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'The Letters From No One' read Lucy.
"How can letters be from no one?" Molly asked
"No idea, we could find out if you let Lucy read." Dom told her.
The escape of the Brazilian boa constrictor earned Harry his longest-ever punishment.
"How long was the punishment daddy?" Liliy asked
"Just 'til summer holidays began." Harry answered her and motioned Lucy to keep reading
By the time he was allowed out of his cupboard again, the summer holidays had started and Dudley had already broken his new video camera, crashed his remote control airplane, and, first time out on his racing bike, knocked down old Mrs. Figg as she crossed Privet Drive on her crutches.
"How can they think he's an angel?" Rosie asked
"No idea, but poor Mrs. Figg, she's such a nice old lady." Teddy said
"You've met her?" Asked the rest of the kids
"Of course, she took care of me when Grandma Andromeda and Harry were busy they would leave me with her." Teddy answered
Harry was glad school was over, but there was no escaping Dudley's gang, who visited the house every single day. Piers, Dennis, Malcolm, and Gordon were all big and stupid, but as Dudley was the biggest and stupidest of the lot, he was the leader.
"Yes because that makes so much sense." Scoffed Roxanne
The rest of them were all quite happy to join in Dudley's favorite sport: Harry Hunting.
"Uncle Harry how did you turn out to be such a nice person when you were raise by the biggest bunch of prats I've ever heard of, seriously how did you turn out to be such a good person?" Dom asked her Uncle
"I don't know Dom, I really have no clue, I could have gone either way, but I have a clue, if you still want to know ask me when we've read all the books." Harry answered her
This was why Harry spent as much time as possible out of the house, wandering around and thinking about the end of the holidays, where he could see a tiny ray of hope.
"That's right your going to go off to Hogwarts!" Yelled all the kids
When September came he would be going off to secondary school and, for the first time in his life, he wouldn't be with Dudley. Dudley had been accepted at Uncle Vernon's old private school, Smeltings. Piers Polkiss was going there too. Harry, on the other hand, was going to Stonewall High, the local public school.
"No you won't! You're going to go to Hogwarts!" Yelled Al and James
Dudley thought this was very funny.
"Why?" asked James, Fred and Louis
"Well if you let Lucy read you would know wouldn't you." Molly told them with an eyebrow raised
"They stuff people's heads down the toilet the first day at Stonewall," he told Harry. "Want to come upstairs and practice?"
"He better not have." Growled Hermione, Ginny and Lily everyone else looked upset as well.
"He didn't." Harry told them
"No, thanks," said Harry. "The poor toilet's never had anything as horrible as your head down it – it might be sick." Then he ran, before Dudley could work out what he'd said.
"Why did you – haha – run it's not like he – haha – understood what you said?" George asked him
"I can't remember." Harry said
One day in July, Aunt Petunia took Dudley to London to buy his Smeltings uniform, leaving Harry at Mrs. Figg's. Mrs. Figg wasn't as bad as usual. It turned out she'd broken her leg tripping over one of her cats, and she didn't seem quite as fond of them as before. She let Harry watch television and gave him a bit of chocolate cake that tasted as though she'd had it for several years.
"That poor cake! Hey when do we get lunch I'm starving!" Hugo and Ron said
"Right after this chapter, it's almost lunch time anyway." Answered Ginny and Hermione
That evening, Dudley paraded around the living room for the family in his brand-new uniform. Smeltings' boys wore maroon tailcoats, orange knickerbockers, and flat straw hats called boaters.
"I've never been so happy that all we have to wear are plain black robes." Molly and Victorie said shuddering
They also carried knobbly sticks, used for hitting each other while the teachers weren't looking. This was supposed to be good training for later life.
"How is that good training?" Rosie asked
"No idea honey." Hermione said
As he looked at Dudley in his new knickerbockers, Uncle Vernon said gruffly that it was the proudest moment of his life. ("Must have lived a sad life." Mumbled Dom) Aunt Petunia burst into tears and said she couldn't believe it was her Ickle Dudleykins, he looked so handsome and grown-up. Harry didn't trust himself to speak. He thought two of his ribs might already have cracked from trying not to laugh.
