Eleanor Potter and the Philosophers Stone

By Sophie Hunter

Disclaimer – The story and characters of Harry Potter belong to a one J.K Rowling; not me however much I wish other wise.

A/N: I apologise for the wait. School's been a bit hectic with coursework and mocks. Sorry!

BANG! The cupboard door slammed shut in her face. "And stay in there you ungrateful bitch!" came the cry of her Uncle on the other side of the door.

She sat shaking in the corner of her cupboard with her arms round her knees, tears cascading down her face. She couldn't work out what she had done which was so bad. Of course anything she did was viewed as the work of Satan in her 'family's' eyes but she'd just asked for what was hers. She looked back in her mind to when the day began to see what went wrong.

'Get the post Dudley' came the gruff voice of Vernon; lord of four privet drive. Ruler of the Dursley household.

"Make her get" whined Dudley Dursley, four privet drives resident pig.

"Good idea son. Girl!" he yelled not bothering to think that she was only a foot away from him "Girl, go get the post"

"Yes Sir" came her meek reply, well she didn't want to anger him.

As she walked down the hall she couldn't help but feel like something was going to happen, do you ever get those feelings? When you know something's going to happen, you just don't know what.

She bent down to pick up the letters and started leafing through them, (Vernon didn't want to see any Junk-mail). She stopped suddenly, her heart bounding against her ribcage. A letter was addressed to her.

"What are you doing girl, checking for letter bombs!" Eleanor looked up quickly and started walking back to the kitchen slipping the letter into her cupboard on the way.

All day long she couldn't concentrate on anything; all she could think about was that letter. She was so preoccupied with thoughts of it that she ended up burning their dinner. This of course led to her being chucked in the cupboard for the night and Vernon announcing that he was taken the family out to dinner. For once Eleanor didn't mind, she was with her letter.

As soon as the door shut she quickly turned her torch on and found the letter. Once she had it in her hand she started to shake. Her name and address, (even down to the cupboard) were emblazoned onto the front in Emerald Green Ink. She softly traced her name savouring the feelings she was feeling. Someone had written to her. Someone had written to her! Someone had written to her!!! This thought echoed round her head until she let out a squeal of glee, but then a dark thought stole into her mind destroying her happiness. Why would someone write to her? Questions are the things that drive a person mad. Always searching for answers but Eleanor had her answers, and that in its self scared her more then anything.

She turned the envelope over and looked at the seal. It was a coat of arms with four animals on, a lion, a badger, a snake and a raven. Eleanor frowned. It must be a letter from someone very important to have its own seal. She broke the seal slowly and pulled out the letter. She opened the letter and had just began to read the first sentence when her door was flung open and her Uncle stood blocking out all outside light with his large frame. He was about to say something when he spotted the letter. His face contorted into an ugly snarl and he lent in and grabbed the poor girl by her arm and yanked her out dragging her to the living room ignore her yells of pain.

Once there he snatched the letter out of her hands and began to yell. She didn't listen to what he was saying or react to the spit flying onto her face but sat in shock. She had been too rapped up in what she was doing to realise the car pulling up, the door opening, and her uncle storming up to her door. They were supposed to be going out! Why had then come back? She could have gone on but her musings were cut short when she heard a change in her Uncle's voice. It sounded strangled and horrified, "Petunia" he called out, "PETUNIA" he cried getting louder. Eleanor looked up. Her normally red uncle was now as white as a sheet, her aunt came running in looking flustered. Vernon passed the letter to her and she took one looked of it and sat down. The colour draining from her face and she started muttering to her self. Eleanor's interests was now piqued.

"What does my letter say?" she asked boldly. Her uncle turned to her and forced out a "nothing girl, it wasn't for you, wrongly addressed"

"NO! It had my name on, my cupboard, It was for me!" and with that she got up and started towards her aunt to try and get the letter. She was just a few centimetres away when she felt something pulling violently at her hair. She fell to the floor but as she tried to get up again her uncle cruelly grabbed her hair again and yanked her towards her cupboard and through her in there. BANG! The cupboard door slammed shut in her face. "And stay in there you ungrateful bitch!" came the cry of her Uncle on the other side of the door.

No she couldn't see what she had done which was so terrible and now she was never going to get that letter. May-be it was a relative who wanted to come save her from this life or a kind person who wanted to give her a chance.

As she fell asleep praying that the person would write again she dreamt she was flying. She fly up to a castle and then up to a stone tower. Standing in the tower she saw two people. Who were they? She flew closer to see who they were. She noticed one of them was a woman. Eleanor looked at the woman and realised with a start that it was her self, just older and there was a man with her. She couldn't see his features clearly as it was hazy but he had his arms around her, why? She flew closer again and noticed she was crying. The hazy man opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out. Dream Eleanor looked up and nodded and began to walk to the ledge. Eleanor gasped. She was going to jump! Dream Eleanor turned to say something to the man but he disappeared in a puff of green smoke, she opened her mouth to scream but like the man no sound came out. Dream Eleanor lost her balance suddenly and fell her arms flailing madly. The real Eleanor flew down to see what become of her dream self but she her self started to fall. She kept falling in blackness, down, down and down till she heard an evil laugh and a flash of blinding green light.

Thank-you for all you reviews, much appricaited. I'm not really sure of this chapter. I didn't think I did the characters much justice but here you go. The dream at the end will be important to the story, (I didn't just get bored).