AN: Oh look, another one. Someone call DJ Khaled. Don't expect this to become a regular thing. Thank you so very much to Mia Tia for the review. Okay, so I hope you enjoy this next chapter.

Disclaimer: Lol, I wish. I do not own Harry Potter, J. K. Rowling does.

Letters from no one

The zoo incident had earned Harry the longest punishment the Dursley's had ever administered. He was confined to the cupboard well into the first week of summer. Dudley had already ruined half of his presents.

Dudley and his gang had begun their annual Harry hunting for the year. Liza's porch had a perfect view of this sport. Selena invited Harry to spend time with them any time that she could, but Harry wasn't interested in the feminine activities the girls spent their time on. She wanted to spend as much time with Liza as possible. She was going a girls only private school. Selena and Harry would be attending Stonewall High, the local public school. The only positive to the situation was that Dudley had been accepted to Smeltings, Uncle Vernon's old secondary school.

On the day, in July, that Aunt Petunia took Dudley to get his Smeltings uniform, Selena accompanied Liza on a similar shopping trip. During this time, Harry was alone at Mrs. Figgs. Arbor's Academy for girls had the cutest uniform of the private schools, a forest green blazer and plaid, pleated skirt. The color looked excellent against Liza's tanned skin and light hair. Mrs. Garcia even let her buy Selena a little green hairpin.

That night, back at the Dursley's, Dudley paraded around the room in his Smeltings attire. He looked like a beach ball dressed as a circus ring leader with a maroon tailcoat, orange knickerbockers, a boater hat, and a knobbly cane. At the sight, Uncle Vernon gruffly declared that it was the proudest moment of his life and Aunt Petunia began to weep. Selena bit down on her tongue trying not to laugh. She could tell Harry was doing the same.

When the twins woke the air stunk. Selena sneezed a few times. Aunt Petunia was tending to a metal tub sitting in the sink. "What's this?" Asked Harry gesturing to the bin. Their Aunt's lips pursed as though she had just tasted something bitter.

"Your new school uniforms."

Selena slow blinked at her.

"Oh," Harry said, "I didn't realize they'd be so wet." Selena snorted.

"Don't be stupid," Mrs. Dursley snapped. "I'm dyeing some of Dudley's old things gray for you. It'll look just like everyone else's when I've finished."

"Aunt Petunia," Selena started hesitantly, "I don't know if you've noticed, but I'm a girl."

"Of course I've noticed," She scoffed, "I have one of your old skirts in here."

Selena seriously doubted that she'd look like everyone else. She tried to imagine what she'd look like, trying to piece together ways that it wouldn't look so awful. Most likely she'd be laughed at for it. At least Harry would share her suffering at Stonewall.

Dudley and Uncle Vernon entered for breakfast. Dudley kept banging his Smeltings stick on the table. Selena imagined hitting him in the shins with the Smeltings stick.

They heard the click of the mail slot and flop of letters on the doormat.

"Get the mail, Dudley," said Uncle Vernon from behind his paper.

"Make Harry get it."

"Get the mail, Harry."

"Make Dudley get it."

"Poke him with your Smelting stick, Dudley."

Harry dodged Dudley's swing and went off to get the mail. Selena sat down at the table and nibbled on a piece of toast. Every time Harry went to get the mail, she sat awkwardly with the Dursleys not saying a word.

He was taking a while. "Hurry up, boy!" Uncle Vernon hollered. "What are you doing, checking for letter bombs?" He chuckled at his own joke. Selena groaned internally.

Harry returned and handed Uncle Vernon the letters, but out of the corner of her eye, Selena noticed that Harry was holding two manila letters in his hands still. She nodded towards him to ask why. He placed a finger over his mouth. Their Uncle and Aunt hadn't noticed because they were busy prattling on about trivialities.

But then Dudley spotted them, "Dad! Dad, Harry's got something!"

Harry tossed an envelope to Selena, but before she could even glance at it Dudley ripped it out of her hands. Uncle Vernon had confiscated Harry's. "Hey!" She yelled in surprise.

"That's mine!" Harry said, trying to grab it back. Dudley delivered hers to Mr. Dursley.

He unfolded Harry's letter and as his eyes trailed across the paper he went from beet red to pale as a ghost.

"P-P-Petunia!" he gasped.

Dudley tried to grab the letter to read it, but Uncle Vernon held it high out of his reach. Aunt Petunia took it hastily and read the first line. For a moment, it looked as though she might fall over. She choked.

"Vernon! Oh my goodness - Vernon!"

They stared at each other, seeming to have forgotten that the children were still in the room. Dudley wasn't used to being ignored. He patted his father on the crown with his Smeltings stick.

"I want to read that letter," he whined loudly.

"I want to read it!" Harry exclaimed vehemently, "Seeing as it's mine."

