Just whisper, don't make a sound

by Kaitlen Winchester

I just HAD to fall into the Harry Potter books and replace the hero himself. Harry Potter. I thought it was great, then I remembered. I know the whole series by heart. I die in the end. The story line will be adapted to my character. Girl Harry. Review:)

10. one hundred letters and missing my mum

Breakfast the next morning was lovely. NOT. Stale cornflakes and tinned tomatoes on toast, cold. I hated tinned tomatoes so all I had was a very small bowl of cereal. We had just finished(I had been eating rather slowly) when what looked like the owner came over. I felt like complaining about the food like mum would. Then I remembered mum wasn't here and that I was in a book. My heart sank.

"'Scuse me, but is one of you Miss L. Potter? Only I got about an 'undred of these at the front desk." She said in a proper cockney accent. Then again, I couldn't talk, my parents are-were from Manchester and I was born in Scotland. She held up the letter so we could all read the acid green ink:

Miss L. Potter

Room 17

Railview Hotel

Cokeworth

I made a grab for the letter but Uncle Vernon knocked my hand away with a sickening snap. He knocked it so hard it broke. That git. And knowing him, he probably wouldn't care or do anything about it. The woman stared.

"You ok?" She asked. Before I could even shake my head, Uncle Vernon stood up quickly.

"She is fine. I'll take them," he followed her from the dining-room. I watched him go, full of anger and pain. That fat, slimy git.