The next morning at breakfast was relatively normal, though oddly quiet. Mainly because of Dudley who was still in shock. He'd kicked and yelled and even threw his tortoise through the greenhouse roof and still did not have his bedroom back. Touch shit for him, I would've laughed if I wasn't looking for clues to solidify Harry's theory about only moving rooms because of the address of the letter right down to the sleeping arrangements.

I was already suspicious, as Uncle Vernon was actually being kind of pleasant towards us you could say. Even made Dudley get the mail that morning instead of one of us, though the calm mood didn't last for long when Dudley yelled out,

"There's another one! Mr H. Potter and Ms S. Potter, the Smallest bedroom, 4 Privet Drive - "

With a strangled cry Uncle Vernon leapt from his seat, snatched the letter from Dudley's grasp knocking Dudley to the ground in the process and told everyone to go to their room's well he'd said to Harry and I to go to our cupboard but then seemed to remember that he'd moved us to the smallest bedroom in the house. All the way to our room our thoughts were linked, blending seemingly as one, 'someone knew they'd moved out of their cupboard and also knew that the first letters never actually got to us, whom surely try again, wouldn't they? We just had to get those letters. But the question is how?...

The next morning when the alarm clock rang at six o'clock, I watched Harry quickly get ready and head downstairs. Last night we decided the first attempt be Harry the second attempt would be me. Hopefully we won't need a second attempt.

"AAAAARRRGH!"

I quickly got up and raced down the hall and stopped at the top of the stairs. Down below was Harry and Uncle Vernon. Vernon was lying on the ground in a sleeping bag having yelled when harry stepped on his from the red mark against his otherwise purple face. I quickly made my way to Harry's side and gripped his hand in mine ready for the blow. Vernon didn't disappoint, for about an hour and a half who stood there as he yelled and shouted until he told us to make him some breakfast. When harry came back from giving Vernon his cup of tea, he told me there were more letters, about a dozen and Vernon ripped them all up in front of him. My emotions were so strong I sure Harry could feel them as I walked with clenched fists to the spice rack and took the hottest substance there, which happened to be, chilli pepper and paprika and doused them on his toast and left them for about ten minutes so the flavour selected them whipped them off and put them into the water in pan containing his morning eggs. When everything was ready I got rid of the evidence, cleaning the counters and washing the dishes with Harry's help it was done in no time and the food was still steaming. Sharing a quick smile we put the food on a tray and walked out of the kitchen to where Vernon had settled himself at his favourite chair and handed him the food with not so much as a thankyou in return but you come to expect that. We waited at the top of the stairs for the big finale and he didn't disappoint, it wasn't five minutes into stuffing his face before he suddenly froze, looked down at his meal, chewed a bit more then suddenly he stood his dishes flying everywhere as he ran from the room into the nearby bathroom screaming.

The next morning was a Friday and a loud hammering echoed throughout the house. We stood at the top of the stairs fists clenched as Uncle Vernon put nail and boards to cover the postal slot in the door. When he caught sight of us all he did was smile in victory, I turned away and walked back to our room and started pacing the area available as we haven't really much room as we hadn't had the time to move all this junk out. Ten minutes later I was still pacing and harry had jump come through the door and sat on the bed, head down, and elbows on his knees with his hands clasped in the middle.

"We have to do something, we can't keep letting him win Harry" I said my voice conveying my frustration and anger.

"I know, but what can we do? Against them? What would we do? There right nobody wants us" Harry's voice was laced in sorrow as if he was actually believing what was being said.

"Now cut that out immediately Harry James Potter, someone obviously knows and cares enough to send those letters we'll be out of here soon I know it and you got to believe me you, and trust me enough to put your faith in me…I can't do this without you, we've been there for each other since we could speak and even before that and now when we have the more reason than ever to do something about it I only can ask you one thing…are you prepared to deal with the consequences?" I tried to keep the hope out of my voice as I watched him trying to work himself and his emotions out. After what seemed like eternity he straightened and came to stand at my side.

"Yes" he said voice strong, hope filled me and I turned around, throwing my arms around him and burying my head in the side of his neck as his arms wrapped around me.

"They'll pay for everything they've done to us, one day they'll get what's coming to em'. And we'll have our revenge" my voice was laced with hope that I couldn't hide but what she didn't know was that Harry was looking at her with concern, he didn't want revenge he only wanted his freedom, but he kept his thoughts to himself as well as his doubts.