Theodora and Harry Potter

Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter as much as I would love to be able to say that I don't own any characters other than Theodora potter and my own Ocs, I also only own my twists to the plot, not the original one. But please don't steal my work because while I don't own Harry Potter I own my own parts in the story. Sorry for the ranting I hate reading these in books myself.

Beth Crowley and warrior is the theme song for this book as I feel it represents it a lot though it may change later on in the book.

This is going to be a Thea x Draco and a Thea x Voldemort/Tom Riddle

'Pastletongue'

And a quick thank you to M-1967 for being the first to vote and comment.

Mild TW for mentions of abuse.

In the neighbourhood of privet drive the house looks as flawless as it had ten years ago. Ten years ago this house was changed forever.

Tow babies left on the forested to be raised by the worst kind of muggles there are.

The grass is still a bright healthy green, the flowers are still blossomed and blooming into a beautiful pattern consisting of lilacs, roses, lilies and tulips.

The exterior is still flawless but the interior is tarnished by the blood, sweat and tears of two innocent children.

On the morning of June 28th two twins lay upon a mattress in a cupboard they've been forced to call a room.

The raven hair of a small boy peaks out from the thin blanket stained with the blood and tears of its owner. Next to him is an even smaller girl with fiery red hair and pale skin. Her ragged clothes split and torn from the years of abuse lay so lightly on her delicate body.

The cupboard they lie, haunted by the screams, tears and calls for help of those who lay inside.

As the sun rises on one of the closing days of the month you already would know it will be warm. The soft emitting glow that over shines the shadows of the night is chasing out the darkness that surrounds the damp and cold cupboard.

"Up get up now it duddykins birthday and everything needs to be perfect," from outside of the cupboard is a horse face women with pristine clothes and an upright attitude a complete contrast to the neglected children of privet four drive.

All except for Dudley anyway.

Theodora POV

I wake up to a hammering on the door and my ever so loving aunt banging on the door of our cupboard. I look to my right and see Harry reaching for his glasses.

"Come on sis we better get out there no need to make them mad." I sigh knowing he's right but all I want to do is curl up and go back to sleep.

"Yeah come on then," I get up and open the door only to get pushed back inside by the elephant that my aunt and uncle have living in the house.

He storms into the kitchen and goes straight for the presents. How typical.

Me and Harry get into the kitchen only to find out aunt there with a stormy look on her face. Glaring at us as if we are the root to all her problems. Although to be fair we probably are. I more than Harry.

I have to say though she's hurting my eyes her flowery outfit the colours with it, and the smell of dye is causing my stomach to churn.

"You boy get the bacon on and don't burn anything or else, and you girl go make Vernon his tea." She orders letting go of the ladle she was previously using.

"Yes aunt petunia," we say in sinc causing her glare to harden knowing it freaks her out when we do that.

He voice was hard and he eyes were hateful. What did we ever do to that horse faced b***h.

Before I could ponder any more on the subject we are rushed along into the kitchen.

I smirk to myself when I hear Dudley wailing like a baby. I carry uncle vernons tea through and set to help Harry with the food.

"What do you think he'll complain about this year?" Me and Harry have bets each year for as long as I can remember. The bet being what Dudley will complain about this year. Last year it was having too many of the same brand. The year before they wasn't big enough. The year before he didn't get the newest television for his room.

You get the gist he's a f*****g nightmare on his birthday more than ever.

"I think he'll complain about having better things last year."

"I think he'll complain about less this year,"

"How many are there?" Here we go.

"36 we counted them ourselves,"

"36, but last year last year I had 37,"

"How did you guess that Thea?" I just shrug and smirk at him and look back to the oh so entertaining scene.

"You didn't count the one from Aunt Marge yet." Ugh Marge even fatter b***h than Dudley and he's is pushing the limit already. She is a b***h when she's here and she absolutely hates me and Harry. She treats us more like amber slaves than Petunia and Vernon and that doesn't even seem possible till she is here again.

"Alright well 37 then," and the baby is sulking again.

His dark brown hair shirt on his head heels down to perfection looks like a greacy mess and the suit and tie he wears only outlines the layers of fat that swing with every step.

"Ok well when we go out how about we get you two more?" He looks like he's contemplating something before he nods his red face.

"Alright then I'll have thirty... thirty..."

"You'll have thirty nine," three harsh degrading glares are sent my way as if I'm not meant to know that when Dudley is the one doing the equation.

