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Hello everyone! I'm back.

I'm really glad you liked it!
I don't think I will make up any more though...I mean, the next they would do is go to school, and then I would have to make the whole school year and I really don't want to, sorry!

Shui-Thanks Shui for saying it wasn't cheesy...but it was!  :P

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~Prami

Okay, my LAST post on this story...It's not a very good ending, but it'll do.

Cabbage...moldy, musty cabbage – That's what it smelled like and immediately Harry knew where he was...but why? And where was Liz, and Sally? He heard voices...it sounded like...but it couldn't be, not here. He tried to move but it was much harder than he thought and it took him awhile. Finally he opened his eyes and saw the ceiling. He stared at it for a while but that got real boring real quick so, slowly and very painfully, he turned his head and what he saw, he couldn't believe his eyes.

"Dumbledore?" Harry said. Dumbledore stopped talking to Liz.

"Ah Harry's up" He said before turning to Harry, a grin spreading widely on his face, "Hello Harry, welcome back!"

"...Thanks..." Harry didn't quite know how to respond, he was quite confuzzled. But then, everything came spilling back into his head. Everything – Voldemort, the dream, Liz... He sat up. It was very painful.

"Albus," said an old lady from the doorway, "Your tea." She handed Dumbledore a cup of tea.

"Thank you Arabella." Dumbledore said gratefully. Then he turned to Harry, "Harry, this is Arabella, but I believe you already know that." His eye twinkled guiltily.

"You knew!" Harry said. Dumbledore and Arabella Figg smiled.

"And it was a good thing too," Dumbledore said, "Without her living here, we would have never known Voldemort was there."

"But, why would you agree to living here, just to watch over ME?"

Arabella's face dropped sullenly, "Well, let's just say that if it weren't for...HIM, Mr. Figg would be here with us right now." It was silent as the thought sunk in, broken only bye the sound of Mr. Paws the cat meowing loudly. Then, Dumbledore said,

"And because she's my twin sister and I told her to."

"Twin?!" Harry exclaimed, "And after all these years, - twin sister!" He remembered something and jumped up, ignoring his sore bones and muscles, and ran over to Liz who was watching and listening to them. He hugged her, glad she was okay. Harry had never had a sister before. In fact, he had never even had a family member before except for the Dursleys and they didn't really count.

"Well," Mrs. Figg said, "Now that everyone is safe and sound, how about some homemade carrot cake?"


So, how'd you like it? hmm...I'll have to see what you people say when I get back. I'm off to FL now. Bye!

YAY!!! It's fixed. That was ODD! Anyway, here's the second-to-last post.

THE DREAM (just had to say that because it wasn't very obvious!)

Harry watched the scene before him. Two toddlers with bright green eyes sat in a playpen. The little boy toddler was taping things with a toy wand so that they lit up for a few seconds. The girl toddler was just watching.

Just then, an owl flew in, along with a huge gust of wind, which sent the owl hurling into the shelf and knocking over something. That something fell down into the playpen. The toddlers cried out as glass shards flew everywhere. The boy, who had been closer to it, started crying for him mum but the girl was just curious. She crawled over to it. Examining it, she found it was a quill. She reached to pick it up, but just as her hands closed around it, she disappeared to America.

A lady came in with dark red hair.

"What is it Harry?" She asked, picking up her son. Then she saw the glass and the loss of the quill on the shelf, "James!" She yelled.

"What is it?" Said her husband, his eyes wide as he appeared in the doorway.

"It's Liz, she touched the emergency escape portkey." She said.

"Oh no...well I'll apperate over and get her-"

Just then, there was the sound of a window breaking and footsteps.

"Lilly, take Harry and go! It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off –" James said.  The sounds of someone stumbling from a room – a door bursting open – a cackle of high-pitched laughter – a blinding flash of green light – and...darkness.

That's odd...the topic is backwards, the first post I posted is last and the last post I post is first...hmm...I wonder where this one will be.

Shui - Sorry, it is kinda fast...but I have to finish it. I only have... three more posts and here is one of them. About swimming, of coarse you will miss me! Everybody will miss ME! ^-^

HPcoolest- our swim team is...it's a TEAM, not swim lessons...yeah so It's not like we learn anything, we just practice, did that answere your question?

Okay, this part is really...well, kinda erm...cheesy. Sorry, but i'm really not good at writing these parts (just reading them!^-^) Long post this time-


Mr. Wilfern was at work and he wouldn't be back until late that night so when the sun started setting and they began to get hungry again, they decided to eat dinner and the birthday cake.

And they did. They sat down and ate a delicious, homemade dinner. Harry's scar had been hurting for a while now and the pain was slowly growing with every second but he tried not to let it bother him. As they sat there talking and eating, it got worse and worse. He rubbed it, trying to sooth it but it wasn't working.
"What's the matter Harry?" Sally said, "Headache?" Harry nodded. "Want some Tylenol?"

