Aunt Petunia.

"Oh." Dudley sat down heavily and grabbed the nearest parcel. "All right, then."

Uncle Vernon chuckled. "Little tyke wants his money's worth, just like his father. 'Atta boy, Dudley!" He ruffled Dudley's hair while Harry and Ellie both rolled their eyes.

At that moment the telephone rang and Aunt Petunia went to answer it while Harry, Ellie, and Uncle Vernon watched Dudley unwrap the racing bike, a video camera, a remote control airplane, sixteen new computer games, and a VCR. He was ripping the paper off a gold wristwatch when Aunt Petunia came back from the telephone looking both angry and worried.

"Bad news, Vernon," she said grimly. "Mrs. Figg's broken her leg. She can't take them." She jerked her head in Harry and Ellie's direction. A small smile appeared on Ellie's face as she grabbed her brother's hand and squeezed it excitedly.

Every year on Dudley's birthday, his parents took him and a friend out for the day, to adventure parks, hamburger restaurants, or the movies. And every year, Harry and Ellie was left behind with Mrs. Figg, a mad old lady who lived two streets away. Ellie hated it there; the whole house smelled of cabbage and Mrs. Figg made them look at photographs of all the cats she'd ever owned.

"Now what?" Petunia questioned, looking furiously at Harry more so than Ellie, as though he'd planned this. Ellie felt her eyes go into slits as Harry squeezed her hand to calm her; of the two, Ellie had quite the temper on her, which caused them a lot of punishments. Both twins knew they ought to feel sorry that their neighbor had broken her leg, but Ellie reminded herself it would be a whole year before they had to look at Tibbles, Snowy, Mr. Paws, and Tufty again.

"We could phone Marge," Uncle Vernon suggested.

"Don't be silly, Vernon, she hates the children."

The Dursleys often spoke about Harry and Ellie like this, as though they weren't there - or rather, as though they were something very nasty that couldn't understand them, like a slug. Ellie felt her anger rise; she was getting sick of being treated like this.

"What about what's-her-name, your friend - Yvonne?"

"On vacation in Majorca," snapped Aunt Petunia.

"You could just leave us here," Harry put in hopefully, throwing a small smile to his sister. That would be fun, they would be able to watch what they wanted on television for a change and maybe even have a go on Dudley's computer.

Aunt Petunia looked as though she'd just swallowed a lemon.

"And come back and find the house in ruins?" she snarled menacingly.

"We won't blow up the house," spat Ellie through gritted teeth, clutching Harry's hand so hard that it was actually hurting. They didn't listen.

"I suppose we could take them to the zoo," said Aunt Petunia slowly, "…and leave them in the car…"

"The car's new, they're sitting in there, I won't allow it…"

Dudley began to cry loudly. In fact, he wasn't really crying - it had been years since he'd really cried - but he knew that if he screwed up his face and wailed, his mother would give him everything he wanted.

"Dinky Duddydums, don't cry, Mummy won't let him spoil your special day!" she cried, flinging her arms around him.

"I…don't…want…them…t-t-to come!" Dudley yelled between huge, pretend sobs. "They always sp-spoil everything!" He shot Harry and Ellie a nasty grin through the gap in his mother's arms, causing Harry to wrap his arms around his sister's waist to restrain her from jumping him.

Just then, the doorbell rang - "Oh, good Lord, they're here!" exclaimed Aunt Petunia frantically - and a moment later, Dudley's best friend, Piers Polkiss, walked in with his mother. Piers was a scrawny boy with a face like a rat; he was usually the one who held people's arms behind their backs while Dudley hit them. He flashed Ellie a charming smile and ran a hand through his hair; Ellie shrank back in disgust while Harry's arms tighten dangerously around her waist as he glared (how dare he look at my sister like that?). Dudley stopped pretending to cry at once.

Half an hour later, Ellie and Harry couldn't believe their luck. He was sitting in the back in-between Piers and Dudley, Ellie in the front in-between their aunt and uncle. They were on the way to the zoo for the first time. Their aunt and uncle hadn't been able to think of anything else to do with them, but before they'd left, Uncle Vernon had roughly taken Ellie and Harry aside.

"I'm warning you," he had said, putting his large purple face right up close to theirs; Ellie had shrunken back but stared determinedly while Harry glared, trying to keep his sister a little bit behind him. "I'm warning you now, you lot - any funny business, anything at all - and you'll be in that cupboard from now until Christmas."

"We won't do anything," said Harry, "honestly…"

But Uncle Vernon didn't believe him. No one ever did.

The problem was, strange things often happened around Harry and Ellie and it was just no good telling the Dursleys he didn't make them happen. Once, Aunt Petunia, tired of Harry coming back from the barbers looking as though he hadn't been at all, had taken a pair of kitchen scissors and cut his hair so short he was almost bald except for his bangs, which she left "to hide that horrible scar." Dudley laughed himself silly at Harry, who spent a sleepless night imagining school the next day, Ellie trying (in vain) to comfort him, where he was already laughed at for his baggy clothes and taped glasses. Next morning, however, he had gotten up to find his hair exactly as it had been before Aunt Petunia had sheared it off. Ellie and him had been given a week in the cupboard for this, even though they'd tried to explain that he didn't know how it had grown back so quickly.