They didn't have that restriction now so it took a good 10 minutes for everyone to settle down
There was a horrible smell in the kitchen the next morning when Harry went in for breakfast. It seemed to be coming from a large metal tub in the sink. He went to have a look. The tub was full of what looked like dirty rags swimming in gray water.
"What's this?" he asked Aunt Petunia. Her lips tightened as they always did if he dared to ask a question.
"Your new school uniform," she said.
Harry looked in the bowl again.
"Oh," he said, "I didn't realize it had to be so wet."
"Sarcasm won't work on her dad." James and Al said
"Don't be stupid," snapped Aunt Petunia.
"See," they said
"Al, James no one doubted you." Lily told them
"I'm dyeing some of Dudley's old things gray for you. It'll look just like everyone else's when I've finished."
"Why do I doubt that?" Audrey and Angelina asked
Harry seriously doubted this, but thought it best not to argue. He sat down at the table and tried not to think about how he was going to look on his first day at Stonewall High – like he was wearing bits of old elephant skin, probably.
"Maybe, good thing you're going to Hogwarts." Lucy and Molly said
Dudley and Uncle Vernon came in, both with wrinkled noses because of the smell from Harry's new uniform. Uncle Vernon opened his newspaper as usual and Dudley banged his Smelting stick, which he carried everywhere, on the table.
They heard the click of the mail slot and flop of letters on the doormat.
"Get the mail, Dudley," said Uncle Vernon from behind his paper.
"He's actually going to make his whale of a son do something?" all the dads, except Harry, asked surprised
"Make Harry get it."
"Prat."
"Get the mail, Harry."
"That makes more sense.' They said
"Make Dudley get it."
"Not going to work."
"Poke him with your Smelting stick, Dudley."
Harry dodged the Smelting stick and went to get the mail. Three things lay on the doormat: a postcard from Uncle Vernon's sister Marge, who was vacationing on the Isle of Wight, a brown envelope that looked like a bill, and – a letter for Harry.
Harry picked it up and stared at it, his heart twanging like a giant elastic band. No one, ever, in his whole life, had written to him. Who would? He had no friends, no other relatives – he didn't belong to the library, so he'd never even got rude notes asking for books back. Yet here it was, a letter, addressed so plainly there could be no mistake:
Mr. H. Potter
The Cupboard under the Stairs
4 Privet Drive
Little Whinging
Surrey
"They are always so accurate." Everyone said fondly
The envelope was thick and heavy, made of yellowish parchment, and the address was written in emerald-green ink. There was no stamp.
Turning the envelope over, his hand trembling, Harry saw a purple wax seal bearing a coat of arms; a lion, an eagle, a badger, and a snake surrounding a large letter H.
Everyone cheered; inter-house rivalries were now a friendly affair, since the Weasley/Potter family were in almost every house and were friends with everyone.
"Hurry up, boy!" shouted Uncle Vernon from the kitchen. "What are you doing, checking for letter bombs?" He chuckled at his own joke.
"The horror!" yelled George, Fred, Louis and James
Harry went back to the kitchen, still staring at his letter. He handed Uncle Vernon the bill and the postcard, sat down, and slowly began to open the yellow envelope.
Uncle Vernon ripped open the bill, snorted in disgust, and flipped over the postcard.
"Marge's ill," he informed Aunt Petunia. "Ate a funny whelk . . ."
"Dad!" said Dudley suddenly. "Dad, Harry's got something!"
"Why that toe-rag!" Dom yelled
Harry was on the point of unfolding his letter, which was written on the same heavy parchment as the envelope, when it was jerked sharply out of his hand by Uncle Vernon.
"That's mine!" said Harry, trying to snatch it back.
"You tell him Dad/Uncle Harry!" yelled the kids
"Who'd be writing to you?" sneered Uncle Vernon, shaking the letter open with one hand and glancing at it. His face went from red to green faster than a set of traffic lights. And it didn't stop there. Within seconds it was the grayish white of old porridge.
"Ewww!" yelled all the girls
"P-P-Petunia!" he gasped.
