-1Chapter 3: The dream Cousin is back!
"you are never going back to that freak school!" Vernon yelled at a young thirteen-year old girl. The girl slapped his face and then she waved her pearly hand over her trunk. The trunk shrunk to the size of a marble and the girl stuck it in the pocket of her ice blue dress. She was about to head out the door but the towering man threw her in with a five year-old boy.
"Are you alright, Harry?" the girl asked before standing up. The boy stared at the ginger-hair beauty as she blasted the cupboard door open. She ran out of the house and through her hand in to the air with a stick in it. A triple-decker bus appear and she got on. "We'll met again, I promise." She said to the little boy as she got on the bus.
"Get your ars inside boy, before the neighbors see." the black-haired boy raced inside, fearing his uncle's wrath. Inside the boy curled up into a ball in his cupboard. His protector and only friend had just disappeared in a triple-decker bus.
Harry sat bolt upright in his bed. Tears ran down his face and mixed with his cold sweat. It was after sun rise as he got out of bed slowly. He headed toward the bathroom and pushed open the door. A beautiful melody filled the air as steam poured out of the bathroom.
"Harry, did your uncle not teach you how to knock either?" came a warm motherly voice as a creature with soft crystal green eyes and marvelous ginger hair. The creature had a soft light-blue towel wrapped around the ivory skin that created a beautiful hourglass figure. "are you alright, Harry?" the woman asked noting the cold sweat and tears of the eleven-year-old.
"just a bad dream. Sorry!" Harry scrambled to get out of the bathroom where the toweled female stood. The lady chuckled as she saw the boy exit. After getting dressed, she talked to Harry.
"You do not trust me, do you?" Olivia said sitting next to her charge. Harry's emerald eyes stared into the saddened airy eyes of his new guardian.
"I..I am scared because of my uncle." He began slowly. why am I tell her this. I just met her! "You also remind me of my cousin."
"Harry!" the lady said taken back by the statement. "Am I really as bad as that pig that your uncle dares call a boy. I mean, I can be harsh but I never knew I could be that…"
"Not that cousin. I had another cousin. She left when I was five , because Vernon would not let her go back to school." Olivia sat up stared, Does he remember me still. It has been at least six years. "She was the only one I could ever really call family." Olivia stared at the boy, who was also nearing tears again, for a moment and then just hugged him.
They sat there, crying, for what seemed like hours. "well, now you have me. " she wiped the tears away from his eyes. "would you like to help me get Juliet on her way." she added smiling. Harry nodded and got dressed. Olivia left the room and walked down the hall. "I can't believe he still remembers me but if only he knew the truth."
A young lady was awoken by a rude opening of her door. Her father ran across the room and yanked her from the bed she had been sleeping in. "What are you doing?!" she screamed at her father's strange actions.
Her father did not answer but instead thundered down the stairs, his daughter dragging behind. He unlocked the door to the basement and through her down the stairs. She landed on the cold concrete and went into a coughing fit. Her father relocked the door and ran toward her.
"give daddy a sweet kiss." He said grabbing bother her arms in one hand. She tried to scream but he clamped one hand over her mouth. "noone can hear you. This is a sound proof room." He hissed in her ear. "a little present for you …and me."
Her green eyes widened in fear as he removed his hand. He riped off her nightgown and saw a stick of blue in a harness around her waist. His eyes stared at the stick. She did not know what he would do if he got it.
"Madam Maxime, are you okay?" a young voice said breaking her from her thoughts. The woman he was talking to ruffled his hair and smiled.
"Can you help me find your owl?" she said, looking him in the eye. The boy nodded and they searched for the snow owl, Hedwig.
"Here she is. Good morning Hedwig." Harry called. Hedwig hooted as she landed on her owner's shoulder. "you want to use her to send a letter to that man, right?"
"Yes, Charlie Weasley. Would you like to go with me to drop of Juliet?" the eleven year old's smile looked as if it would engulf his head. "okay but first you need some breakfast." the eleven year looked dumb struck. Never in his life that he could remember, had anyone been so kind to him.
A?N: I know totally weird but you'll see.
