"Here Potter some mail just for you," laughed Uncle Vernon as he slipped an
envelope through the metal slot.
Harry looked at the envelope, which had the Hogwarts address on it. He turned on a flashlight he had found in the cupboard and read the letter. It was his list of school supplies. "I won't be needing this," he said aloud to himself, as he threw the paper off the side.
Harry figured his Uncle had just given him that letter to drive him crazy. And sad to say it had worked. Harry hadn't seen sunlight in a week. It was almost time for him to return to Hogwarts and worst of all it was his birthday and he was in the dark by himself upset and very depressed. The more depressed he got it seemed the thicker the door and the locks got.
He had tried to pass the time by. First he imagined himself in the dark forest facing oversized spiders. But that just made him think of Ron, his best friend who was petrified of spiders. He tried to read a book that was left in the closet. Uncle Vernon sometimes opened a little vent to let some light in and he would read off that light. However, the book was boring and reminded him too much of Hermione, his other really good friend. He tried to think of himself soaring on his broom once again so high in the air. Although that only made him think of Cho Chang. This girl he had a crush on.
So that was it. Anything he did reminded him of his other life. The life he wished he were living right now instead of sitting in a broom closet with nothing but a boring book about world history, a plastic horse, some lipstick and paper (he drew pictures), and a lamp. The rest of the closet had been stripped of all its stuff. There were no pillows, no blankets, none of Dudley's old toys, not even a box of Christmas decorations.
Bang. Bang. Bang. There was a loud knock on the door. Mr. Dursley rushed over to answer it. Harry heard him begin to speak, "Hullo! What can I help you with?"
"I'm hear because you have wizard stuff in your house, and you have no wizard. I need to exterminate of all the wizarding stuff instantly!" exclaimed a deep female voice.
"Oh of course! It's right upstairs. Take it all. Even that bloody bird cage!"
Harry could hear the anticipation in his Uncle's voice. And he sunk lower into the ground. Now all his stuff was going to be permanently destroyed. In his mind he cursed out the woman who was taking all his stuff away, even though he knew it wasn't her fault. How was she to know there was still a wizard in the house?
Uncle Vernon left the room and went back out into the other room to watch some television. Harry heard all his stuff being dragged out to the car. The woman must have been struggling hard. She seemed to have a hard time carrying the all the stuff?
Footsteps came over to where the cupboard was. The low female voice spoke, "Archaic changia!"
As soon as she said those words a loud high-pitched sound escaped her mouth. Uncle Vernon ran into the room to see what had happened. "You aren't the bloody woman that was hear a minute ago!"
The woman's voice had changed and was now a lot higher, "Your right! Now leave the room."
"Never. You, get out of my house! NOW!" Mr. Dursley began to run towards her.
"Flagenia carnica!"
There was silence. Before the woman spoke again, "Ulocka abnesia!"
Harry could hear all the locks rearranging themselves and the metal door slowly opened. When if first opened all he saw was a ray of brightness. The figure radiated with white. He also saw Uncle Vernon frozen in place. He looked back to the bright figure and gasped after he took one good look at her. She was no longer radiating with white. She looked normal again. She was tall, tan, skinny, and blond? "Fleur Delacour?"
"Yep! Now lets break loose of this place Harry before the spell breaks and your Uncle starts trying to choke me again."
"But, you're French? Why are you speaking with an American accent?" Harry was terribly confused.
"I, am American now! I'll explain later lets go before."
Uncle Vernon unfroze. "Potter, how'd you get out?"
"RUN!" yelled Fleur.
Fleur and Harry took off running for the front door. As the left Fleur turned around. Just as Mr. Dursley was about to run through the door Fleur screamed, "shootua!" And the door slammed shut and locked in his face.
Harry and Fleur jumped into Fleur's all pink car and they took off down the road. Only to Harry's horror they were on the wrong side of the street. "Fleur what are you doing, we're going on a major highway, and we're on the wrong side. We're going to get hit!"
"Oh relax Harry! I learned how to drive in America were not going to get hit!" She turned on the radio.
"Bye bye Miss American pie! Drove the chevy to levy but the levy was dry." Fleur sang along on top of her lungs to the radio while cars dodged getting hit by the pink car. Harry sat petrified in his seat as cars all around him crashed into each other. "Fleur! Fleur! Look!"
Right ahead of them was a turn, a sharp turn. Fleur turned the wheel and the car spun wildly off to side. They missed the rode and the car traveled full speed down the hill until it crashed at the bottom. Both Harry and Fleur were bounced out of their seats as it hit the ground. Fleur fixed her hair then looked over at Harry, "So, I think now we can talk."