Dudley tried to grab the letter to read it, but Uncle Vernon held it high out of his reach. Aunt Petunia took it curiously and read the first line. For a moment it looked as though she might faint. She clutched her throat and made a choking noise.
"Vernon! Oh my goodness – Vernon!"
"Oh what a drama queen." Victorie rolled her eyes
They stared at each other, seeming to have forgotten that Harry and Dudley were still in the room. Dudley wasn't used to being ignored. He gave his father a sharp tap on the head with his Smelting stick.
"We'd all be banned from the Quidditch pitch/Weasleys Wizard Wheeze/Library, if we even dreamed of that." All the kids whispered, well except for Teddy he was an adult after all.
"You bet you would be, you maybe teenagers but that doesn't mean I'm above bending you over my knee." Each mom told her kids
"I want to read that letter," he said loudly.
"I want to read it," said Harry furiously, "as it's mine."
"Get out, both of you," croaked Uncle Vernon, stuffing the letter back inside its envelope.
Harry didn't move.
"I WANT MY LETTER!" he shouted.
"There's his temper I was wondering when that would pop up." Ron said
Harry sent a glare at his best friend.
"Let me see it!" demanded Dudley.
"OUT!" roared Uncle Vernon, and he took both Harry and Dudley by the scruffs of their necks and threw them into the hall, slamming the kitchen door behind them. Harry and Dudley promptly had a furious but silent fight over who would listen at the keyhole; Dudley won, so Harry, his glasses dangling from one ear, lay flat on his stomach to listen at the crack between door and floor.
"That's a better place to eavesdrop from anyway." Huffed Al
"Vernon," Aunt Petunia was saying in a quivering voice, "look at the address – how could they possibly know where he sleeps? You don't think they're watching the house."
"Yes because wizards have nothing better to do, than to spy on a bunch of prats." Hissed Dom
"Watching – spying – might be following us," muttered Uncle Vernon wildly.
"But what should we do, Vernon? Should we write back? Tell them we don't want –"
Harry could see Uncle Vernon's shiny black shoes pacing up and down the kitchen.
"No," he said finally. "No, we'll ignore it. If they don't get an answer . . . Yes, that's best . . . we won't do anything . . . ."
"But –"
"I'm not having one in the house, Petunia! Didn't we swear when we took him in we'd stamp out that dangerous nonsense?"
"You can't stamp out magic!" everyone yelled
"ARE THEY STUCK IN THE MIDDLE AGES?" Dom yelled
"Dominique calm down sweetheart. They were stuck there for a while, but they feared wizards for the same reason some purebloods fear Muggles. They didn't know that some wizards didn't cast spells just to hurt them, they feared the wizards that gave us a bad name. Just like wizards fear the muggles that gave muggles a bad name." Harry told her, Dom thought about it and nodded her head at her uncle and motioned for Lucy to keep reading
That evening when he got back from work, Uncle Vernon did something he'd never done before; he visited Harry in his cupboard.
"Where's my letter?" said Harry, the moment Uncle Vernon had squeezed through the door.
"You mean to tell me he fit?" Asked the girls
"No, he just his head, but it still took him a while to get out of the door frame." Harry laughed
"Who's writing to me?"
"No one. It was addressed to you by mistake," said Uncle Vernon shortly."I have burned it."
"It was not a mistake," said Harry angrily, "it had my cupboard on it."
"SILENCE!" yelled Uncle Vernon, and a couple of spiders fell from the ceiling. He took a few deep breaths and then forced his face into a smile, which looked quite painful.
"I hope it was." Dom muttered
"Er – yes, Harry – about this cupboard. Your aunt and I have been thinking . . . you're really getting a bit big for it
"He was too big for it since he was 7." Hermione, Ginny, Fleur, Audrey, and Angelina grumbled
. . . we think it might be nice if you moved into Dudley's second bedroom."
"WAIT THAT TUB OF LARD HAD TWO BEDROOMS AND YOU WERE STUCK UNDER THE STAIRS!" Everyone was seething with rage, the people in town wondered where the cannon was. It took them a while until Lucy could start reading again
"Why?" said Harry.
