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Chapter Two- The Letters

Harry and Aria weren't allowed out until the summer holidays began. They had been in their cupboard for about a month. They were very busy making breakfast for Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon, and Dudley. Aria knew that she would barely get anything to eat. Harry, however, didn't know how much breakfast he would get. Uncle Vernon looked up from his morning paper and said, "Get the mail, Dudley."

"Make Harry get it," whined Dudley.

"Get the mail, Harry."

"Make Dudley get it."

"Polk him with your Smelting stick Dudley."

Aria watched as Harry dodged the stick. He went to get the mail. On the floor he picked up four things. There was a post card, a bill, one letter for Aria, and one letter for him. He slipped Aria's letter into the cupboard under the stairs before going into the kitchen. He handed the bill and the post card to Uncle Vernon.

Dudley was watching Harry. Uncle Vernon looked at the post card. Aunt Petunia came up to him. "What is it Vernon?"

"Marge is ill."

Suddenly Dudley yelled, "Dad, look Harry's got something!"

Aria looked at the letter in Harry's hand. She only got a quick glimpse at it before it was snatched out of his hand. She knew what it was even though she didn't get a good look at it. She hid a smile while Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia had a look of fear on their faces.

"Vernon, it can't be. We tried to squashed his magic right out of him."

"How do they know where they live?"

"It's how they work. They know everything."

"Dad, I want the letter!" Dudley yelled.

"No! I want it as it's mine!" Harry yelled.

Aria couldn't take all of this yelling anymore. "Enough!" She hurried out into the hallway, and into the cupboard. She saw the very same letter that Harry had, but this one was addressed to her. Ms. Aria Potter, number Four Privet Drive, the cupboard under the stairs, Little Winging, Surrey.

This time she couldn't contain her happiness. She opened the letter, and read what it said, which was:

Dear Ms. Potter,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find all the necessary equipment in the enclosed page. We await your owl no later than July 31st.

Yours Sincerely.

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

The cupboard door open and I came Harry sporting his broken glasses. He watched Aria put her letter in one of her books for safekeeping. He knew that is where she puts everything that's important to keep very safe. "Aria, what are you thinking about?"

"Harry, I am thinking about when are we going to get out of here."

Later on Uncle Vernon came to visit them in their cupboard. He looked at them with an evil glint in his eyes. "I'm thinking that you two should move out of here, and into Dudley's second bedroom. Don't even ask about your letter boy because I've destroyed it."

"Why do you want us to move out?" Harry asked.

"You two are getting a bit too big for it, so get a move on."

It took them only one trip each to move all of their things upstairs. Aria had all of her books and a couple of dresses. Harry, however, had his clothes and some of his figurines. Once in their new bedroom they put their things down. However, there was only one bed for the two of them. What were they going to do?

Nearly ten minutes passed before they decided who got the bed. As soon as they decided Aria got pulled into a vision. Luckily for her Harry didn't notice. She smiled when she came out of it. "Aria why don't you take the bed, and I'll take the floor."

"Harry, are you sure that you want the floor?"

"Aria, your lower back and legs need the comfort more than I do."

"Harry, but what about you? Don't you need the comfort to?"

"I'm sure, Aria. Now put a couple of books on the bedside table. I'll put my glasses somewhere safe. ."

She sat on the bed for a few moments. As soon as she sat down she felt pain shoot from her lower back to her feet. It subsided after a few minutes. She sighed in relief. Aria caught Harry's worried glance. "I'm fine Harry."

"Are you sure that you're fine? Aria, I may be ten minutes older than you, but we are still twins."

"Yes, I'm fine, Harry. The pain wasn't that bad this time. The pain isn't always unbearable you know."

The next morning three letters arrived for Harry and Aria. They watched in horror as Uncle Vernon burned the letters. He nailed the mail slot shut. When the mail arrived the next morning the mailman had to cram it through the cracks in the windows. The same day twelve letters arrived for Harry and Aria. Uncle Vernon burned the letters before the twins could even look at the letters.

On Saturday twenty-four letters were hidden in two-dozen eggs that Aunt Petunia bought. With each egg that she cracked; she found a letter. She tried to keep two letters safe from Uncle Vernon, but she failed. He found them in her secret place. He burned all twenty-four letters with Harry and Aria watching with horror.