"No thanks," Harry replied, "That never works. The only thing that does is..." He was about to say Quidditch but, luckily, realized that wasn't such a good idea and stopped just in time, "birthday cake." He finished his sentence and took his empty plate to the sink.

"Good idea!" Liz said, doing the same thing. They lit the candles and sang Happy Birthday. All the while, Harry's scar was growing steadily worse. They blew out the candles just as the doorbell rang.

"I'll get it." Sally volunteered, "Meanwhile, you two can start cutting the cake." She handed Harry the knife and went to go answer the door. As Harry started to cut the cake, he heard the voices coming from around the corner. He heard Sally open the door and ask, "Yes?"

"Hello madam," A man's voice said, "How would you like to buy a new TV for your lovely house?"

"No thanks," Sally said, "I don't need one right now."

"I see..." The man said. He mumbled something else and Harry's scar exploded with pain as he realized just who that man was. Just then, Sally turned the corner. Harry's head felt like it had already split in two but he managed to make out, quite clearly, Sally, advancing on them under the imperius curse.

"This isn't good!" Harry stated the obvious as he grabbed Liz and tried to run out of the kitchen, but Liz wouldn't budge. She sat there, staring at Sally. "Liz, move!" One last, failed attempt before he saw his eternal enemy round the corner. He saw Voldemort's thin, white hand first, then the rest of his body, then his face. Even with Voldemort having a body, his face was NOT pleasant to look at. The slit nostrils and the red, cat-like eyes reminded Harry painfully of last year's event.

"Accio knife," Voldemort sounded almost bored as he said the words that caused the knife, Harry's only protection, to slip through his fingers, fly through the air and land in Voldemort's open hands. He lazily cast it aside, yawned, and said, "Crucio."

Agony. Ow. Harry doubled over as the excruciating pain grew through his entire body. Harry had been through this before and he had hoped he would never go through it again.

Something grabbed his t-shirt and pulled him out of the curse's grasp.

"Liz..." Harry whispered as Liz pulled him into her bedroom and shut the door.

"Who was that?" Liz asked, "What did he do to Sally? What was he holding-"

"I'll explain later...and he was holding a wand," Harry said weakly. He listened, but there was no noise. 'The imperious curse must have worn off by now' He thought. 'Maybe Sally would help them...' Like that was going to work. Then he heard Voldemort say "Cunfundo!" 'Scratch that idea' He thought, knowing that Sally was very confused right about now. "I need to get to the Dursleys."

"The Dursleys? Why?" Liz asked.

"My wand, it's there! I need-"

"Here." She said, handing him his wand.

"Where did you get this?"

"Your closet..." She said. She must have stolen it from him when she hid in there yesterday! 'Thank Merlin!' Harry thought.

There was no sound in the kitchen. They had to get out before he could get to them!

"I'm going to check the kitchen. Stay here." Harry said. He opened the door and crept out quietly.

'Maybe Voldemort had left. Maybe he just came to have a little fun for the first time in his new body. But that didn't make sense. He thought Voldemort wanted him dead. Hmmm...anyway he was gone now so maybe he could take Liz and Sally away from this house and mail Dumbledore.'

He saw Sally sitting on the floor smiling and mumbling to herself. 'I know!' Harry thought suddenly, 'I'll just use magic and the muggle protection people will come.' He reached out a shaking arm, still weak from the unforgivable curse, but before he could do anything, he stopped. There were sounds coming from down the hall...muffled screams coming from-

"Liz!" Harry shouted. He dropped his wand and ran, down the hall, through Liz's door, and right into...

"Voldemort," Harry hissed as his scar almost burst with a wave of pain, "Let her be. It's me you want." To Harry's surprise, Voldemort laughed. Not one of those evil cackles, meant to scare people, but a real, true, funny, ha ha, chuckle. But he never let Liz off the Crucio curse.

"Well now, why would I want you any more than her?" Voldemort said, leaving Harry most utterly confused. He had thought THAT was obvious. "Stupefy!" Voldemort said and Liz dropped to the floor, out cold. Voldemort smiled. He was most definitely enjoying this very much.

Now Harry was really ticked, "What did you do that for?" He asked, trying to keep himself upright as his head swam. "What did she ever do to you?"

Now it was Voldemort's turn to be confused, "Come now, Harry Potter," He spit the name as though it was a deadly virus, "She's related to you. Isn't that enough? Crucio!"

Pain again. Harry struggled as his insides practically lit on fire. He tried to keep his mind clear and focused but found that nearly impossible. He heard footsteps, voices. He opened his eyes and barely saw what he imagined was Dumbledore's face come into view in Liz's doorway. The curse was taken off and Harry heard a POP. Voldemort was gone.