"Don't ask questions!" snapped his uncle. "Take this stuff upstairs, now."
The Dursleys' house had four bedrooms: one for Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia, one for visitors (usually Uncle Vernon's sister, Marge), one where Dudley slept, and one where Dudley kept all the toys and things that wouldn't fit into his first bedroom. It only took Harry one trip upstairs to move everything he owned from the cupboard to this room. He sat down on the bed and stared around him. Nearly everything in here was broken. The month-old video camera was lying on top of a small, working tank Dudley had once driven over the next door neighbor's dog ("That poor dog!") ; in the corner was Dudley's first-ever television set, which he'd put his foot through when his favorite program had been canceled ("Bloody prat!") ; there was a large birdcage, which had once held a parrot that Dudley had swapped at school for a real air rifle, which was up on a shelf with the end all bent because Dudley had sat on it. Other shelves were full of books. They were the only things in the room that looked as though they'd never been touched.
"Well of course they weren't touched Dudley can't read." Muttered Rosie, Hermione, Percy, Molly and Lily
From downstairs came the sound of Dudley bawling at his mother, "I don't want him in there . . . I need that room . . . make him get out . . . ."
"Uncle Harry how old is Dudley?" Dom asked
"He was born about a month or so before me." Harry told her
"Then why does he act like he's younger than you?" Don asked perplexed
"I don't know the answer to that."
Harry sighed and stretched out on the bed. Yesterday he'd have given anything to be up here. Today he'd rather be back in his cupboard with that letter than up here without it.
Next morning at breakfast, everyone was rather quiet. Dudley was in shock. He'd screamed, whacked his father with his Smelting stick, been sick on purpose, kicked his mother, and thrown his tortoise through the greenhouse roof,
All the kids shuddered imagining their punishments if they ever dared to do that to their parents.
and he still didn't have his room back. Harry was thinking about this time yesterday and bitterly wishing he'd opened the letter in the hall. Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia kept looking at each other darkly.
When the mail arrived, Uncle Vernon, who seemed to be trying to be nice to Harry, made Dudley go and get it. They heard him banging things with his Smelting stick all the way down the hall. Then he shouted, "There's another one! 'Mr. H. Potter, The Smallest Bedroom, 4 Privet Drive –'"
With a strangled cry, Uncle Vernon leapt from his seat and ran down the hall, Harry right behind him. Uncle Vernon had to wrestle Dudley to the ground to get the letter from him, which was made difficult by the fact that Harry had grabbed Uncle Vernon around the neck from behind.
"Why would you try wrestle something bigger than you?" Al asked
"I wasn't really think about it." Harry answered him sheepishly
After a minute of confused fighting, in which everyone got hit a lot by the Smelting stick, Uncle Vernon straightened up, gasping for breath, with Harry's letter clutched in his hand.
"Go to your cupboard – I mean, your bedroom," he wheezed at Harry. "Dudley – go – just go."
Harry walked round and round his new room. Someone knew he had moved out of his cupboard and they seemed to know he hadn't received his first letter. Surely that meant they'd try again. And this time he'd make sure they didn't fail. He had a plan.
The repaired alarm clock rang at six o'clock the next morning. Harry turned it off quickly and dressed silently. He mustn't wake the Dursleys. He stole downstairs without turning on any of the lights.
He was going to wait for the postman on the corner of Privet Drive and get the letters for number four first.
"Sounds like a good plan." Ginny said
"It does, now when will Harry's horrible luck kick in." Hermione and Ron muttred
His heart hammered as he crept across the dark hall toward the front door –
"AAAAARRRGH!"
"What! What happened?"
"Well if you let me read we could find out!"Lucy snapped, she really wanted to know what screamed
Harry leapt into the air; he'd trodden on something big and squashy on the doormat –something alive!
"What did he step on!" Asked Rose, Lily, Roxanne, Dom, Molly and Vic
Lights clicked on upstairs and to his horror Harry realized that the big, squashy something had been his uncle's face.
