Love So Silent

Chapter Two

My peaceful slumber was interrupted by my aunt yelling "Up! Get up! Now!" I sat up in the bed I shared with Harry. While I yawned I rubbed the sleep from my eyes. Next to me Harry was still sound asleep. How he could manage that was beyond me.

I reatched over and shoved him slightly. He groaned and rolled over. Blindly reatching for his glasses.

I plucked them from their place on the shelf above our heads. He smiled a thanks as I handed them to him. At that moment our dear cousin decided to come running down the stairs. Sounding like a stampede of elephants. Harry covered me with his body.

Dust showered down on us. " Get up Potters! We're going to the Zoo!" Harry rolled off of me. We exchanged looks of confusion. The zoo?

"Are you up yet," came aunt Pentunia's screech. Harry rolled his eyes.

"Nearly," he yelled.

"Well hurry it up." I pushed open the door only to have it shoved closed. At that moment Dudley had decided to come running down the stairs. I rubbed at my now sensitive head. Harry cautiously opened the door this time.

He grabbed my hand and helped me out. I followed him into the living room. Dudley stood staring at his presents. Uncle Vernon sat at the table reading the newspaper and sipping his coffee. Aunt Petunia motioned me over.

"Be useful and finish breakfast." Without a word I took over her spot at the stove. I was concentrating on not burning the bacon when Dudleys wining penitrated my ear.

"Thirty- six," he said. Looking up at his mother and father. "That's two less than last year."

"Darling you haven't counted aunt marge's present," aunt petunia commented.

"Alright thirty- seven then." Dudleys face was rapidly turning red. Most likely one of his tantrums coming on. Aunt Petunia obviously saw this also. For she quickly defused the moment.

"We'll get you two more later today. How's that popkin. Is that alright?" He stopped to think about it.

"Then it would be thirty- thirty-."

"Thirty- nine popkin." He seemed satisfied with that answer because he sat back down. Uncle Vernon went to take a swig of his coffee and stopped short. He peaked inside.

"Eris get me more coffee." My face sunk. I was busy cooking the rest of the bacon. Harry gave me a reassuring smile and mouthed that he would do it. I smiled at him in thanks. I quickly moved the bacon from the pan to a plate.

Then sat it on the table where it quickly got devoured by Dudley. I gave him a disgusted look. It was quite horrifying to see him eat like that. The sound of mail being pushed through the mail slot caught my attention. "Dudley go get the mail," uncle Vernon said.

Dudley once again got red in the face. Before he could start to throw a tantrum I said "I'll do it." Uncle Vernon only waved me away.

"I don't care who does it. Someone just go get the mail." As I picked it up I looked through it. Only seeing bills and a postcard from aunt Marge. Like I could care less about her illness.

Then I came across something strange. There was two letters addressed to Harry and I. It had our names written in emerald green ink. On the back was a purple wax seal bearing a coat of arms; a lion, an eagle, a badger, and a snake surrounding a large letter H.

"Hurry up girl!" Turning on my heel I made my way back to the kitchen. Handing over the mail I started to open my letter.

"Dad Eris has a letter." Uncle Vernon snatched it out of my hands.

"Hey thats mine. It has my name on it." He chuckled.

"Who would be writing to you?" He ripped it open. What he read made him go white in the face. Aunt Petunia walked to stand behind him so she could read the letter over his shouler.

Her face also went pale. He snatched Harry's letter from the table. "Let me see it," Dudley demanded. Uncle Vernon ignored him though. He walked over to the fireplace and dropped the letters into the fire. Watching as they burned.

Dudley sat there amazed that for once hadn't gotten his way. For the next couple days those mysterious letters kept coming. One night I had gone into the living room just to see him burning them.

Uncle Vernon looked up and saw me. A smile spread across his face and he raised the last letter. Then threw it in there among the others. I turned around and quickly went up to my room.

Since the strange letters knew where we slept the Dursleys decided to move us to Dudleys second room.

Lets just say he didn't take being told to shut up well. This went on for a week. Then Uncle Vernon seemed to snap. "We're leaving. We're going far far away to where those blasted letters will never find us."

Aunt Petunia held onto Dudley. "Daddy's gone mad hasn't he?" We spent hours in the car. Every now and then we'd switch directions and Uncle Vernon would mutter that we were confusing them. Getting them off our trail.

Maybe Dudley was right and he had gone mad. During the night we finally made it to our destination. A rickety old shack in the middle of a rock our in the ocean. Uncle Vernon opened the door and said "They'll never find us here."

Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon took the only bed room. Dudley took the couch. Leaving us to find the sofest piece of floor we could. We shared a small blanket between us.

Harry watched Dudleys watch. As he did this I drew a cake on the ground. I had just finished when the clock struck midnight. "Happy birthday Eris," Harry said. I smiled at him.

"Happy birthday Harry." We blew out our fake candles together. Just as soon as we had done that there was a loud bang from outside. Harry grabbed my hand and pulled me with him beside the fireplace.

Another bang threatened to have the shack come crashing down. There was a crash as the door was thrown off its hinges. Dudley shot up and his screams filled the small room. There in the doorway was a tall giant of a man.