Harry was too scared out of his mind to speak.
Harry looked at the envelope, which had the Hogwarts address on it. He turned on a flashlight he had found in the cupboard and read the letter. It was his list of school supplies. "I won't be needing this," he said aloud to himself, as he threw the paper off the side.
Harry figured his Uncle had just given him that letter to drive him crazy. And sad to say it had worked. Harry hadn't seen sunlight in a week. It was almost time for him to return to Hogwarts and worst of all it was his birthday and he was in the dark by himself upset and very depressed. The more depressed he got it seemed the thicker the door and the locks got.
He had tried to pass the time by. First he imagined himself in the dark forest facing oversized spiders. But that just made him think of Ron, his best friend who was petrified of spiders. He tried to read a book that was left in the closet. Uncle Vernon sometimes opened a little vent to let some light in and he would read off that light. However, the book was boring and reminded him too much of Hermione, his other really good friend. He tried to think of himself soaring on his broom once again so high in the air. Although that only made him think of Cho Chang. This girl he had a crush on.
So that was it. Anything he did reminded him of his other life. The life he wished he were living right now instead of sitting in a broom closet with nothing but a boring book about world history, a plastic horse, some lipstick and paper (he drew pictures), and a lamp. The rest of the closet had been stripped of all its stuff. There were no pillows, no blankets, none of Dudley's old toys, not even a box of Christmas decorations.
Bang. Bang. Bang. There was a loud knock on the door. Mr. Dursley rushed over to answer it. Harry heard him begin to speak, "Hullo! What can I help you with?"
"I'm hear because you have wizard stuff in your house, and you have no wizard. I need to exterminate of all the wizarding stuff instantly!" exclaimed a deep female voice.
"Oh of course! It's right upstairs. Take it all. Even that bloody bird cage!"
Harry could hear the anticipation in his Uncle's voice. And he sunk lower into the ground. Now all his stuff was going to be permanently destroyed. In his mind he cursed out the woman who was taking all his stuff away, even though he knew it wasn't her fault. How was she to know there was still a wizard in the house?
Uncle Vernon left the room and went back out into the other room to watch some television. Harry heard all his stuff being dragged out to the car. The woman must have been struggling hard. She seemed to have a hard time carrying the all the stuff?
Footsteps came over to where the cupboard was. The low female voice spoke, "Archaic changia!"
As soon as she said those words a loud high-pitched sound escaped her mouth. Uncle Vernon ran into the room to see what had happened. "You aren't the bloody woman that was hear a minute ago!"
The woman's voice had changed and was now a lot higher, "Your right! Now leave the room."
"Never. You, get out of my house! NOW!" Mr. Dursley began to run towards her.
"Flagenia carnica!"
There was silence. Before the woman spoke again, "Ulocka abnesia!"
Harry could hear all the locks rearranging themselves and the metal door slowly opened. When if first opened all he saw was a ray of brightness. The figure radiated with white. He also saw Uncle Vernon frozen in place. He looked back to the bright figure and gasped after he took one good look at her. She was no longer radiating with white. She looked normal again. She was tall, tan, skinny, and blond? "Fleur Delacour?"
"Yep! Now lets break loose of this place Harry before the spell breaks and your Uncle starts trying to choke me again."
"But, you're French? Why are you speaking with an American accent?" Harry was terribly confused.
"I, am American now! I'll explain later lets go before."
Uncle Vernon unfroze. "Potter, how'd you get out?"
"RUN!" yelled Fleur.
Fleur and Harry took off running for the front door. As the left Fleur turned around. Just as Mr. Dursley was about to run through the door Fleur screamed, "shootua!" And the door slammed shut and locked in his face.
Harry and Fleur jumped into Fleur's all pink car and they took off down the road. Only to Harry's horror they were on the wrong side of the street. "Fleur what are you doing, we're going on a major highway, and we're on the wrong side. We're going to get hit!"
"Oh relax Harry! I learned how to drive in America were not going to get hit!" She turned on the radio.
"Bye bye Miss American pie! Drove the chevy to levy but the levy was dry." Fleur sang along on top of her lungs to the radio while cars dodged getting hit by the pink car. Harry sat petrified in his seat as cars all around him crashed into each other. "Fleur! Fleur! Look!"
Right ahead of them was a turn, a sharp turn. Fleur turned the wheel and the car spun wildly off to side. They missed the rode and the car traveled full speed down the hill until it crashed at the bottom. Both Harry and Fleur were bounced out of their seats as it hit the ground. Fleur fixed her hair then looked over at Harry, "So, I think now we can talk."
Harry was too scared out of his mind to speak.