Chapter 2-The Dursleys
Harriet didn't know why she had that dream again. About a red hair woman named Lily and a black-haired man named James. Every time she tried to remember the dream, it always shattered to pieces and her scar will hurt making it harder to think about it. Were those her parents? Who was that man who killed them? But then Harriet's thoughts were interrupted by a loud rapping on the door. She was brought back to reality, on a so-called bed in a cupboard underneath the stairs of a house in Privet Drive. And this house was no other than her aunt and uncle's house.
'Get up lazy bones!' a woman screamed at the tiny door. 'Yes Aunt Petunia.' Harriet answered, she put on her glasses and combed her hair with her hands. She had messy black hair, which was curly and the ends stood up at all directions. She can barely see through her glass since it was covered by so many tape which was the only way to hold it together. Behind the glasses were a pair of bright green eyes which looked like it sparkled even in the night. Harriet was a skinny six-year-old girl, you might think that she is on a diet, but it's because she only gets to eat once every two days if she does all her chores.
Harriet sleeps in a dusty cupboard and doesn't get much to eat, the reason to the terrible conditions she lives in is because her aunt and uncle treated her like a scum.
Harriet Potter's parent died when he was 15 months old, he was left on the doorsteps of Vernon and Petunia Dursley's house. Harriet was then treated like a servant ever since she could walk. He cooked them breakfast and dinner even though she doesn't get much of it, she does all of their chores while aunt Petunia lies back, and was a personal punching bag for their spoiled daughter, Dudley. Uncle Vernon always complains that Harriet was ungrateful. But Harriet would rather live in an orphanage than having to put up with the Dursleys. She receives punishments if she doesn't finish all her chores in time. But she was only a child. She cried in the cupboard after getting beaten up, she often imagines that one day her parents would kick down the door and save her from her aunt and uncle. As it was her only comfort. Then will come Uncle Vernon's scolding 'No one loves you! If they do, they wouldn't have gotten drunk and died in a car crash.'
Harriet just finished mowing the lawn under the hot afternoon sun, she felt extremely tired. She saw Dudley sitting in the living room with an electric fan, eating ice cream. Harriet knew she couldn't go inside until Aunt Petunia returns home and check on the lawn. Harriet sat under a shade of a tree, catching his breath and wipe off the sweat on his face. She closed her eyes and tried to get some sleep, but she was woken up by a large hand which pulled her up from the trunk of the tree and threw her across the lawn. Harriet felt very sore. 'Who says you can rest? Don't think that you can get lazy if mummy and daddy aren't here.' Harriet pulled himself up. She felt another kick, then fell down again. Dudley laughed and jogged back into the house. Harriet tried to stand up again. But she felt all the strength in her body wiped away, and collapsed.
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