Hey, thanks to Adrianna Ashke and RaI'DeE PoYnT3R for reviewing my fifth chapter! Exciting. Oh, Adrianna! Harry isn't in jail because he hasn't gone to trial. I guess you could say that he is under house arrest, 'till you read this chapter.
Chapter Six
Mandy
Dear Diary,
I have some absolutely dreadful news. Number one, Harry is moving. Number two, Harry is being sent to St. Brutus' Secure Center for Incurably Criminal Boys because of the murder he didn't commit. And number three, worst of all, my mother has forbidden me from seeing Harry ever again!
:Flashback:
"Mommy, I'm going out for a walk!" I said, dashing down the stairs.
"Okay, hun. While you're out, will you pick up a few things from the market?" she called.
"Yea." I grabbed the list of fruits and veggies from the kitchen, (Brussel sprouts? Yuck!), and got the spare change from the cash bank mom keeps. Then I headed outside and headed, not for the market, but for Harry Potter's house.
It took me longer to get there today because I walked instead of ran. It was way hot outside. When I finally got there, well, it only took about ten minutes, but it felt like forever, I rang the doorbell twice, in quick succession. That was the code ring that Harry and I made, so that he could identify it as me.
The door opened. "Who are you?" sniffed a high pitched woman's voice. Shoot! It was Harry's aunt. They must not have gone to see Holy Baloney at the movies like Harry though they would.
"Er . . . I'm Amanda Peters. A friend of Harry's from school. I came to see him," I said nervously. Petunia was giving me this stare with her brown eyes. It was actually quite creepy. It felt like she was reading my soul to see if I was telling the truth.
"Harry isn't here," she said. "He's gone to visit St. Brutus' Secure Center for Incurably Criminal Boys."
I stared at her open-mouthed. Like a wide-mouth tree frog.
"Yes. He's going to St. Brutus' in the fall. Surely you knew about the," she lowered her voice, "murder he committed?"
I nodded. "Yes," I said weakly.
"Well, then obviously you know that this is a small punishment compared to what could have been assigned to him. He could have been given the death penalty." She looked thoughtful, as if she wished they did give him the death penalty. She sighed. "Ah, well, you can't have everything in life." Then she slammed the door in my face.
I turned to go, but stopped and crouched under some bushes, for I heard shouts coming from the house I just left.
"Aunt Petunia! I have a visitor and you told her I wasn't here! That's absolutely outrageous." It was Harry's voice.
"I had to tell her something," came Petunia's.
I watched the mailman carrying a large sack ring the doorbell. Harry's uncle answered. "Is there a Mr. Potter at this residence?" asked the mailman.
"Yes, I'll take them," said the large man. And he took the whole bag. He walked inside and shut the door. "Harry Potter! What is the meaning of these letters? Why does anybody want to write to you?" More screams and shouts came from inside the house.
"Give me my letters!" shouted Harry.
"No! You can't have them," screamed Vernon. It took me a few minutes to figure out why the noise was so loud. The window was open. I hope they don't notice. "Oh my God!"
Apparently something so bizarre was occurring in the household that they were all stunned to silence. All of a sudden they all began to shout . . . again. "They're all mine! Why can't I have them?" It was Harry's voice that cut the silence.
"Who wants to get hold of you so bad that they send millions of letters down our fireplace?" asked Vernon.
"Vernon . ." said Aunt Petunia, "the window."
As Vernon (that's his name!) Walked over to close the window, I head the sentence that made my life come crashing down. "That's it! We're moving. Dudley, get your things." Then the window slammed shut.
I picked myself up out of the bushes and walked to the market, near school. It was about sixteen blocks. I don't know why the tears came so hard. Sure, the court found Harry guilty, but was that why I was crying? No. I was crying because Harry was the first real friend I've ever had. Excluding Alicia of course.
When I got home, carrots and tangerines in tow, my mom sat me down. "We're going to have a little chat."
This never means anything good, but I sat down, being the sweet little daughter who my mom wishes I was. "Er . . good afternoon mom," I said quietly, rubbing my face to make it appear as if I had bug bites instead of tear stains.
"What happened?" asked my mom gently.
I stared at her. "What?" I asked, playing dumb.
So, she said 'There will be no fraternizing with a criminal boy!' I wasn't fraternizing! We are just friends. Were. We aren't friends anymore. I went outside after my chat with mum to clear up my feelings and think things out. It's like she doesn't care about what I want. She just wants to ruin my life. Okay, I know that's not true, she wants to protect me. But it makes me feel like crap. And now, with no friends, I back to standing on the street corner by my lonesome. Nobody there beside me.
Depressingly Yours,
Mandy Peters
Harry
After Harry's disaster with the letter, Uncle Vernon practically dragged him out of the house and shut him in the car with Dudley and Petunia. None of them dared to speak, frightened of what Vernon might do to them.
He drove them all over, muttering to himself the whole way. At one point he turned to Harry and stated, "From now on, everyone of mine and Petunia's acquaintances will know you as the boy who went to St. Brutus'. And you are not to tell them otherwise."
Harry merely nodded and said, "Yes sir."
Vernon was a maniac of a driver when he was angry. Today was one of his angry days. He occasionally made a sudden stop to look around only to return to the car and say, "Not good enough for us."
One time he got out of his car, leaving it on, thankfully, so everyone could breathe, and returned a few hours later with chips, bananas, and a long slender package that Petunia eyes distastefully.
Finally, after a giant storm had started, thunder and lightning all around, he stopped by a lake and said, "Here's the place!"
Grimly, Harry and Dudley looked out into the lake, and by the lightning they could make out a small shack that looked as if it could fall over any minute, standing on a large rock.
Okey dokey! Chapter six is finished. After this chapter I have one more before the story is complete. Please review!
