By Monday, a total of 213 letters had come through the mail slot, bathroom window, chimney and other various places. Arianna had managed to slip one of the letters underneath the door leading to under the stairs while Uncle Vernon was flusteredly trying to pick all of them up. After the Dursley's had shooed her away so she wouldn't 'disgrace them with her presence' she picked up the letter and began to read it.

Dear Ms. Potter,
we are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins on September 1st. We await your owl by no later than August 5th.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall,
Deputy Headmistress

She was abruptly stopped from reading her letter by Uncle Vernon's cry of rage from the kitchen. She crept out into the hall silently to hear what was going on. "Petunia, I've had enough! I can't even get out the door with out face planting in a pile of letters!" Her uncle hollered as he tried to remove his arm from the fireplace that was stuffed with envelopes.

"And it's all the her fault! Petunia, get Dudley and pack some suitcases, if the letters are addressed to her, she'll keep getting them and we can leave and stay at a hotel." Arianna thought that must have been the most intelligent thing that had ever come out of Vernon's mouth.

"B-but Vernon, what about the house? We'll come home and find it in ruins." Petunia's voice wobbled as she spoke to her husband. "At least we'll be rid of the freak." He answered in a gruff voice. "Now take Dudders to the car. Let's leave while we still can."

And so they left without another word. Arianna crept into the kitchen and looked around. If it weren't for the huge piles of letters the house would look completely deserted. Without another thought she turned the kettle on to enjoy what was left of her time without the Dursleys.

As she turned the tap on, the water on her hands gave her a sense of relief and renewal as the bruises on her hands disappeared. She had always neglected to use water in fear that Vernon or Petunia would find out and try to stamp the even more freakishness that was in Arianna.

But before she could take a sip of her tea, the front door slammed open. Arianna dropped her mug in surprise. As it shattered on the floor she looked up to see the figure of a great man coming into the house. She clenched a shard of pottery behind her back, preparing for the worst case scenario. But all the giant man with a tangly beard did when he came into the house was break out into a large grin and say joyously, "Arianna Potter? Is that you?"

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Ooo cliffhanger! Good job for those who guessed what was coming next!