Uncle Vernon yelled for them to get out and Selena followed his order. She would just listen from outside the door. Harry and Dudley soon arrived after her Uncle threw them out by their shirt collars. Unfortunately, the two of them had the same idea as her. Dudley listened through the keyhole and Harry on the floor. "Amateurs," She muttered. She downed the rest of the juice from her breakfast cup and leaned it against the door.

"Vernon," Aunt Petunia was saying voice shaking, "look at the address - how could they possibly know where they sleep? You don't think they're watching the house?"

"Watching - spying - might be following us," muttered Uncle Vernon wildly.

"But what should we do, Vernon? Should we write back? Tell them we don't want-"

"No," he said finally. "No, we'll ignore it. If they don't get an answer... Yes, that's best... we won't do anything..."

"But-"

"I'm not having one in the house, let alone two, Petunia! Didn't we swear when we took them in we'd stamp out that dangerous nonsense?"

Later that day, Uncle Vernon paid their little cupboard a visit. Selena was shocked. This was a first.

"Where's my letter?" said Harry, the moment Uncle Vernon had squeezed through the door. Selena buried her face in her hands. Harry had absolutely no idea how to work Uncle Vernon. "Who's writing to me?"

"No one. It was addressed to you by mistake," said Uncle Vernon curtly. "I have burned it." Mierda, she sighed in her head. Selena had hoped to nick it from the kitchen later. If he ripped it up she could have puzzled it back together.

"It was not a mistake," said Harry angrily, "it had our cupboard on it."

"SILENCE!" Uncle Vernon bellowed. Selena's heart thumped in her chest. Her Uncle's expression took such a sharp turn that she felt motion sickness settle in. A rather forced smile spread across his face. "Well-urm, about the cupboard- Harry, Selena- Your Aunt and I have been thinking… the two of you have really gotten a bit big for it… we think it might be nice if you moved into Dudley's second bedroom."

"What?" Selena asked excitedly at the same time Harry said, "Why?"

"Don't ask questions!" snapped his uncle. "Take this stuff upstairs, now."

Harry and Selena grabbed their things hurriedly and ran up the stairs. Inside Dudley's second bedroom were all of his broken presents. "Harry!" Selena turned toward him excitedly.

"What?" He asked, startled at her vocal volume. Selena was usually very quiet.

"We have our own room!" She jumped up and down. "We have a room, Harry!"

The twins plopped down on the bed, Dudley's temper tantrum playing as their background music. "I wish we had that letter…" Harry sighed.

"Yeah, but Harry…" She turned her head towards his, grinning, "We have a room."

The next morning, they ate breakfast in silence. Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia shared dark glances. When the mail came, Uncle Vernon made Dudley get it. He shouted from the hall, "There's another one! 'Mr. H. Potter, The Smallest Bedroom, 4 Privet Drive - '"

Uncle Vernon made some sort of choking noise. Uncle Vernon had to tackle Dudley in order to get it from him. Harry grabbed Uncle Vernon in a choke hold. She and Aunt Petunia looked at each other dawning shocked expressions. Dudley flung his Smeltings stick wildy effectively smacking Selena's glasses off of her face. She dropped to hands and knees and pawed at the ground trying to find them. She felt awfully like Velma from Scooby Doo.

When she finally got her glasses back on her face Uncle Vernon was standing, panting frantically. "Go to your cupboard - I mean, your bedroom," he wheezed. "Dudley - go - just go."

The next morning Harry's alarm clock went off at six in the morning. This action was against Selena's wishes. Clearly the Dursleys were horrified by the thought of either of them getting a hold of any of these mystery letters. She wagered that Uncle Vernon or Aunt Petunia would be prepared. Harry was already determined.

"AAAAARRRGH!"

"I knew it!" She whispered to herself. Selena ran down the hall and the stairs. She discovered her brother looking down at her Uncle rolled up in sleeping back looking like an overstuffed burrito. Then came the yelling. It lasted the good part of the next hour until he ordered Harry to make him a cup of tea.

Uncle Vernon began to shred both of their letters while sitting on his recliner.

Uncle Vernon didn't go to work that day. He stayed at home and nailed up the mail slot. "See," he explained to Aunt Petunia nails dangling from his mouth, "if they can't deliver them they'll just give up."

"I'm not sure that'll work, Vernon."

"Oh, these people's minds work in strange ways, Petunia, they're not like you and me," said Uncle Vernon, distractedly hammering away with the piece of fruitcake her Aunt made for him.

Over the next few days things had gotten out of hand. Letters were showing up everywhere. They'd been packed outside the doors like a blizzard had come. Aunt Petunia pureed all the letters in the blender.