Another time happened with Ellie. Uncle Vernon had said some nasty things, looking back on it, Ellie couldn't remember, but all she knew was the next minute, ever light in house had blown up and shattered, causing Aunt Petunia to screech and Uncle Vernon to backhand her. That night, Harry had carefully tended to the bruise until they'd fallen asleep, but when she woke up, it was gone. They'd been given another week in the cupboard for this.

The next incident happened with Harry just a month ago. Aunt Petunia had been trying to force him into a revolting old sweater of Dudley's (brown with orange puff balls) - The harder she tried to pull it over his head, the smaller it seemed to become, until finally it might have fitted a hand puppet, but certainly wouldn't fit Harry. Aunt Petunia had decided it must have shrunk in the wash and, to his great relief, Harry wasn't punished.

On the other hand, they'd both gotten into terrible trouble for being found on the roof of the school kitchens. Dudley's gang had been chasing Ellie and Harry as usual when, as much to their surprise as everyone else's, there they were sitting on the chimney. The Dursleys had received an angry letter from Harry and Ellie's headmistress telling them they had been climbing school buildings. But all Harry tried to do (while Ellie sat somberly on the bed; Harry was shouting at Vernon through the locked door of his cupboard) was jump behind the big trash cans outside the kitchen doors. Ellie and Harry supposed that the wind must have caught him in mid-jump.

But today, nothing was going to go wrong. It was even worth being with Dudley and Piers (and of course his sister) to be spending the day somewhere that wasn't school, his cupboard, or Mrs. Figg's cabbage-smelling living room.

While he drove, Uncle Vernon complained loudly to Aunt Petunia, making Ellie's ears ring. She knew she would be deaf by the time they got back home. He lied to complain about things: people at work, Harry and Ellie, the council, Harry and Ellie, the bank, and Harry and Ellie were just a few of his favorite subjects. This morning, it was motorcycles.

"…roaring along like maniacs, the young hoodlums," he said, as a motorcycle overtook them.

Without thinking, Harry proclaimed, "I had a dream about a motorcycle. It was flying and -" but he stopped. He couldn't tell them that he'd dreamed his sister was with him, nor the fact that he really didn't think of her as a sister, which was wrong.

Uncle Vernon nearly crashed into the car in front. He turned right around in his seat and yelled at Harry, his face like a gigantic beet with a mustache: "MOTORCYCLES DON'T FLY!"

While she heard Dudley and Piers snigger, Ellie shot her brother a sympathetic look.

"I know they don't," said Harry. "It was only a dream."

But he wished he hadn't blurted it out. If there was one thing the Dursleys hated even more than his asking questions, it was him and Ellie's talking about anything acting in a way it shouldn't, no matter if it was in a dream or even a cartoon - they seemed to think they might get dangerous ideas.

It was a very sunny Saturday and the zoo was crowded with families. The Dursleys bought Dudley and Piers large chocolate ice creams at the entrance and then, because the smiling lady in the van had asked Ellie and Harry what they wanted before they could hurry them away, they bought each of them cheap lemon pops.

"It's not so bad, Harry," Ellie told her brother while both watched a gorilla scratch its head dumbly. "He looks a bit like Dudley, doesn't he?"

They couldn't stop laughing until lunch.

They had the best morning they'd had in a long time. They were careful to walk a little way apart from the Dursleys so that Dudley and Piers, who were starting to get bored with the animals by lunchtime, wouldn't fall back on their favorite hobby of hitting him. Ellie had interlaced her brother's hand in hers and they slowly sauntered; Ellie felt so happy and light, but she knew that was wrong. He was her brother, they couldn't like each other. Right?

They ate in the zoo restaurant, and when Dudley had a tantrum because his knickerbocker glory didn't have enough ice cream on top, Uncle Vernon bought him another one and Ellie and Harry happily shared the first one.

Harry felt, afterward, that he should have known it was all too good to last.

After lunch they went to the reptile house. It was cool and dark in there, with lit windows all along the walls. Behind the glass, all sorts of lizards and snakes were crawling and slithering over bits of wood and stone. Dudley and Piers wanted to see huge, poisonous cobras and thick, man-crushing pythons. Dudley quickly found the largest snake in the place. It could have wrapped its body twice around Uncle Vernon's car and crushed it into a trash can - but at the moment, it didn't look in the mood. In fact, it was asleep. Still, Ellie shivered and held her brother's hand again for comfort.

Dudley stood with his nose pressed against the glass, staring at the glisting brown coils.

"Make it move," he whined at his father. Uncle Vernon tapped on the glass, but the snake didn't budge.

"Do it again," Dudley ordered rudely. Uncle Vernon rapped the glass smartly with his knuckles, but the snake just snoozed on.

"This is boring," he moaned, shuffling away.

Harry moved to the front of the tank, dragging Ellie with him and they looked intently at the snake. Ellie wouldn't have been surprised if it had died of boredom itself - no company except stupid people drumming their fingers on the glass trying to disturb it all day long. It was worse than having a cupboard as a bedroom, where the only visitor was Aunt Petunia hammering on the door to wake you up; at least they got to visit the rest of the house.

