Harriet Dursley
Prologue:
Harriet Dursley woke and switched off the alarm clock, as she switched it off the floor overhead trembled as Marge Dursley came down stairs.
"Oi you, come here!" her guardian often addressed her in this way. As she groped in the dark for her uniform her hands fell on the book she'd been reading the night before, but no time now. Once she had located her uniform she dragged it on. Harriet Dursley was a highly unusual girl in many ways, for one she was blind, but she was used to this and could still do her favourite thing, read; she red in brail which are gropes of raised dotes which form words. Another was she was adopted but she couldn't remember her real parents at all, her sere name had also been changed from she didn't know what, to Dursley. And unlike most 12 year old girls she didn't care what she looked like which was probably a good thing because she had a nasty cut on one cheek and booze on the other. The less noticeable of all her ingress was a small scare on her hand which was shaped like a bolt of lightning. According to Marge it had been there 12 years ago when she had come to live here.
As Harriet walked into the kitchen she could hear the old and dangerous dog ripper lapping in a corner.
"Straiten your tie and come you're hair before your interview with stone wall." Barked Marge.
Harriet's heart sank it was the last week of term and she had an interview with her new secondary school. Which she knew she would have to get into, as she'd stayed at primary school for an extra year and new the only other schools needed fees that Marge would not pay. As she ate her breakfast Marge drowned on about all her bull dogs. When Harriet was ready she grabbed her cane and set off for school.