Harry then gave in to the pain that was inside his body and the throbbing of his scar and collapsed, unconscious, next to his sister.

Okay, I'm going to Florida the day after tomorrow (Wednesday) and I won't be back for two whole weeks and one day! So, that means that I have to finish writing my story AND post it today and tomorrow. So here's some more story!

The next morning, Harry and Liz woke up extremely late. Yawning and stretching they got dressed. Then they remembered it was their birthday and rushed into the kitchen to be greeted by balloons and 'happy birthday signs'.

"I've talked to your Aunt and Uncle," Sally said to Harry, "Of course they denied the fact that all of that happened yesterday morning, but I'm on your side." She said winking at them, "I told them that you would come home tonight after you celebrated your birthday with us."

Harry looked up, surprised, "And what did they say to that?"

" 'Oh yeah' " She said dully, "They didn't even remember your birthday!"

Liz shook her head pitifully, then she changed the subject when her stomach growled loudly reminding her of something, "I'm hungry!"

"We noticed."

"What's for breakfast?"

"Breakfast!" Sally exclaimed looking at her watch, "It's almost 1:00! It's lunch time." And with that, she started making them lunch. Lunch was MUCH more enjoyable than at the Dursleys. For one thing, it wasn't on Dudley's diet. For another, he didn't have to worry about Dudley stealing it, and for ANOTHER, he could watch TV with out being punched.

For the rest of the day, they did the usual stuff – play board games, watch TV, finish unpacking. When they had finished the very last box, they collapsed on the floor of Liz's room. Harry was thirsty.

"I'm going to go get a drink of water." He said, before heading to the kitchen. He poured himself a cup of water. As he walked back, he heard voices coming from Liz's room! The people talking were Andrew...and... He gasped, realizing that those voices he heard were not talking in English! That was parsletongue. The voices inside the room must have heard his gasp because they were suddenly silent and Harry walked in acting as though he had heard nothing.

*sigh* You guys are too good...or maybe it was just too obvious...anyway, I would appreciate it if you kept reading anyway! ^-^

Harry was unwillingly pulled from a deep sleep because of an annoying little pain right smack in the middle of his forehead – his scar. Oh how he hated it when it did that!

He looked at the clock. It was only 2:30 in the morning and still very dark. As he turned around to go back to sleep, he realized Liz was gone. Then he heard voices in the kitchen:

"Where did I go wrong? When did I teach you to steal things from other people?" Mrs. Wilfern's angry voice said.

"I didn't steal it Sally...just...borrowed it. I'll give it back once I find out what it does." Liz answered her.

Mrs. Wilfern tutt-ed at this saying, "It doesn't DO anything! It's probably just a child's toy! Now go back to bed."

Harry heard Liz sigh and walk back to her room. He pretended to be asleep. After she got back in her bed, he opened his eyes again but he couldn't see the thing they were talking about. It wasn't his business anyway! He was mad at himself for even listening to their conversation. So, trying to ignore the throbbing in his head made by his scar, he fell into a light sleep.

Hare's a tiny TINY bit more...

"Good night." Liz said as she climbed into her bed and Harry climbed into the sleeping bag on the floor.

"Good night."

"Well, nobody says good night to me! Humph!" Andrew started. The little snake was constantly talking, "Well then, good night Andrew. Good night!" He said to himself. Then he burst into tears and started sobbing. Liz sighed exasperatedly.

"What is it?" Harry asked.

"Um...it's just...the hall light it on. Would you mind turning it off?" Liz said.

"No problem." Harry answered as he walked out of the room to turn off the light. When he got back, Andrew had stopped sobbing and was contently asleep.

"Thanks," Liz said and they both fell asleep.

Yay! It worked!

Five minutes later, Sally Wilfern handed Harry a bag of ice for his head while Harry and Liz told her all of what happened.

"What terrible people!" Sally said when they had finished, "To even think that they would come close to...to...ugh! And just because you broke one silly rule! Well, you are welcome to sleep here tonight to give those Dursleys a little time to calm down. I'll talk to THEM tomorrow."

Harry smiled gratefully, "Thank you Mrs. Wilfern."

"No problem."

"Hey!" Liz said, "Tomorrow's my birthday! You can celebrate it with me if you want."

"Sure...but...what day is it tomorrow?" Harry asked.

"July 31st!"

"But, that's my birthday too! We have the same birthday, Liz."

'Great, we can celebrate it together!" Liz said. The rest of the day they were kept busy by unpacking and making their own birthday cake.

I would post some more...but word won't come up...I'll keep trying!

*sarcastically* Oh, Gengi,  ;) I will draw you a picture to put on your site...BWA HA HA HA HA! That's a good one! HA HA HA!!! ME, DRAWING!....
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I crack myself up! *wipes away tears*

*pulls invisible beard slowely* Interesting.... hmmm...*scratches chin* Veeeeerry interesting...