The snake suddenly opened its beady eyes, causing Ellie to shrink back. Snakes just creeped her out, period. Slowly, very slowly, it raised its head until its eyes were on a level with Harry's.

It winked.

Harry and Ellie stared in disbelief. Then, Harry looked around to see if anyone was watching. They weren't. He looked back at the snake and winked, too. The snake jerked its head toward Uncle Vernon and Dudley, then raised its eyes to the ceiling. It gave Harry a look that said quite plainly:

"I get that all the time."

"I know," Harry murmured softly through the glass, though he wasn't sure he snake could hear him. "It must be really annoying."

The snake nodded vigorously.

Ellie decided to speak, hoping the snake could hear her, too. "Where do you come from, anyway?"

The snake jabbed its tail at a little sign next to the glass. Both siblings peered at it:

Boa Constrictor,

Brazil

"Was it nice there?" Harry questioned softly.

The boa constrictor jabbed its tail at the sign again and Harry and Ellie read on: this specimen was bred in the zoo. "Oh, I see - so you've never been to Brazil?"

As the snake shook its head, a deafening shout behind Harry and Ellie made both of them jump, including the snake.

"DUDLEY! MR. DURSLEY! COME AND LOOK AT THIS SNAKE! YOU WON'T BELIEVE WHAT IT'S DOING!"

Dudley came waddling toward them as fast as he could.

"Out of the way, you," he said, punching Harry in the ribs. Then, he sneered at Ellie and elbowed her in the stomach, knocking the breath out of them as both landed on the concrete, her on top of Harry. She rolled over and clutched her stomach in pain, tears threatening to spill. Hot rage blinded Harry as he saw his sister crying and what came next happened so fast no one saw how it happened - one second, Piers and Dudley were leaning right up close to the glass, the next, they had leapt back with howls of horror.

Harry and Ellie sat up and gasped, Ellie wincing because of her injury; the glass front of the boa constrictor's tank had vanished. The great snake was uncoiling itself rapidly, slithering out onto the floor. People through the reptile house screamed and started running for the exits.

As the snake slid swiftly past them, Harry and Ellie could have sworn a low, hissing voice said, "Brazil, here I come…Thanksss, amigos."

The zoo director himself made Aunt Petunia a cup of strong, sweet tea while he apologized over and over again. Piers and Dudley could only gibber. As far as Ellie and Harry had seen, the snake hadn't done anything except snap playfully at their heels as it passed, but by the time they were back in Uncle Vernon's car, Dudley was telling them how it had nearly bitten of his leg, while Piers was swearing it had tried to squeeze him to death. But worst of all, for the siblings at least, was Piers calming down enough to say, "Harry and Ellie were talking to it, weren't you, guys?"

Uncle Vernon waited until Piers was safely out of the house before starting on Harry and a terrified Ellie. He was so angry he could hardly speak. He managed to say, "Go - cupboard - stay - no meals," before he collapsed into a chair, and Aunt Petunia had to run and get him a large brandy.

Harry and Ellie lay side-by-side in the dark cupboard much later, both wishing they had a watch. They didn't know what time it was and they couldn't be sure the Dursleys were asleep yet. Until they were, Harry couldn't risk sneaking into the kitchen to snatch some food.

They'd lived with the Dursleys almost ten years, ten miserable years, as long as they could remember, ever since they'd been babies and they're parents had died in a car crash. They couldn't remember being in the car when their parents had died. Sometimes, when they both tried to strain their memory during long hours in the cupboard, Harry had always came up with a strange vision: a blinding flash of green light and a burning pain on his forehead. This, he and Ellie supposed, was the crash, though Ellie voiced that she couldn't imagine where all the green light came from. They both couldn't remember their parents at all. Their aunt and uncle never spoke about them, and of course they were forbidden to ask questions. There were no photographs of them in the house.

When they'd been younger, Harry and Ellie had dreamed and dreamed of some unknown relation coming to take them away, but it had never happened; the Dursleys were their only family. Yet, sometimes they thought (or maybe hoped?) that strangers on the street seemed to know them. Very strange strangers they were, too. A tiny man in a violet top hat had bowed to him once while out shopping with Aunt Petunia and Dudley. After asking Harry furiously if he knew the man, Aunt Petunia rushed them out of the store without buying anything. A wild-looking woman dressed all in green waved merrily at both of them once on a bus. A bald man in a very long purple coat had actually shaken Harry's hand and kissed Ellie's and then walked away without another word. The weirdest thing about all these people was the way they seemed to vanish the second Harry and Ellie tried to get a closer look.

At school, both had no one but each other. Everybody knew that Dudley's gang hated those odd Potter siblings in their baggy clothes and his broken glasses, and no one liked to disagree with Dudley's gang.

Whew, I hope it wasn't boring.

So, what did ya think?

Harry seems awfully protective, maybe might be a little bit too overprotective ;) everything will be explained all in good time.

Leave a review if you want me to continue…but be nice, this is my first fanfiction.

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