By the time we were allowed out of the cupboard summer holidays had started and in that time Harry had had time to tell and show me from his memories what had happened, that when he was knocked down he was angry but when I was knocked into the wall and he saw the blood he was so furious that the glass of the great Boa constrictors tank had disappeared causing a bit of a mess for the zoo, at least now I know why Dudley was raving about that snake.
That afternoon Dudley was parading around in his new uniform for Uncle Vernon's old school Smelting's, with Aunt bursting into happy tears and Uncle Vernon gruffly stating that this was the proudest moment of his life while Harry and I tried to smother our laughter at the sight of Dudley wearing a maroon tailcoat, orange knickerbockers and a flat straw hat called boaters. It was definitely a memorable moment. Our mood that had risen considerably was deflated when a repulsive smell. It was Harry's and mine's uniform, Aunt Petunia was dying the material grey though we knew it wouldn't turn out that way it was best not to comment.
The click of the letter-box and the flop of letters on the doormat signalled the post.
"Get the post Dudley" Uncle Vernon said from behind his paper.
"Make Harry get it" Dudley wined.
"Get the post Harry"
"Make Dudley get it" Harry said from his position on the floor as he cleaned a dirty tile.
"Dudley poke him with your stick" Dudley made his way over to Harry while a happy grin on his face and stick at the ready but I quickly intercepted.
'Wait I'll get it, Harry's cleaning I'll do it" I said blocking Dudley from getting to Harry.
Dudley's expression turned sour as Vernon agreed. Sighing I made my way to the front door and picked up the pile of letters and flicking through them. I froze when two letters caught my attention one was addressed to me and another to Harry. Wide eyed I signalled Harry over using the mind link. When he was by my side I showed him the letters, and together we made our way into the living room and set the rest of the letters by Uncle Vernon and started to our room still looking at the letters while holding them as if it were something delicate. There was no mistake, addressed plainly enough for someone with half a mind to figure out…
Ms S. Potter
The cupboard under the stairs
4 Privet Drive
Little Whining
Surrey
Harry's is the same but had his name in the place of mine. The envelope was thick and heavy, the parchment a yellowish colour with the ink an emerald-green ink. Though the funny thing was there was no return address or even a stamp on either of the letters. On the opposite side if the letter was a purple wax seal bearing a coat of arms with a lion, eagle, badger and a snake surrounding the letter H.
"Hurry up, girl!" Uncle Vernon shouted irritation obvious. Sighing I gave Harry his letter and walked quickly into the kitchen with Harry slowly trailing behind me still gazing at his letter. After handing the pile of letters to Vernon I sat with Harry on the couch and at the same time began to open the letter. Distantly I could hear Uncle Vernon complain about a woman called Marge being ill, when Dudley's loud shriek pierced the air in the otherwise quiet room,
"DAD! They've got something!" Dudley's shrieked.
I winced at the pitch of the wail. The next thing I knew my letter was being ripped from my hands by a furious Uncle who already had Harry's in hand.
"That's ours!" Harry and I said at the same time, angry apparent.
We watched in growing angry as Uncle mocked us.
"Who'd ever write to you two" he sneered, while Dudley laughed quietly in the background.
Uncle proceeded to for the first tome look at the letters. What he saw made his already red face become a sickly green, and then quickly became a pale white.
"P-P-Petunia!" Uncle Vernon gasped out, face still a pale white. He quickly handed Aunt Petunia both letters when he hurried into the room. As she read her face became paler and paler till it looked as though she was one thing away from fainting. When Dudley tried to peek at the writing Uncle Vernon grabbed Dudley by the scuff of the neck and pushed him out of the room then came back for Harry and me and did the same.
When Harry went back to listen to the hushed conversation happening on the other side of the door, Dudley pushed him aside to look through the crack. Rolling my eyes at their behaviour I made Harry quickly promise to update me of what was being said later and went back to the long list of choirs Harry and I shared.
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