Chapter 3 The Letters From No One

The snakeattack earned Harry his longest ever punishment. By the time he had come out he'd learned everything Cornae knew about the wizardingworld. The summer holidays had started and Dudley had broken atleast half of all his birhtday presents, and run over mrs Figgs the first time he tried his bike.

Harry was glad school was over so that he could bully Dudley and his gang, talk to Cornae and do nothing but relax. Dudley's gang came by four Privet Drive every day. Piers, Dennis, Malcolm and Gordon were all big and stupid. But as Dudley was the leader as he was the biggest and most stupid of them all. They tried to anger Harry, all but Pier who hadn't gotten over the fact of Harry's eye's changing colour, as to why was Harry didn't know. A quite frankly, he didn't care.

Harry spent as much time as possible in the park, talking to Cornae or just thinking. He also sent Cornae to find and kill animals in the park. Harry, somehow, got stronger as he talked to cornae. He could catch the smell of anything a mile round, if only the wind blew his way. He also got better night vision and became fysically stronger. He asked Cornae once in his cupboard, while still serving his punishment, as to why he became stronger while talking to her. "Hoowww sshould I knoow? I'mm nnoot thee wiizzzarrd here." Harry hadn't asked after that. He'd told Cornae to tell him more about parsletounge.

He thought much of the end of holidays, when he would n't have to be with Dudley for the first time in his life. Dudley had a place at Vernons old school, Smeltings, while Harry was to go to Stonewall High, the local comprehensive. Which Dudley found quite funny.

"They stuff your head down the toilet first day at Stonewall." Dudley said, "Want to go upstairs and practice?"

"You really think the toilet will cope with your head there? Poor toilet, I say." Harry said, sneering while showing his crimson eye's. Dudley stood there thinking of wath Harry said till Harry got bored and turned to go the park, where he'd leaved Cornae to have some fun.

Harry was left with mrs Figgs one day in July. It turned out she wasn't as bad as usual, as she had broken her leg tripping over one of her cats. She, instead of giving him an photo album of her 'little darlings', let him watch the telly and eat some sweets.

That night he could hardly keep a straight face as Dudley strutted round the house with his new school uniform on. He looked like a baloon with knickerboxers and a stick. The stick was a part of the uniform and was used to hit one another bihind the teacher's back. Dudley thought he had an advantage over Harry now that he had an stick. It ended with Harry not having any meals and with Dudley not able to stand without support. He couldn't even sit down without a loud wimper. Harry watched Dudley every meal with watisfaction written all over his face.

One mornig he woke up earlier than usual because something smelling. 'What is she doing now?' He walked through the hall to the kitchen. As he entered he saw from where the horrible stench came from. It looked as if Petunia was dying some clothes, and as he moved closer he saw that it indeed was clothes.

"Whose clothes is it?" he asked Petunia, who looked at him sternly before answering,

"That's your school uniform." Harry looked at her blankly, 'Surely she's joking. She must be!'

"So Stonewall has gray school uniforms then. You expect me to wear that stuff.?" he said without any hint of cold. Petunia was his mothers sister after all, if she didn't start he wouldn't be to short with her. Petunia looked surprised at the none existent coldness in his voice.

"You don't like it?" She looked confused that she had asked an honest question to Harry.

"Not to complain or anything but, I wear those clothes in school. Do you have any idea as how hard it will be to gain respect with that on me?"

"I'll buy a uniform to you a week or two before school starts then." Petunia said with a smile. 'I wish he wouldn't talk like that. It's so hard to tell him of for anything when talks like that.' Harry opened his moth to say something when Dudley came in with something in his hand. Harry closed his mouth and had a hard time not to kill Dudley as he saw what it was Dudley dragged. Petunia on the other hand switched between fainting and shouting what she thought of this out loud.

"Found him-" Dudley started before Harry cut him of.

"Her." Dudley looked at him before continuing.

"- at the side of the road outside the park entrance yesterday. It saw me and bagan to move towards me as a big truck came by. Its head is still on the street." Dudley said with a sneer on his face. But when he saw Harry he dropped the Cornae and ran up to his room screaming. Harry looked at Cornae, or what was left of her, before he threw her in the grabage.

Vernon came down seconds after Dudley had ran out.

