We stayed grounded or really locked up for the longest time. Longer than ever before. It's now summer and Harry and I are walking through a drainage ditch trying to avoid Potter hunting. It's a sick game Dudley and his gang liked to play. Honestly it was rare that either of us were caught. Most times we went really low or really high up. One time we climbed up on the roof of the high school we weren't seen till dinner that night. Funny enough that's the high that we start next term. I find myself to be extremely excited to start a school away from at least Dudley. Dudley is to attend a prestigious private school ( which to me sounds like uncle Vernon and aunt Petunia are paying a lot of money for Dudley to slack off) this gave us an opportunity for a fresh start.

Dudley saw it as a punishment, and kept trying to rub it in our faces. Harry took more offense to this than anything. It only took a few sassy Harry comments to shit him up. That however did not stop Dudley from modeling his new uniform for everyone to see while petunia dyed old clothes of Dudley for me and Harry to wear. I took the most Offense to having to wear anything belong to Dudley. We deserved better. I also really wanted pretty clothes. Desperately.

The new normal after finally being ungrounded came to a crashing jolt over the mail one morning. Uncle Vernon Harry and Dudley were arguing over who should get the mail while I once again set the dishes. Harry lost and made his way to get it. As he came back in the kitchen I noticed two identical letters. Odd. He passed out the mail to Vernon but kept hold of the the yellow looking envelopes and walked over to me. I looked at him curiously and grabbed the one with my name on it. I'm perfect calligraphy the letter had

Mrs. H. Potter

The cupboard under the stairs

4 Privet Drive

Little whinging

Surrey

Right as I went to open it Dudley screamed causing uncle Vernon to come investigate. He jerked the letters out of our hands.

"THATS MINE!" We said at the same time.

"Who'd be writing to either of up" sneered Vernon ripping out letters open.

" Hopefully someone to get us out of here!" I quipped back.

At this point Vernon looked shocked, his face paled significantly. " P-P-Petunia" he stuttered out.

"It's not like you don't want us gone either." Harry deadpanned.

"Hush. NOW." Petunia said on her way to look at the letter herself. "Vernon! Oh my goodness- Vernon!" She almost whimpered it. I've actually never seen her look so helpless in my life.

For once in their lives they were both speechless.

Harry chose this moment to stand his ground. Dudley not being able to stand me and Harry getting something he doesn't have also chose this moment. I also made the decision to make my opinion stated.

"I want to read it, as it's mine"

" I want to read their letters it's only fair"

"No one has the right to read any letter of ours but is!"

"I WANT MY LETTER" we yelled at the same time. We were not always synced up but when it mattered we definitely were.

"No let me see it" Dudley begged.

"OUT" uncle Vernon screamed. He picked the three of us up and threw us into the hall and slammed the kitchen door right in our faces. Harry then tried to fight Dudley for the spot at the door where you could listen in. Harry lost this round so he got on the ground and listened through the crack under the door.

I knew I wasn't gonna be able to get my ear on the door. There just wasn't any room but I trust my twin to fill me in on the major details. It's just how we work. Give and take. Never leave a twin behind. Eventually I made my way back to the cupboard and fell asleep reading an old book.

That evening Vernon came into our cupboard and while we tried to reason, beg, and plead to read out letters something differently entirely happened. He out right refused us out letters said they were burned. However he offered us Dudley's second room. He said we were just now getting to big for it. ( we are almost 11 for gods sake we out grew it at 3) they refused our questions. We were to take the new to us bedroom and be happy. I don't trust it. It felt like a bribe. However my own bed sounded like heaven. It also helped that Dudley was very put out but us taking over his toy room. He's thrown five tantrums about it this week alone. Each time he lost and didn't get what he wanted. To have something Dudley wanted felt so nice.

The only bad part ( well good for us) is that the letters kept coming and it got hard to keep us away from them. Harry got caught trying to sneak one. In retaliation uncle Vernon boarded up the mail slot.

"If they can't deliver them they will just give up." He has said.

On Sunday it took a turn for the worse. After literally hundreds of letters came in for me and Harry. It seemed like uncle Vernon had finally lost it.

He actually picked us up and drove till it got dark and we were at some random hotel. Where once again we got letters. The clerk seemed a bit suspicious. We packed up and headed else where. Much to Aunt Petunia and Dudleys pleads to go back home.

We ended up on a rock, a few miles from the shore, in a creepy old shack. We had to take a dingy to get here. Other than asking for letters Harry hadn't said much. I had also kept to myself on this trip. We had never been stuck in the same room as the Dursley's for this long of a time. The last thing either of us wanted was any issues.

The shack is absolutely horrible, it smells, there are scary noises, and the cupboard was a thousand times better than this. The suckiest part is that the Dursley's had forgotten our birthday. Usually they just have us like a tips or a penny or something equally as insulting. This year with Vernon loosing it; it seems that they forgot the occasion all together.

I was beside Harry snuggled close as the storm raged on. I've always been freaked out but lightening storms. I feel completely frozen just waiting for something bad to happen. The Dursley's were already asleep.

Harry drew the outline of a huge cake and looked at me " well don't make me do all the work. It's my birthday too you know? Get to decorating!" I smiled at him. He really could be such a dork but he knew just when to cheer someone up.

I began decorating and a few minutes later we were counting down to our eleventh birthday. Right as we got to one.

BOOM

The entire shack moved. Me and Harry bolted up and someone outside was knocking. A deep and powerful knock.

Harry pulled me into a corner and stood in front of me but still out of site.