On Sunday Uncle Vernon was euphoric. He excitedly mutter about there being no post on Sundays. "No letters today— "

Then, something shot down the chimney, and then another something, another, and another. The next thing Selena knew the chimney was projectile vomiting mail. Harry was leaping in the air trying to catch one. She hurriedly snatched one from the ground and bolted out the door. She could hear Aunt Petunia's heels clicking down the hall after her but she didn't care. Selena shoved it down her shirt and ran out the door. Once on the law she frantically ripped open the letter. She had been fortunate enough to grab one addressed to her. "Miss Potter, you have been accepted— "

Her Aunt wrestled the paper out of her hands. During this tug of war Selena shouted wildly, "NO! Mine! Mine!" Mrs. Dursley managed to snatch it up and rip it up beyond recognition and then stamped on it for good measure.

Aunt Petunia gripped her arm with more strength than Selena thought the woman had, and dragged her back into the house. When Uncle Vernon spotted them, he spoke voice shaking with ire, "That does it. I want you all back here in five minutes ready to leave. We're going away. Just pack some clothes. No arguments."

His expression was so savage that no one dared go against his wishes. Ten minutes later they were speeding towards the high way to an unknown location. Dudley was crying because he hadn't been able to bring his TV or computer.

They drove for hours upon hours in complete silence. Aunt Petunia was staring out the window eyes wide and rimmed with darkness. Uncle Vernon was going mad. He would jerk the car in the opposite direction, muttering, "Shake 'em off… Shake 'em off."

They never once stopped the car. Selena had had to pee for a few hours. Dudley was howling. He had never had a day quite like this one. He was hungry. He'd missed all of his regular TV programming.

Finally, Uncle Vernon stopped at a rather eerie looking hotel. She and Harry shared a room with twin beds with dusty, musky smelling sheets. She'd gone straight to bed, but Harry sat on the window sill staring out at the night sky.

In the morning at breakfast, which consisted of stale cereal and cold canned tomatoes on burnt toast, a member of the hotel staff informed them of some letters that had come that morning. The address had changed to their hotel room. Uncle Vernon snatched the letter and told the woman, "I'll take them." He followed her out the dining hall.

Hours later Aunt Petunia suggested that they return home. But, Uncle Vernon paid it no mind. He drove them first to a forest, got out, shook his head, and got back in. This happened again many times at equally strange locations.

"Daddy's gone mad, hasn't he?" Dudley asked Aunt Petunia sullenly that day midafternoon. Uncle Vernon had parked at the coast, locked them all inside the car, and disappeared.

Fat drops of rain splattered on the car windows. Selena felt the urge to pee return.

"It's Monday," he told his mother. "The Great Humberto's on tonight. I want to stay somewhere with a television."

Tomorrow was their eleventh birthday. She was supposed to spend the day at Liza's. They were going to paint and eat nachos. Then she would come home and receive a pair of socks or gently used black pen from the Dursleys. To finish off the night she and Harry would sing Happy Birthday together sarcastically. Her plans were ruined.

When Uncle Vernon returned, he was grinning and holding a skinny parcel. "Found the perfect place!" he said. "Come on! Everyone out!"

Outside of the car it was freezing. Chilly globs of rain were pouring down her nose. Her Uncle was gesturing towards some large rock in the middle of the water. On top of it was a hut that didn't look to be very sound in foundation.

"Storm forecast for tonight!" said Uncle Vernon gleefully, clapping his hands together. "And this gentleman's kindly agreed to lend us his boat!"

A toothless man in a yellow rain coat sauntered up to them pointing at the rock shack and then at a little rowboat bobbing about with the current.

"I've already got us some rations," said Uncle Vernon, "so all aboard!"

If the air outside the car was cold, the air on the boat was frigid. Selena's eyelashes felt as though they were going to fly off her face. Her glasses were speckled with rain and she couldn't see a thing. She'd be better off not wearing them. Selena unfortunately had wet herself a little because of the rocking of the boat.

The inside of the hut reeked of fish. The air was dank and wind seeped through gaps in the walls. There were only two rooms.

Uncle Vernon's rations turned out to be a bag of chips each and four bananas. He tried to start a fire, to no avail with the empty chip bag.

"Could do with some of those letters now, eh?" he said gleefully. Uncle Vernon was in a very good mood, despite being cooped up on this damp, little rock.

Selena couldn't sleep. The waves were beating violently against the crag. Thunder was crackling in the distance. That made her nervous. They were in the most dangerous possible place to be during a thunderstorm, in the middle of a vast body of water.

She and Harry sat on the sandy floor watching the time go by on Dudley's wrist watch. Every passing minute they would turn to each other and say "Three minutes left, Two minutes left, One minute left."

Until they were counting the seconds in whispers, "Three… two… one…"

BOOM.

Selena and Harry jumped. Someone was knocking at the door.