I know I said I'd wait for the reviews, but I got bored and started writing this in maths. And it's my birthday, so I might as well do something. Honestly, it's better than the first chapter.
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Chapter2- Finally, the letter...
"It was all a dream," thought Harry when he woke up the next morning, his eyes still clamped shut. "I'll open my eyes, and I'll be back in my cupboard. There wasn't a giant called Hagrid who was finally going to tell me what was in the letters... In fact, there never were any letters. And I certainly don't have a sister called Matilda... So who is that trying to wake me up?"
His eyes flew open. Standing over him was a skinny, eleven-year-old girl with thick, red hair and hazel eyes so bright they were almost golden. There was something about her almost permanent smile that made him think she must be a trouble-maker.
"Matilda?" he groaned, straightening his glasses.
"Seriously, mate, call me Mati. Everyone does," replied his twin.
"Um, I've not even known you for a day, and you're already calling me 'mate'?"
"Oh, don't worry about that. I call everyone 'mate'," she grinned. "So, do you think you're ready to brave waking up Hagrid to remind him that we have to go and he still hasn't sent an owl to Dumbledore?"
"An owl?"
"Oh, I keep forgetting you haven't been given the letter yet. Hold on."
She started looking through the pockets of the coat they'd slept under, and she would occasionally throw in a comment like, "Ow! I was hoping he was joking about the mice" and "Who keeps a live barn owl in their pocket?"
Finally, she pulled out a large, yellow addressed to Mr H. Potter, The Floor, Hut-on-the-Rock, The Sea.
"Happy birthday, Harry," she said quietly, as if daring him to rip it open. So, instead, he carefully prised it open, and finally read his letter...
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Oh, I love a good cliff hanger. Okay, we all know what's going to happen (if you don't, why are you reading this?), but still...
Review, please. Or my deathday might end up on the same day as my birthday.