!!!ON HIATUS!!!
The seven books of the saga tell the story of young Harry & Y/n Potter, who, on their eleventh birthday, discovered they were wizards and are sent to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The saga follows the twins, accompanied...
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𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖁𝖆𝖓𝖎𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝕲𝖑𝖆𝖘𝖘
Nearly ten years had passed since the Dursleys had woken up to find their two nephews 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 it had been on the night when Mr Dursley had seen the fateful news report about the owls. Only the photographs on the mantelpiece really showed how much time had passed. Ten years ago, there had been lots of pictures of what looked like a large pink beach ball wearing different-coloured bobble hats – but Dudley Dursley was no longer a baby, and now the photographs showed a large, blond boy riding his first bicycle, on a roundabout 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 two boys lived in the house, too.
Yet the Potter twins were still there, Harry asleep at the moment, but not for long. His Aunt Petunia was awake and it was her shrill voice which made the first noise of the day.
'Up! Get up you two! Now'
Harry woke with a start. His aunt rapped on the door again.
'Up!' she screeched. Harry heard her walking towards the kitchen before the small cupboard door had opened, signaling the smaller boy, his brother had woke along with him and presumably making his way towards the kitchen where he heard the sound of a frying pan being put on the cooker. He rolled back on to his back and tried to remember the dream he had been having. It had been a good one. There had been a flying motorbike in it. He had a funny feeling he'd had the same dream before.
Y/n had been standing in front of the cooker, wearing clothes that were too big for him, hand on the pan as he had been checking up on the bacon he had to cook instead of his younger twin. The boy hadn't mind doing this as long as their aunt, uncle and cousin would leave Harry to take his time. The handle of the pan being in the boy's left hand and a spatula in the other as he was walking over towards a singular plate, plating the bacon onto it.
Harry was dressed and went down the hall into the kitchen. The table was almost hidden beneath all Dudley's birthday present. It looked as though Dudley had got 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 him, as Dudley was a very fat and hated exercise – unless of course it involved punching somebody. Dudley's favourite punching bag was Harry, but he couldn't often catch him, moving onto Y/n as the second best. The younger twin didn't look it but he was 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. He looked even smaller and skinnier than he was beside his brother. All he had to wear were old clothes of Dudley's and Dudley was about four times bigger than he was. Harry has a thin face, knobbly knees, black hair and bright green eyes. He wore round glasses held together with a lot of Sellotape because of all the times Dudley had punched him on the nose, and a scar on his forehead, shaped like a bolt of lightning.
