Chapter 2
23 April 1990
He was tending to the weeds in the back garden when he first felt her terror, and then heard her screams. Harry ran around the house as fast as he could, but almost tripped when he suddenly felt a peace and tranquillity wash over him that he’s never felt before. Only tasted an inkling of it when it was really late at night and it was pitch black in his cupboard.
“Lila?! Are you…” Harry cut himself off when he saw the sight in the Dursley’s drive. His twin sister held a car door by the handle like it was nothing.
She slowly turned her head towards the direction of his voice. Now that he was able to see her face, Harry observed that her face had gone ashen and was covered in sweat. Her whole body was shaking like she couldn’t hold her own weight. With a quick glance at the car door Lila was still holding, Harry didn’t think she could.
And he was right. With a frail “...Harry?” Lila finally let go of the car door and collapsed to the concrete of the drive.
He ran toward her, kneeling at her side. “Lila!”
“You–!”
Harry snapped his head to Uncle Vernon, whose face was turning a remarkable mix of red and purple.
“You– Fucking freaks! This is how you repay me? My family? We take you fucking brats in and you tear apart my car with your disgusting monster abilities?! I’ve had enough!”
Vernon, after screaming spittle in Harry’s face, shoves him to the ground. Then he yanks Lila’s unconscious body by her arm.
“No! Leave her alone!” Harry pulls and pulls at Vernon’s arm, but his grip doesn’t loosen.
“Get off me, Boy!” He throws Harry back down to the ground again, “this creature needs to be dealt with.”
“Vernon, is this really necessary?” Petunia had overcome her shock and left the passenger seat. “You’re making a scene! Take this inside!”
He grunts in response and stomps to the front door, Lila over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
Harry scrambles after him. “Uncle Vernon, please! Please let her go!”
He ignores Harry, slamming the front door open and making is way inside.
Harry doesn’t think he’s ever been so scared in his life. He was usually the one taking the brunt of Vernon’s wrath. Out of both twins, he was the one that took on most of the physical torment and he wanted to keep it that way. For all he barked, Vernon had never layed a hand on Lila. Maybe it was Petunia that prevented him from doing so, but that didn’t matter. What matter right now was that Vernon was going to start.
Harry chases after Vernon into the house, right up behind him as he stops at Lila’s room. The boiler closet. Vernon tore open the closet and threw Harry’s sister inside, her back and head hitting the not so far back wall.
Harry scrambled to reach her. “Lila! Lila wake up!”
Vernon slammed the door shut.
“You’re next, Boy.”
“Lila! Lila, please!”
As Vernon dragged him away and down the hall, Harry felt faint. This couldn’t be happening. His sister had somehow torn the door off their uncle’s car but he didn’t even care about that. Harry can only think about how he felt that strange sense of peace, how his twin had looked so so sick before she fainted. Lila never got sick. Neither of the twins did. She needed help!
“She won’t be getting any! I don't know what I was thinking, letting Petunia parade that demon around. This is it. You’re not going to school, you’re not going outside – not even to Mrs. Figgs! – for as long as both of you are in my house!”
Harry wasn’t even paying attention. “My sister! My sister! Please! There’s something wrong!”
Vernon opened Harry’s cupboard before throwing him in, his back and head hit the wood of the back wall.
Vernon looked down at Harry with hatred and upmost disgust.
“I’ve been saying that since you were left at our doorstep.”
And the door slammed shut. And Harry screamed.
It all went dark.