Aria made dinner that night for the family. She tried to make it as healthy as possible. When she put dinner on the table Dudley started to whine. "Daddy, how come I don't get a lot of food?"

"Dudley, you and Uncle Vernon must learn to watch what you eat. You may have more when you're done, but you must ask nicely."

At Aria's reply Dudley spluttered. He was shocked to hear the truth. Uncle Vernon was blue in the face. Aria knew that he was beyond mad. "You apologize right now, girl."

"You two will have to begin to eat healthier at some point. That sooner that you do the better it will be for you."

"That wasn't an apology girl!"

"When was the last time that you apologized to anyone?" Aria asked. She ran from the room with tears streaming down her face.

Aunt Petunia knew what her niece meant. "Vernon, maybe when you apologize to her, she'll return it."

Harry followed his sister up to their room. He knew that something was wrong, but didn't know what. When he entered the room he saw Aria lying face down on the bed. She was crying into her pillow. "Aria, are you okay?"

Aria sat up on the bed. Tears were still streaming down her cheeks. She wasn't crying anymore though. "I'm okay, Harry. I guess that I'm partly crying because I'm in pain again."

"When did the pain start?"

"Just a few minutes before you came up here." She fell asleep after awhile. She slept right through until morning.

She went downstairs to make breakfast for the Dursleys. She was in the middle of cooking when Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon, and Dudley entered the kitchen. "Finally Sunday. In my opinion the best day of the week, why is that, Dudley?"

Dudley shrugged in confusion. "There's no post on Sundays," Aria replied.

"Right you are, girl."

Everybody went into the living room for the afternoon. They heard a rumbling sound coming from the fireplace. A thousand letters flew out and into the living room. Harry started leaping in the air trying to catch a letter. It took awhile, but he finally caught one for Aria and one for himself. "What's going on?" Dudley asked.

Aria and Harry ran out into the hallway. Uncle Vernon followed them out. "We're getting far away. A place where they can't find us."

Aunt Petunia and Dudley came to the doorway. "Daddy's gone made hasn't he?"

The first place that they went was a hotel in Cookworth. After breakfast the next morning a waitress came up to them at the table. On a silver plate were two letters. Uncle Vernon took the letters almost right out of her hand. Aria knew that the breakfast was so stale.

Uncle Vernon next took the family to another place. It started to pour half way through the trip. By the time the car stopped it was still pouring hard. The sky was also pitch black. He made the family get out of the car, and ride in a small boat to a hut on the rocks.

Once the family including Harry and Aria were inside they dried off. Uncle Vernon turned on the lights. Aria looked around the dusty and dreary hut. "Wow, this place is not stable for living in. however, this hut will keep us dry from this storm."

Aunt Petunia agreed with her niece. "Vernon, why did you pick this place? I have to agree with Aria, this place is a mess."

Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia got the only bed upstairs. Dudley got the couch while Harry and Aria were made to sleep on the floor. It was nearing midnight. Dudley was snoring on the couch beside them. His arm was hanging down with his watch on. It was fifteen minutes to midnight. Harry was busy drawing a cake in the dirt.

Harry drew the cake big enough to fit his and Aria's name in it. He drew eleven candles on top. He looked at Dudley's watch again. It was ten minutes to midnight. Aria began drawing the details to the cake. She took her time with the details on the dirty cake. She wanted to make it perfect for them.

With five minutes to spare Aria finished with her details. "That's wonderful Aria."

"Thanks Harry. You know that besides English, Art is my best subject."

"Right I forgot about that."

"I know you did, Harry."

"Is there anything else that I need to be reminded of?"

Aria hesitated for a moment. "No, there isn't, Harry."

Fifteen seconds until midnight both Harry and Aria watched as the seconds counted down. Soon they would be eleven years old. 10…9…8…7…6…5…4…3…2…1 Dudley's watch beeped midnight. The twins looked at each other. "Make a wish." Harry and Aria blew out the candles together.

Please Review. What do you think? So Aria has visions of the future, but her visions are based on what people decide. There is a poll on my profile, so please take it. What happened to Aria's lower back and legs? Put your guesses in the box below.