Trouble

Chapter One


Here is the beginning of the rewritten part of the second story. I'm not sure how quickly I will be posting these. I would love to have them up as fast as possible, but we'll have to wait and see.


I thought being a preteen would be fun. Staying out a little bit later at night, sneaking into PG-13 films, but no, turning twelve sucked. The only good thing that came out from that birthday was getting Dudley's old bedroom for our present. It was bigger than under the stairs, thankfully. Harry and I both needed the space, seeing as how we went through a bit of a growth spurt. I was two inches taller than Harry now.

And what happened to Dudley while we were at Hogwarts? He had more friends when we returned home. As soon as we entered through the door on the first day back; there he was with his 'buddies'. When did he get so popular? The only person I knew that hung out with him was Piers. God, I hated that git with a passion. Maybe more so than Malfoy. Wait, why I am I even thinking about him during my vacation anyway? This was supposed to be relaxing for me, but know it was anything but. Dudley, Piers, and the new group, Malcolm, Dennis, and Gordon picked on us anywhere and everywhere we went. Whether it was at the park, at the store, or even at home. And in case you were wondering, yes, the newbies were just as fat as Dudley. Piers still had that sickly looking rat face as well. Puberty was not working well with those five. Harry on the other hand, he just woke up one day, spoke, and I pretty much died right there. Where did my little brother go? Well, he was really the older sibling, but he sounded so cute. Now I couldn't make fun of him.

Anyway, after the quick celebration of our birthday Harry and I were sent up to our rooms. Uncle Vernon was getting ready for his quote unquote most important meeting of his career, and not surprisingly we had to be as quite as possible the entire time he was here. A load of bologna if you ask me.

"What are you looking at?" I asked Harry while staring at the ceiling. I wonder if Harry noticed the old spit balls and gum stuck on it.

"The scrapbook Hagrid gave me at the end of last year," he answered.

"You've been looking at it for the past month," I pointed out. "I would think by now that you would have all of the pictures permanently etched into your brain."

"Doesn't mean I don't like to look at it," he replied. "And tell your owl to quiet down. You know what will happen if Uncle Vernon-"

"POTTER!" Right on queue too.

"Now you've done it," he flipped the book closed. "Come on. Let's get this over with."

"It's not my fault that Scorpio is acting like this," I said. "How would you feel if you were locked in a cage for a bloody month?"

Aunt Petunia was putting on the finishing touches of the delicious pudding that I was not going to be able to have. Would she be upset if I were to sneak a little piece?

"He's in there," she told us. "Vernon."

"I swear, if you can't keep those bloody birds quiet they'll have to leave," he explained.

"But they're bored out of their mind," I said. "If we could only let them out of those cages for an hour or two-"

"Ha, and have the risk of you sending notes to those freaky friends of yours, no sir," Uncle Vernon laughed.

"But we haven't even had any messages from our friends," Harry replied. "Not one."

"Who would want to be friends with you two?" Dudley shoved his fat butt between the both of us.

"Why I ought a," I sneered about to go at him, until Harry grabbed my sleeve.

"Not now, Dudders, but when the Mason's arrive," Aunt Petunia said.

"Which should be any moment," Vernon announced. "Now, let's go over the plan tonight. Petunia, when the Mason's arrive, you will be?"

"In the lounge, welcoming them graciously into our home," she recited. This must have taken forever to rehearse.

"Very good, and you Dudley?" Vernon asked.

"I will be waiting to open the door," he spoke.

"And then you two will be?" The three of them eyed us.

"We'll be in our bedroom, making no noise and pretending we don't exist," Harry and I answered.

"To right you will." He said.

Harry and I walked up to our bedroom and sat on our beds. We heard the doorbell ring. The Masons were here. Letting out a sigh, I collapsed onto my bed.

"I wonder what they're saying." Harry spoke.

"I don't know, but I think I can find out." I replied.

I changed into my animagus form and slowly crept down the steps.

I was listening to the conversation, when Harry and this thing came sprinting down the stairs. All of a sudden, Mrs. Manson screamed as Aunt Petunia's pudding fell all over her. Quickly, Harry and I ran back to our room. However, Uncle Vernon was right behind us, and boy was he pissed off.

The following day, Uncle Vernon had the wonderful idea, given to him by Dudley no doubt, to lock our door and place bars on our window. Yes, you heard me correctly. Bars. On. Our. Windows. Talk about your cruel and unusual punishment. The only time we were allowed to leave our room was when we had to go to the restroom, and that wasn't even a walk in the park. Aunt Petunia fed us by sliding plates through the tiny crack in the door. The food wasn't even that appetizing.

"Can you believe he did that?" I sighed from my bed that night. The rest of the family was knocked out in the rooms right down the hall. "It's like prison the way we are stuck in here."

"You know, I knew they hated us, but I didn't think they hated us this much," Harry replied.

The night continued to grow darker as time passed on and, I couldn't fall asleep. The loud, obnoxious snores from the next room over were booming almost like those boom boxes I've seen some kids walk around with. What would it take to get him to shut up? A kick in the head. With a groan I wrapped the pillow over my ears and faced the wall. This was getting ridiculous. That's when I noticed a faint yellow spot dance along the wall. There were two things wrong with that picture there. One, there was never a yellow dot on the wall, and two, where was it coming from?

"Harry," I nudged my brother's shoulder. "Harry, wake up!"

"Wa dua wan?" he mumbled further into the covers.

"Something's outside the window," I told him.

"Nothing is outside. Go back to sleep," he rolled over.

"Fine, I'll figure it out for myself," I muttered going over to the window. "Well what do you know?"

Ron, Fred, and George Weasley were flying outside.


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