"Did you just say that he stepped on Vermin's face?" Molly asked her twin
"Yup," Lucy answered with a grin; everyone started laughing
"Bloody awesome." Rosie yelled
Uncle Vernon had been lying at the foot of the front door in a sleeping bag, clearly making sure that Harry didn't do exactly what he'd been trying to do. He shouted at Harry for about half an hour and then told him to go and make a cup of tea. Harry shuffled miserably off into the kitchen and by the time he got back, the mail had arrived, right into Uncle Vernon's lap. Harry could see three letters addressed in green ink.
"I want –" he began, but Uncle Vernon was tearing the letters into pieces before his eyes.
"That's horrible." Lily mumbled, she got up and sat down in her dads lap
Uncle Vernon didn't go to work that day. He stayed at home and nailed up the mail slot.
"See," he explained to Aunt Petunia through a mouthful of nails, "if they can't deliver them they'll just give up."
"I'm not sure that'll work, Vernon."
"At least one of them has a brain." Muttered Al
"Oh, these people's minds work in strange ways, Petunia, they're not like you and me," said Uncle Vernon, trying to knock in a nail with the piece of fruitcake Aunt Petunia had just brought him.
On Friday, no less than twelve letters arrived for Harry. As they couldn't go through the mail slot they had been pushed under the door, slotted through the sides, and a few even forced through the small window in the downstairs bathroom.
"Wow," they all mumbled
Uncle Vernon stayed at home again. After burning all the letters, he got out a hammer and nails and boarded up the cracks around the front and back doors so no one could go out. He hummed "Tiptoe Through the Tulips" as he worked, and jumped at small noises.
"He's lost his mind far worse than before." Said Rosie
"You got that right Rosie."
On Saturday, things began to get out of hand. Twenty-four letters to Harry found their way into the house, rolled up and hidden inside each of the two dozen eggs that their very confused milkman had handed Aunt Petunia through the living room window. While Uncle Vernon made furious telephone calls to the post office and the dairy trying to find someone to complain to, Aunt Petunia shredded the letters in her food processor.
"Who on earth wants to talk to you this badly." Dudley asked Harry in amazement.
"Just about everyone in the Wizarding world!"
"That's not true." Harry mumbled
"Yes it is dad." Lily told him
On Sunday morning, Uncle Vernon sat down at the breakfast table looking tired and rather ill, but happy.
"No post on Sundays," he reminded them cheerfully as he spread marmalade on his newspapers, "no damn letters today –"
Something came whizzing down the kitchen chimney as he spoke and caught him sharply on the back of the head. Next moment, thirty or forty letters came pelting out of the fireplace like bullets. The Dursleys ducked, but Harry leapt into the air trying to catch one –
"Why not get one of the floor?" Rose asked
"I don't know."
"Out! OUT!"
Uncle Vernon seized Harry around the waist and threw him into the hall.When Aunt Petunia and Dudley had run out with their arms over their faces, Uncle Vernon slammed the door shut. They could hear the letters still streaming into the room, bouncing off the walls and floor.
"That does it," said Uncle Vernon, trying to speak calmly but pulling great tufts out of his mustache at the same time. "I want you all back here in five minutes ready to leave. We're going away. Just pack some clothes. No arguments!"
He looked so dangerous with half his mustache missing that no one dared argue. Ten minutes later they had wrenched their way through the boarded-up doors and were in the car, speeding toward the highway.Dudley was sniffling in the back seat; his father had hit him round the head for holding them up while he tried to pack his television, VCR, and computer in his sports bag.
They drove. And they drove. Even Aunt Petunia didn't dare ask where they were going. Every now and then Uncle Vernon would take a sharp turn and drive in the opposite direction for a while.
"Okay, I know he has never had a brain before now. But there is no chance of him getting it back now," James said shaking his head
"Shake'em off . . . shake'em off," he would mutter whenever he did this.
They didn't stop to eat or drink all day. By nightfall Dudley was howling. He'd never had such a bad day in his life. He was hungry, he'd missed five television programs he'd wanted to see, and he'd never gone so long without blowing up an alien on his computer.
