Chapter 1: Sincities Black and the chamber of secrets
In the garden of number four, privet drive, watched over by a woman in the kitchen, a boy and a girl were working , planting flowers, because no one on the street would imagine trying to grow vegetables or fruit.
The boy had black hair, green eyes covered by glasses, and an unusual lightning-shaped scar. The girl had shoulder length black hair, blue eyes, and a habit of acting older than she was.
At the moment, they were arguing under their breath, ever aware of the woman in the kitchen, over a letter. More precisely, they were arguing over whether or not the girl would get a letter from the school the boy was attending.
"Harry, I've told you. I don't think I've got magic. Since I don't have magic, I won't be going." The girl said, trying to keep her bitterness out of her voice. She wanted more than anything to go to his school.
"And I've told you, Sincities, that I've seen you do magic before, and I bet if you asked, your momma's seen you doing magic before too," Harry was firm, almost saying to ask his aunt, but both of them knew better than to mention magic to her.
Sincities huffed and said, "This is getting us nowhere. Suppose I do get a letter, tell me again how to get my school supplies."
"I'll show you when we have to go get them," Harry said, standing up and dusting his hands off. "Right now we should clean up and ask Aunt Petunia if I can stay at your house tonight." As he was saying this the girl was looking into the bush behind him in confusion. He turned around and saw what had caught her attention. The bush was looking back. The large green eyes blinked once, then disappeared when the arrival of Harry's cousin, Dudley, distracted them.
He was smiling gleefully, chanting, "I know what day it is," over and over in an annoying sing-song voice.
Sincities was the one who answered him, saying, "Really? Care to enlighten us, o master of the days of the week?"
Dudley glared at her, still as confused over her reaction to him now as he was in the first grade, when she ignored him making her life hell for being friends with Harry. He didn't rise to the bait this time. Instead he just said, "It's both or yours birthday. And guess what? Harry still hasn't heard from his 'friends' from that freak school. What's the matter, didn't make any?"
Dudley shut up and backed away when he looked at the younger girl. Her eyes were blazing when she moved to stand beside Harry. That's when the woman from the kitchen, Harry's Aunt Petunia, came out to stop a fight from occurring. After Dudley broke her arm in first grade, Sincities had won every fight that she's been in, and Petunia wanted to keep her son from feeling the agony that is being beaten by a younger girl, again.
"Sincities, I think it's time you went home," Petunia said, a cross between ordering and asking nicely for a child to do something.
"Yes, Mrs. Dursley. Can Harry come over tonight?" Sincities asked, wearing her puppy-dog face.
"No. you go in and call your mamma to pick you up." Petunia never did cave for the puppy-dog face.
"Yes ma'am." The boy and girl looked at each other with defeat in their eyes, before they went inside. Harry ate the bread and cheese that petunia gave him, while Sincities pouted to the phone. They waited on the front step for her momma to get there, telling each other happy birthday and that they'd see each other tomorrow.