I'm sure you all know my brother, Harry. 'The Boy Who Lived' and 'The Chosen One', and well, you know the rest. I'm also sure you've read his seven-book biography about his life as a student at Hogwarts or at least watched his eight-movie documentary. I'm here to tell you that there are things that my dear brother left out. He cut me, Henry Severus Potter, out entirely. Now I dare not tell you why yet, but if you read what I have to tell you then you ought to learn the truth. Now the true story, for me at least, started on the day I was working in the garden. I had my arms knee deep in the ground, planting Aunt Petunia's flowers. Though my brother Harry, was upstairs doing who knows what. Locked in his room was my guess. "Henry! Get inside! Clean the dishes! NOW!" Uncle Vernon shouted. I ran inside, quickly grabbed a left over piece of garlic bread and started to clean. It didn't take me long, it was something I did often, so I created a quicker way to go about it. Now I can't say they were very clean, but they were good enough for me (mind you, I didn't eat off them). Then once I'd finished I went upstairs and got ready for bed. Since Harry was a wizard, I got his old bedroom. Yes, the cupboard under the stairs was mine now. I shut the door as soon as I was under the stairs. I started to move around the little horsemen on the minuscule shelf full of dust and spider webs. I set them up in preparation for a pretend war. Red versus Green. I always had Green win, they were better than Red. I don't know how long exactly I was playing, but long enough that when I heard a loud bang that every single sense was awoken. I wanted to investigate, so I opened the door slightly, and glanced around. All clear. I ran out, and threw the door open. I saw a flying Ford Anglia swinging around the bars that had been on Harry's window. "What the-?" I ran over and watched as an orange haired boy pulled Harry's trunk and owl into the car. The door of the car then swung open and Harry leaped into it. I began creeping closer to the car. "Hey! What are you doing!?" I asked. No answer. "Can I come with Harry? He's my brother!" I shouted again. I saw Harry lean over to the orange haired boy who seemed to be driving the car. "Sure! Henry, right?" He asked a few moments later, dropping down a rope. "Yeah!" I said, hesitating. I then began to climb the rope. I made it to the top and into the car. "Who are you?" I asked, skeptical. "This, Henry is Ron, Fred and George Weasley." Harry told me. "Okay." I snapped, annoyed by the tone of his voice. As I'm sure you know from before, me and Harry don't necessarily get along. Ron, who I assumed was driving, flew away into to night.
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