"Welcome to Harry's life you brat." Muttered Ginny, Hermione, Fleur, Angelina and Audrey
Uncle Vernon stopped at last outside a gloomy-looking hotel on the outskirts of a big city. Dudley and Harry shared a room with twin beds and damp, musty sheets. Dudley snored but Harry stayed awake, sitting on the windowsill, staring down at the lights of passing cars and wondering . . . .
"Wondering what?" James asked
"I can't remember this happened when I was so much younger." Harry sighed
They ate stale cornflakes and cold tinned tomatoes on toast for breakfast the next day.
"That's not a proper meal, it's barley a snake!" Ron and Hugo yelled
They had just finished when the owner of the hotel came over to their table.
"'Scuse me, but is one of you Mr. H. Potter? Only I got about an 'undred of these at the front desk."
"They really want him to read that letter." Molly muttered to Dom
"Well he is the Boy Who Lived, Molly" Dom muttered back
She held up a letter so they could read the green ink address:
Mr. H. Potter
Room 17
Railview Hotel
Cokeworth
Harry made a grab for the letter but Uncle Vernon knocked his hand out of the way. The woman stared.
"I'll take them," said Uncle Vernon, standing up quickly and following her from the dining room.
"Wouldn't it be better just to go home, dear?" Aunt Petunia suggested timidly, hours later, but Uncle Vernon didn't seem to hear her. Exactly what he was looking for, none of them knew. He drove them into the middle of a forest, got out, looked around, shook his head, got back in the car, and off they went again. The same thing happened in the middle of a plowed field, halfway across a suspension bridge, and at the top of a multilevel parking garage.
"Daddy's gone mad, hasn't he?" Dudley asked Aunt Petunia dully late that afternoon. Uncle Vernon had parked at the coast, locked them all inside the car, and disappeared.
"He left you guys locked in the car? What if something bad happened how would you get out?" Ginny fretted
"Well Vermin has to be mad if his baby whale noticed." Louis said
It started to rain. Great drops beat on the roof of the car. Dudley sniveled.
"It's Monday," he told his mother. "The Great Humberto's on tonight. I want to stay somewhere with a television."
Monday. This reminded Harry of something. If it was Monday – and you could usually count on Dudley to know the days the week, because of television – then tomorrow, Tuesday, was Harry's eleventh birthday. Of course, his birthdays were never exactly fun –
"Why not? Birthdays are awesome." James said
"Yes they are but not when your me, and you live with the Dursley's." Harry said to his son
"Oh right, sorry dad I forgot."
"It's fine."
last year, the Dursleys had given him a coat hanger and a pair of Uncle Vernon's old socks.Still, you weren't eleven every day.
Uncle Vernon was back and he was smiling. He was also carrying a long, thin package and didn't answer Aunt Petunia when she asked what he'd bought.
"Found the perfect place!" he said. "Come on! Everyone out!"
It was very cold outside the car. Uncle Vernon was pointing at what looked like a large rock way out at sea. Perched on top of the rock was the most miserable little shack you could imagine.
"That's not a good thing."
One thing was certain, there was no television in there.
"Storm forecast for tonight!" said Uncle Vernon gleefully, clapping his hands together. "And this gentleman's kindly agreed to lend us his boat!"
"I fail to see how that is a good thing." Angelina hissed
A toothless old man came ambling up to them, pointing, with a rather wicked grin, at an old rowboat bobbing in the iron-gray water below them.
"I've already got us some rations," said Uncle Vernon, "so all aboard!"
It was freezing in the boat. Icy sea spray and rain crept down their necks and a chilly wind whipped their faces. After what seemed like hours they reached the rock, where Uncle Vernon, slipping and sliding, led the way to the broken-down house.
"If only he had slipped –" Molly began
"—and into the water." Finished Lucy
The inside was horrible; it smelled strongly of seaweed, the wind whistled through the gaps in the wooden walls, and the fireplace was damp and empty. There were only two rooms.
Uncle Vernon's rations turned out to be a bag of chips each and four bananas.
"Those aren't rations either!" Hugo and Ron yelled
He tried to start a fire but the empty chip bags just smoked and shriveled up.
"Could do with some of those letters now, eh?" he said cheerfully.