"What did you do to my son!?" he roared at Harry, who sneered at Vernon so evilly that he took a step back.

"Nothing. He came down and then he looked at me and ran back up to his room. Screaming like a little girl." his voice was so cold that his aunt and uncle fell to the floor, shivering. They almost missed the the mocking in Harry's voice.

Just as Vernon was about to retort they heard that the mail had arrived.

"Don't worry. I'll get it." Harry said even colder, making Petunia faint and Vernon go white. "You probably wouldn't be able to walk anyway." he mumured as he stepped over uncle Vernon who recoiled as Harry raised his hand. He picked up the post and watched a brown letter with green hand writing and a crest on the other side. 'This must be the Hogwarts letter Cornae told me about.' He walked to the kitchen, dropping the other letters, bills, on Vernons lap as he stepped over him again.

He sat down on a chair and opened the letter. He read it through four times before turning to the list of supplies and books he would need. He then read through that till Vernon told him.

"You're not going to that freakish school." he obviously thought Harry was going to accept it without any complains.

"Really?" Harry said so coldly that Vernon almost fell again. Harry didn't wait for an answere as he burned the whole letter. dropping the burning letter in the sink. Vernon thought he'd won, because he now looked triumphant.

"Yes. That's good boy. You're going to Stonewall High. You've got nothing to say about it." Harry glared at Vernon, who was oblivious of it as he had turned to Petunia to see if she had hurt herself. At the time Dudley had come again. He avoided Harry's gaze and asked what had happened with his mother. Harry just walked out of there thinking, 'Maby if I could contact someone of these wizards or witches.'

Next morning he woke up earlier than the Dursley's who still slept. Even Petunia was sleeping, or so he thought. When he'd almost reached the kitchen he sensed or rather smelled that post was arriving. And sure enought as he turned the post fell down to the floor. 'That smells just like the letter from Hogwart's, only more intense. They must have me under survailence.'

It was somewhat paranoid to think that they had him under suvailence. But he knew he was being watched by someone, he'd first smelt it when his senses was becoming stronger. A sent that followed him everywhere, but still it changed from time to time. He even thought once that mrs Figgs was following him. But that was just to unbelievable. Since he'd already read the Hogwarts letter he picked everything up and dropped it all on the kitchen table. He picked one of the Hogwarts letters up and studdied the adress.

Mr. Harry Potter

Cupboard under the stairs

4 Privet Drive

Little Whinging

Surrey

"They must be watching me." he muttered as Petunias sent became stronger. She entered the kitchen and sat down on a chair on the other side of the table.

"How come you're up so early?" she asked tiredly.

"I'm up at this time every day." he answered laying down the letter. Petunia noticed the letter, picked it up, turned it and then dropped it as if it'd bitten her.

"Have you read it?"

"I read it yesterday." he answered. "I noticed that they are precise when it comes to the adress."

"You've read it?" she wispered.

"Yes. It's quite interesting to find that there is another world under this. Wizards and witches." he smiled, not coldly but neither was it warm. "How long have you known, aunt Petunia?" he already knew how long she'd known about the other world. His world, the world were he belonged.

"I only just found out. Wizards and witches." she didn't look surprise, why should she, but she looked rather frightened.

'She must think I'm and idiot.'

When he woke up the next thay he thought of yesterday's events. It amused him. It had been one of the best days of his life. He'd got Dudley's second bedroom as ten more letters had arrived. As to how giving Harry the bedroom was going to solve their problems with the letters Harry had no idea, but as uncle Vernon had said as he nailed every opening, save the chimney, shut, "Their minds don't work like ours, Petunia.". 'I surely hope they don't.' he thought sourly. Two worlds of idiotic, good-for-nothing, humans. That was just too much to think about.

Later that day they all sat in the living room watching the telly, when they hear a silent rumble. Harry knew what was coming. Atleast hundred letters were coming down the chimney. Then after a few seconds letters kept pouring out from the living room chimney. Most hit Vernon in the back of his head.

A few day's later, Harry lay on his back counting down to his eleventh birthday. '4.3.2.1. Happy birthday Harry.' Seconds later there was a knock on the door, as loud as cannonfire. The third time the door was knocked of its hinges and in came a gigant of a man. Outside the storm was roaring round the island.

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