"Huh thinking like ya father, big money son I'm proud of you," Vernon's proud to have a money hungry, pig of a son. Well maybe it's so he doesn't feel alone with the title.

After a while when we've all eaten and gotten ready aunt petunia comes into the living room sorting her usual scowl.

I look at her and then Harry and we simultaneously roll our eyes.

"Mrs figgs has had an accident so she can't look after the twins,"

I look up as she says that and blink in shock, this hasn't happened before that's for sure. These always been someone to watch us.

The Elephant won't be happy with this.

"I give him three seconds," I nod in agreement and feel a little smirk entertain my face.

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"Mummy that's not fair I don't want them to go they'll ruin everything, it's my special day, mine, and I say I don't want them to go," he wails, screaming out in protest at the mere thought of us going.

Maybe if we stay quiet she will allow us to stay here.

"We can always stay here," oh come on Harry really. Why couldn't you just stay quiet?

I shoot him a look and he just gazed back at me confused before I roll my eyes and turn back to the horse faced woman.

"And leave you two here to burn the house down I don't think so you'll be coming with us but any funny business, any at all and it'll be no food for a week and 20 lashes each," the beat root says barely being able to breathe through his rant.

I shiver a bit at the thought of him whipping us. My wounds only just healing from the last punishment. I hadn't eaten for a week and so I snuck into the kitchen when they were busy let's just say I found it hard to use my hands for a week and my blanket is still stained from blood.

We get everything we need before we set off to get Piers.

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Dinner , which consisted of Dudley non-stop tantrums due to the knickerbocker glory wasn't big enough for his ever growing body, wasn't so bad the food was nice, the view was as well and the chairs were far more comfortable than the stone floor we are forced to sit on whenever we're aloud food at privet drive.

Me and Harry were aloud to share the one that was apparently too small for Dudley and Uncle Vernon got him another one, a bigger one.

As we enter the reptile house I come across many different species. Crocodiles, turtles, snakes, Geckos, chameleons and many more different types of these scaled creatures.

Dudley and Piers instantly go towards the poisonous and venomous breed of snakes while I just stroll around heeding what Vernon said about staying out of the way. Well actually it's because Piers is a creep and tries to touch me up whenever he gets the chance. But that beside the point.

I hear commotion forming from my left and so I turn to see Vernon hammering away on the glass that shelters a boa constrictor.

I walk closer to it and as they all walk away I see Harry randomly hissing. Just as I start to back away believing my brother finally gave into the insanity that persuades us every night in that manky cupboard, I hear and understand what they're saying.

'Do you ever miss your family? Oh well that's me and my sister as well we never knew our parents, we're alike that way I guess'

I look towards the sign and see it says bread in captivity. The one the snakes head pointed to and nod in realisation. Oh so that's what Harry meant.

'Harry that's creepy we wasn't bread in captivity we were orphaned because of that so called car crash,'

Both Harry and the snake look my way and the waned looks surprised before hissing contently.

'Another speaker how very thrilling.'

"Mummy, mummy look at this snake you won't believe what it's doing," our interrupted conversation gives credits to Dudley Dursley. The fat pig. He pushes us over and elbows Harry in the ribs who falls into me.

Once I gather myself and sit up with Harry we both glare at the glass and I just wish it would disappear.

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Long story short the glass very much disappeared and only returned once Dudley was held captive in that very cage. Though now the zoo have a boa constrictor on the loose.

Sure gave people a fright.

We haven't any food for a week and I sit in the cupboard feeling like I'm about to cry. Harry is in the basement which is were we get our punishments.

They hurt so much I hate it. I can't wait till I'm free, me and Harry can live together far away, away from all of this and we'll be happy.

I wipe my cheek as I thought of earlier, Vernon was so angry when he asked what had happened I was about to say I don't know and it wasn't me before Harry piped in and said it was like magic.

If there is one thing the Dursleys take pride in its being a 'normal' family and anything abnormal they hate especially magic.

I hear heavy footsteps coming towards the door and Harry returns looking half conscious and in a lot of pain. Before I can make sure he's okay I'm dragged towards the basement to share the same wicked fate as my brother.

As I walk through the hall I let a tear trickle down my face and I send a prayer to anyone who's listening. To please help me.

But I'm soon silenced as I'm pushed through the door that is my personal descend to hell.