When the Dursleys got home they immediately locked him into his cupboard. They would've done this anyway but this time it was with conviction. Harry wasn't sure when they would let him out. You know, the things normal kids have to worry about.

To Harry's surprise, a letter slid under his cupboard door. It was addressed to "CHOSEN ONE Harry Potter

CUPBOARD UNDER THE STAIRS

4 PRIVET DRIVE

BRITISH TOWN (long live the queen)"

"Mom! Dad! Harry has a letter!" Dudley yelled. He was spying on Harry through the door grate again for some reason, like normal.

Vernon Dursley stomped down the hall and ripped the door off of the hinges and lifted small Harry by the neck of his huge sweater.
"GIVE ME THAT!" He roared and ripped the letter from Harry's small 11 year old hands. Petunia slithered in to see what the commotion was and went white when she saw the address.

"Wait!" Harry cried, but it was too late. She shrieked and threw the letter into the fireplace. Harry watched in dismay as his very first letter was destroyed right before his eyes.

Harry was shoved into his cupboard under the stairs and locked away. But the next day two more letters came. They got burned, of course. So the next day ten letters appeared in the house. Then a hundred. His aunt and uncle kept burning them, of course, and he somehow didn't get a single one somehow.

"Can I have one please?" Harry asked, and everyone just glared at him like he was crazy while they dumped a wheelbarrow full of letters into the fire the next day.

"No." Aunt Petunia said. I guess that's settled then. Finally, Sunday came and Uncle Vernon was so happy because there's no post on Sunday. Harry was sad because he thought there would be no more letters. Boy was he wrong.

Every window in the house shattered as a wave of letters flew in. The fireplace exploded with letters and the front door fell over from the force of them all. Harry would've grabbed one but he was in too much pain from all the paper cuts they gave him as they zipped around.

"OH MY GOD WHAT IS HAPPENING!" Aunt Petunia shrieked. Uncle Vernon loaded everyone into his car and they drove to the ocean for some reason. Like a normal person does.

They stayed in the tower that was built on the literal ocean, and they felt safe from the magical letters that knew Harry's address no matter where he was.

As they slept soundly, Harry counted down the seconds on his watch and wished himself a happy birthday. All of a sudden, there was a loud rattling as the door was rammed by someone outside. Omg.