"Bloody arse." Muttered Dom and Louis
He was in a very good mood. Obviously he thought nobody stood a chance of reaching them here in a storm to deliver mail. Harry privately agreed, though the thought didn't cheer him up at all.
"You're so pessimistic Harry," Bill shook his head
As night fell, the promised storm blew up around them. Spray from the high waves splattered the walls of the hut and a fierce wind rattled the filthy windows. Aunt Petunia found a few moldy blankets in the second room and made up a bed for Dudley on the moth-eaten sofa. She and Uncle Vernon went off to the lumpy bed next door, and Harry was left to find the softest bit of floor he could and to curl up under the thinnest, most ragged blanket.
"I should be used to hearing this, but the more the book talks about them the more I dislike them." Dom sighed
The storm raged more and more ferociously as the night went on. Harry couldn't sleep. He shivered and turned over, trying to get comfortable, his stomach rumbling with hunger. Dudley's snores were drowned by the low rolls of thunder that started near midnight. The lighted dial of Dudley's watch, which was dangling over the edge of the sofa on his fat wrist, told Harry he'd be eleven in ten minutes' time. He lay and watched his birthday tick nearer, wondering if the Dursleys would remember at all, wondering where the letter writer was now.
"Wondering why you're cutting it so close to the day you're supposed to responded by?" Lily suggested
"In her home sleeping more likely." James said
Five minutes to go. Harry heard something creak outside. He hoped the roof wasn't going to fall in, although he might be warmer if it did.
"No it wouldn't it would kill you dad." Lily rolled her eyes at her father
Four minutes to go. Maybe the house in Privet Drive would be so full of letters when they got back that he'd be able to steal one somehow.
Three minutes to go. Was that the sea, slapping hard on the rock like that? And (two minutes to go) what was that funny crunching noise? Was the rock crumbling into the sea?
"How can you be so calm thinking that?" Roxanne asked
One minute to go and he'd be eleven. Thirty seconds . . . twenty . . . ten . . .nine – maybe he'd wake Dudley up, just to annoy him – three . . . two . . .one . . .
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAD/UNCLE HARRY/HARRY!" everyone yelled
BOOM.
"What in the name of Merlin was that?" everyone asked
The whole shack shivered and Harry sat bolt upright, staring at the door. Someone was outside, knocking to come in.
"That was the end of the chapter." Lucy said
"Does that mean it's lunch time?" Hugo asked
"Do you only think with your stomach?" Giggled Lily
"No Lily I do not just think with my stomach." Hugo said sticking he tongue out at her
"Yes it's lunch time. I'll go inside and make something, anyone who is willing to help can come on in. Oh and Harry can you set up the tables out here?" Ginny asked
"Sure." So Harry set up the tables while Ginny and Fleur made lunch.
"I can't believe dad had such a bad childhood." Lily sighed
"Yea with the way he acts you think he had the best guardians in the world." Rosie said
"We should do something special on Uncle Harry's birthday." Lucy and Molly whispered
"You two know that we can never surprise dad." Al said
"No, our parents can never surprise Uncle Harry. We've never tried it." Vic said
"She has a point, we can call in favors and everything, let's do it, show him we care, and really appreciate what he does for us all." Dom
"Yea, if I ever need advice Uncle Harry is the first person that comes to mind." Fred said
"Alright so were ganna through dad a surprise party." Teddy said
"Kids, Lunch is ready!" Called Fleur
"Remember it's a surprise." Lily whispered to them.
After a quick lunch, Molly picked up the book. "Anyone mind if I read?"
"No go ahead." Harry told her
'Keeper of the Keys' Read out Molly
"I have an idea of who that can be." Al said
AN: okay so here it is, so i'm going to be starting school in about two weeks, and well i'm going to be a little busy, i sorta left my AP U.S history hw until last minute and i'm going to be a link leader at my school this year (we 'help out' the incoming freshman) and training and freshman orientation is next week so i'm going to try and update as often as i can.
i'll be updating sometime this week again, so look forward to that
I also want to thank indie101, & ooo a jellybean, for reviweing my story and all of you who have story and author alerted and for those who favorited this story, it means a lot xD