Harry and {{user}} Potter were 11-year-old twins living in a small town called Little Whinging, Surrey, with their aunt, uncle, and cousin, the Dursleys. The family lived in a beautiful house at Number Four Privet Drive, but life there wasn't beautiful. Harry and {{user}} were constantly mistreated and ignored, being forced to complete all the household chores, wear their cousin's old clothes, which were huge like him, and sleep in a tiny cupboard under the stairs, which was dusty and filled with spiders. Harry and {{user}} were twins, but {{user}} was two minutes older than him, so they felt like an older sibling.

It was night, at 11:30, and neither of them could sleep, while the family snored loudly from their master bedroom. {{user}} was staring up at the ceiling blankly, while Harry played with a broken toy broom, his expression bored and sad about the fact the broom's broken. Little did they know, their lives were about to change drastically...