Chapter 3: The Mysterious Letters

It's summer and Harry has been trying to stay away from the Dursley's, so he has been going outside everyday. But that also means Dudley and his gang of friends are also out. They always try to beat up Harry, but he's so small, and skinny, he's faster than all of them.

Harry was going to go to Stonewall public school and Dudley was going to a private school called Smetlings. Dudley came up to Harry and said, "New kids at Stonewall get their heads flushed. Want to go practice?" Harry replied, "I don't think the toilet has taken something that full of shit." Harry ran before Dudley could understand what he said.

Harry went down to the kitchen to get breakfast, and when he entered he smelled something nasty. He walked over to Aunt Petunia who had something in the sink.

"What's that?" Harry asked. Petunia replied, "Your school uniform." "Oh, I didn't know it had to be so wet." "Don't be stupid, I'm dying it. It's supposed to be gray." But Harry seriously doubted that.

Uncle Vernon and Dudley came in with their noses in the air. Dudley was in his Smetlings uniform, which had a stick. They use the stick when the teacher isn't looking and beat each other to raise character.

The mail slot was heard opening and the mail fell on the floor. "Dudley go get the mail," Uncle Vernon said. Dudley replied, "Make Harry get the mail." "But you told Dudley to."

"Get the mail Dudley."

"No."

"Harry get the mail."

"No."

"Dudley hit him with your stick."

Harry just missed the stick and went into the hall. He looked through the mail and there was a bill, a bill, a postcard, and there at the bottom was a letter addressed in green ink and it said,

'Mr. H. Potter

Cupboard Under The Stairs

Number Four, Privet Drive

Little Whinging

Surrey'

He walked in and gave Uncle Vernon the rest of the mail. Uncle Vernon was saying something about the bills, but Harry wasn't listening. He was staring to open his letter, but Dudley grabbed it out of his hands.

"Mummy, Dad come look at what Harry's got!" "Hey give it back, it's mine!" Uncle Vernon said, "Who in their right mind would write to you?" And on the back of the letter was a crest with a big H in the middle and animals on it.

Uncle Vernon ripped it up. And the next day Harry got up and saw Uncle Vernon ripping up four more letters. Then Uncle Vernon got the idea to move Harry into the spare room that Dudley kept his toys in that he had no room for in his room. Dudley had a tantrum but Uncle Vernon put him right.

One day, Uncle Vernon went to go to work and seven owls were around they saw seven letters in front of them on the ground. Later that night, Harry saw him putting the letters in the fire.

Then it was Sunday. Uncle Vernon said, "Ah, no post on Sundays, hah! No bloody letters today, no sir! Not one single bloody letter, not one! No sir, not one-" But he was stopped when a letter came through the fire place and hit him right in the face.

Then there was a low, rumbling sound and soon after, there was a huge amount of letters just flying out of the fireplace. They ran and Harry tried to grab one and did, but Uncle Vernon soon caught him and stopped him and said to everyone, "That's it we're going away, far away! So everyone pack some things and meet back here in ten minutes!"

No one argued so they hurried and they left 15 minutes later, after Dudley had gotten smacked for trying to bring his TV. So every so often, Vernon would stop and go out and come back in. Then they found a hotel but in 10 minutes, there were 500 pieces of mail and they left again.

Then they found a shore and Vernon went and came back in half an hour with a box and a smile on his face. "Rations," He said. "We're going to live out there!" He pointed to a small rock out in the middle of the sea and on the rock was a small house that looked like it was going to fall apart at anytime.

So they went out and at first, it felt like it was going to fall apart and the house was going to tumble down at any moment. The house kept swaying and it was such a dank place, it was like it was just a place covered in mold.

So they went in and tried to light a fire with some of the rations but it didn't work. Uncle Vernon was in a good mood though. "Oh well, it's so nice here anyway. We don't need a fire."

Everyone thought that that he was going senile. He was smiling like someone from the Asylum. Dudley and Aunt Petunia were a little backed away and Harry was in the corner.

Uncle Vernon found some sheets on the floor upstairs. Dudley slept on the couch, while Vernon and Petunia slept upstairs on the moth-eaten bed. Harry was left sleeping on the floor without a sheet, so he had to find a spot with a lot of dust.

He was looking at Dudley's watch and whispered, "Damn, my birthday's in only 10 minutes. Look where I am though, sleeping on the floor of a shitty house that could fall at any moment."

He had drawn a birthday cake on the floor in the dust. He made eleven candles and thought to himself, Maybe if I get back, there will be enough letters to slip one and read it.

That's what he thought. He watched Dudley's watch and there were 10 seconds…9…8…7…6…5…4…3…2…1. Harry was now eleven. He said to himself, "Happy Birthday, Harry. Make a wish." He blew out the candles, and as soon as he did that there was a huge BANG! On the door.