Harry thinks his big sister is stupid
Harry was eleven now, and mostly everyone was mean to him.
Aunt Petunia was mean, in a pinchy sort of way, and Uncle Vernon was mean too, but in a way that felt more like he was sitting on Harry, which he guesses is also very bad. Dudley's only mean in words, but that's okay, because Dudley isn't big enough yet to learn to use his hands.
Harry wants to name more people who was mean to him, just because he's very sure there's more, but he can't really remember, but that's alright.
He has his big sister.
Well, Dahlia's not really his big sister. He's very sure they're the same age, but Dahlia is taller than him, so she probably is older, by just a little bit. Dahlia's the weirdest sister ever. She keeps spouting weird stuff that no one understands. Harry doesn't even understand her, and he's her brother!
Just what on earth is "Skibidi gyattlicious rizz"? And why can't Harry say those words? They sound funny to him. Harry likes the funny words Dahlia says, even if they're weird, because at least they're weird together. Harry has a scar shaped like a lightning, Dahlia doesn't have a scar, but her brain is damaged enough to be considered a scar.
Sometimes, Harry has nightmares, where he's suffering alone, without Dahlia. He hates those dreams, but Dahlia makes it better by saying some weird joke that doesn't make sense.
Dahlia says Harry has magic, that both of them do. Harry didn't believe her at first, but then she willed Aunt Marge's hair to burn out of nowhere. It's cuz Aunt Marge made fun of her hair, for being red like fire.
It was funny. Aunt Marge's face is always red, but that day it got so red it was purple. Harry was scared that it was too mean, but Dahlia told him it was okay, because "She was mean first, and mean people deserve bad things to happen to them."
Aunt Petunia pretended to be mad at them, but she snuck them extra food later, into their bedroom. Aunt Petunia was mean a lot, but she's sometimes nice. Only sometimes, though, to Harry at least.
Their bedroom is small. At least they don't sleep in the cupboard all the time anymore, like they did when they were wayyy younger. It hadn't fit them anymore. The bedroom is completely pink, because it's Dahlia's favorite color, and Aunt Petunia likes her better.
Harry thinks it's cuz she's a girl. Dahlia thinks it's cuz of her hair- Bright red, but not in a carrot way It looks pretty, like the fire she willed to spread on Aunt Marge's. Apparently their Mum had hair like that. Harry doesn't know how Dalia knows, but Dahlia knows a lot of things. Like how Mr White from Privet Drive Number 7 has many bedwarmers, whatever that means.
At least Uncle Vernon and Dudley hate them both, so Harry can be hated with someone else.
That was supposed to just another day. Dahlia would make food for the family, because she could do it better than Harry, and Harry would set the dining table, because he could do it better than Dahlia.
And then some stupid letter came, for him, and Dahlia, but Dudley had to open his "bloody fat, useless for anything but yapping to Mummy and Daddy, ugly, with lips too thin on that hideously pudgy face" mouth.
Dahlia's words, not his. Dahlia was better at insults than him.
Well because of Dudley's "bloody fat-" Actually, Harry doesn't want to repeat all of that, so he's just going to say fat. Well, because of Dudley's fat mouth, Uncle Vernon took it away, and they couldn't read it.
Then more letters came in.
A lot more.
Harry felt delighted.
Dahlia screamed when the letters flying through the fireplace got into the stew she was making.
Uncle Vernon , Dudley, and Aunt Petunia screamed too. But Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia looked really mad, like really really mad. When Harry whispered to Dahlia about Uncle's bulging vein on his forehead, one that looked like it was about to pop, Dahlia giggled. Dudley just looks scared.
And then Uncle Vernon went insane and went all over the England. At least Harry feels like he did. Dahlia thinks Harry is exaggerating, until they end up quite literally in the middle of nowhere.
"A fucking island? Really?" Dahlia rolls her eyes, but she's cold, huddling into her too thin jacket, just like what she calls Dudley's lips
"Dahlia, that's a nono word." Harry's quick to hug her, because Dahlia gets really cold when it's cold, more than most people. She giggles, and says "I'm not like other girls", but in a tone that shows that she's obviously mocking people who say that.
"I'm god, I decide what's a nono word." Dahlia welcomes it, used to relying on each other.
"You told me it was nono word three days ago!" Harry runs warm, all the time, so he can keep his big sister warm.
They whisper to each other, in hushed tones, so the Dursleys don't hear. Well, Dudley hears, but Harry thinks he thinks Dahlia's cool, so he doesn't tell on Dahlia. Well, he's probably also scared of Dahlia. The time they went to the zoo and Harry accidentally let the big pretty snake escape, Dahlia held reached out, and convinced the snake to scare Dudley a bit.
Dahlia is so cool, even if she's weird.
When they reach into the house in the middle of island, ("How the fuck did Uncle find this place anyways?" Dahlia asks him. Well, not really asks him. She calls it a theoretical question. Dahlia is smart, which makes Aunt Petunia happier.) Dahlia and Harry just sat on the couch, waiting for tomorrow to come. Maybe Uncle Vernon would regain his senses.
Dahlia says he never really had senses in the first place, but at least she admitted this whole running away from letters thing was a stretch.
Then, the child predator came.
At least that's what Dahlia calls him.
Harry thinks Hagrid is cool, actually, but then Dahlia went on a rant. And her rants are funny, but sometimes they're mean. This time, it was definitely mean. Harry looks at Aunt Petunia, and she looks weirdly proud of Dahlia.
"HARRY JAMES POTTER! You cannot tell me that man's not a creep. He followed us ALL the way from Privet Drive, to this weird island thing, and comes with some "sweet treat" to appease us? And just look at him, Harry! He looks straight out of a mugshot in the telly, "Predator gets caught stalking eleven year old children"!"
Hagrid looks like he's about to cry.
Poor Hagrid. Dahlia doesn't seem like she's done either.
"You can't even attempt to fight him! He might look fat, like Uncle and Dudley," Said Uncle Vernon and Dudley scrunched their nose the same way, the way Dahlia said makes them look piglike, "But there's some muscle under there! And he just tore down the door! He looks like some cross between an ogre and a particularly hideous giant! Those people ALWAYS end up pedophiles! He's a fucking child predator, that's what he is!"
Hagrid started crying. He cries like the babies in the daycare nearby do.
"See! He even cries like a pedophile!"
Sometimes, Harry wishes Dahlia could be nicer to people that weren't him.