He he. It's great so far. I think it will turn out pretty good! Please keep writing!

...okay! ;D    (I might post a little bit more later on today)

It was Vernon. Or at least, Harry assumed it was Vernon, but he couldn't quite tell because Vernon's face was purple with rage. His eyes were bulging and his temples were almost popping out. Behind him, Petunia's face had gone pure white. She had obviously assumed the worst. That Liz knew about his..."abnormal ness" and she had told all the neighbors. That was Petunia's greatest fear.

Vernon stood there, glaring at Harry for so long that he actually calmed down a little bit. At least enough so that he could think and move, and boy did he move! He advanced on Harry, his arms poised and ready to grip a neck (Specifically Harry's neck...). Harry motioned for Liz to run and she took off down the stairs.

Harry stood there as Vernon's outstretched arms grew closer and closer. He tried to think of something to say but there was nothing to get him out of this one. There was only one thing to do – run.

Harry was very experienced in running. He was quick and sneaky which resulted from living with Dudley for 14 years.

So, right before Vernon strangled him, he slid down the wall, crawled between Vernon's feet, got up and ran. He turned corner and ran out of his room, but Dudley stuck his foot out and tripped him! Next thing Harry saw was kind of like a flipbook with the same three pages being repeated over and over. It went a little something like this –

stairs, wall, ceiling, stairs, wall, ceiling, stairs, wall, ceiling, Liz!

"Harry?" Liz asked, pulling him up. Harry clutched his head as the room spun in circles around him. Luckily, Liz grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the front door and across the street to her house.

*slaps forehead* I KNEW that...I really did.  No Matter, I changed it!

...*sighs*...no comment

The next morning, Harry woke up early. He got his clothes on and started reading Hogwarts- A History ("It's about time!" Hermione had said). He listened to the Dursleys get up, (the TV turn on, of coarse!), and finally to a big THUMP and howling coming from downstairs. Harry quickly got on his clothes and went to see what was going on. In the living room, Dudley had fallen off the couch and was wailing that his ankle hurt. Petunia was trying to haul Dudley to his feet and Vernon had putt earplugs in and was reading the newspaper. No one heard the doorbell so Harry answered the door. It was Liz.  Without talking, Harry pulled her upstairs to his bedroom.

"Ow! Harry! What's the matter?!" Liz complained. Harry locked his door and motioned for her to be quiet.

"The Dursleys can't know you're here. I'm not aloud to talk to you anymore."

"Oh..." She gave him a curious look but Harry remained silent. "Well, anyway, I came over because no one answered the phone and last night your uncle hung up on me when I tried to ask him why an owl was in your room." Before Harry could answer, she took a look around the room. "Ooooo! Is that your owl?"
 
"Yeah..." Harry said casually. He tried his best to act as though having an owl for a pet is the most common pet to have. "She doesn't bite." He added as she opened the cage to pet him. Harry, however, inched around the room to the closet, which was halfway open. His closet was where he kept his Hogwarts trunk and all his school things. He closed the closet door.

"Guess what happened yesterday after you left." Liz said.

"What?" Harry asked. As long as the howling was still going on downstairs, they were safe.

"Well," Liz continued, "This old lady came from across the street to say high because we were her new neighbors. She smelled really bad!"

"Mrs. Figg" Harry acknowledged.

"Yes, well she came over with some cookies and I answered the door. She looked at me really strangely and then she asked what my name was. And I told her and then she looked confused. I asked her what was wrong and she said, 'Oh! Nothing! You keep safe now!' and she ran back to her house."

"Hmm." Harry said, "That is strange! I don't remember Mrs. Figg being obsessed with safety and I certainly don't think she can run at that age...maybe she's finally cracked-" But Harry fell silent. The howling had stopped. The TV was back on and there were footsteps coming up to his room. This, Harry supposed was Petunia doing her normal routine of waking Harry up. "Hide!" Harry said to Liz. Then he jumped on his bed, pulled his covers up, and threw the Hogwarts – A History book so that it slid across the room, under the closet door, and into the closet. There was a deafening pounding on the door and then it opened with a thud.

"Wake up!" Petunia yelled, "Wake up boy! Make breakfast! Do your chores!" Then she slammed the door and Harry heard her talk to Dudley downstairs in a different tone of voice, "Duddy-kins! DudleyWudley, what do you want for breakfast today sweetiepunkin?"

"Liz?" Harry whispered as soon as Petunia was safely in the kitchen. Liz came out of the closet where she had hiding. "What's the matter? You look like you have seen a ghost."

Liz shook her head quickly, "No ghost. There's no such thing...is there?" But then she changed the subject, "Harry, you're right, I shouldn't be here. They might find me soon and then-" But just then, the door burst open, and let me tell ya, the person standing there wasn't the milk man.