Okay, so yesterday's episode was... intense to say the least. Let me distract you all from that with this new chapter before the Superbowl comes on.
One thing I need to address before we start. First a special shout out to RotWS for letting me know that all of the Dursleys and Albus do have names that relate to color. (Oops my bad.) That will be fixed in this chapter and thank you for pointing that out.
Thank you all for your patience. Please enjoy.
Disclaimer: Anything in bold belongs to J.K. Rowling. The RWBY characters belong to Rooster Teeth.
Special thanks to my beta AuthorA97
The next day passed by all too quickly. The Hunters and Huntresses in training sped through their classes, eager to get back to their dorms for more of Harry Potter.
The moment classes and dinner was done, team JNPR went into team RWBY's dorm.
"Woohoo! More Harry! More Harry!" Nora cheered, hugging Ren's side in excitement.
"Less Dursley's! Less Dursley's!" Ruby cheered.
"I am eager to hear more about the world, though," Pyrrha admitted as she settled in a spot beside Jaune. "I'm fascinated by what kind of powers these people possess- even if their names are odd."
"Actually, many of them do follow our traditions. I looked up their names earlier today." Weiss said.
"Why? It's not like they exist in real life," Yang asked her.
"Yes, but it turns out that their names do seem to follow the color tradition. At least the Dursleys and Albus' do." Weiss said. "Petunia is a flower, usually yellow. Vernon means 'alder tree,' and Dudley means 'meadow,' both of which associate with green. and Albus means 'white.'"
"Lily's also a flower," Ruby pointed out.
"Yeah, but James and Harry don't fit the bill," Yang told Weiss.
The heiress huffed. "I know. Forgive me for thinking you would want to know." She crossed her arms, turning up her nose.
Yang rolled her eyes. Ruby elbowed her sister, meaningfully nodding her head at Weiss. Yang sighed, smiling apologetically. "Thanks for telling us, Weiss."
Weiss lowered her nose, looking at Yang with a surprised but thankful smile. "You're welcome."
Everyone settled into their usual spots. Blake picked up the book, turning to where they left off.
"'The Letters From No One.'" She readout.
"Please tell me that's a good thing?" Yang asked. The last thing they wanted for Harry was more trouble.
"Only one way to find out, sis," Ruby said, allowing Blake to read.
It was summer vacation when Harry was released from his cupboard following the snake incident.
"When was Dudley's birthday?" Pyrrha asked.
Blake checked the previous chapter. "It doesn't give a date."
Everyone in the room thought the same thing. The only real question was if the Dursleys were as cruel as they believed.
"Then let's just pretend it isn't as long as we might think," Ruby said, trying to sound hopeful.
"Yeah," Jaune agreed. "And they must have let him out for school, right?" He figured.
Everyone hoped that was the case.
By this point, Dudley had already broken several of his new presents and had knocked over Mrs. Figg when he was on his bike.
"That dolt needs to learn to be careful! No telling what could have happened to both of them!" Weiss ranted.
While Harry was relieved school was over, he couldn't get away from Dudley's gang. They came over every day and were more than happy to help Dudley hunt him down as though it were a game.
Everyone clenched their fists. The smell of smoke filled the dorm, along with the sizzle. None of them shouted about it. They already said it earlier. Saying it again would only make them angrier.
Harry found himself out of the house as often as he can as a result. He started to think about the end of the holidays where there was finally a light in the dark tunnel for him.
The students immediately started perking up. Beacon was a happy place for them too. They could understand Harry's joy looking forward to it.
Come September; he would be going to a secondary school by himself. Dudley had been accepted into Smeltings, the same private school Vernon went to. While Harry will be going to the public Stonewall High.
"Yes!" Ruby cheered. She had no idea what Stonewall High was, but anything was better than the Dursleys.
"Maybe he can finally make some friends," Jaune hoped.
"And he can finally take a break from those awful relatives of his," Weiss added. This was one of the reasons she went to Beacon after all, as opposed to Atlas. Just thinking about her home, of her family, upset her. She didn't want to think about that. She had RWBY.
Dudley said that the school stuffed people's heads down the toilet on their first day and tried to get Harry to come with him to 'practice.'
"Do they really do that?" Ruby asked.
"No way! He's just saying that to try and trick Harry into doing it right now," Yang assured.
Harry declined. He explained that the toilet never had anything as awful as Dudley's head down it. "It might get sick." He took off before Dudley could work out the insult.
The students did, though, and were laughing at Harry's cheek.
Time jumped to July, where Petunia took Dudley to get his new school uniform. Harry was left with Mrs. Figg, but she treated Harry nicer than usual. She seemed to have lost her fondness for her cats, considering one of them was the reason behind her broken leg.
"Awww. I'm sure it was an accident," Ruby said, knowing if Zwei did something like that, she would still love the pup.
"Except Dudley didn't help with his bike." Yang pointed out.
"Let's just blame him for everything!" Nora suggested. Everyone laughed.
Later that night, Dudley showed off his new uniform, consisting of maroon tailcoats, orange knickerbockers, and flat straw hats. They were also given a knobbly stick to carry around to hit each other when the teachers weren't looking. Supposedly that was meant to be for training.
Everyone gagged at the description of the uniforms.
"Those are horrible colors!" Weiss said. "They completely clash."
"Are they being serious about those sticks?" Jaune asked.
"They can't be. Even here, there are safety precautions for training with our weapons." Pyrrha assured him.
"I would gladly use it on him," Nora said with a mad gleam in her eyes. Ren patted her on the head.
The next morning had Petunia dyeing several of Dudley's old clothes grey to serve as Harry's school uniform.
"Cheapskates," Everyone muttered.
Vernon and Dudley arrived along with the Smelting stick, which he carried everywhere, and they started breakfast. About halfway through, they heard the mail slot Vernon asked Dudley to get it.
"By the Brothers, they're making Dudley do something!" Blake shouted, amazed.
Dudley then said to make Harry get it, and Vernon told Harry to do so. Even having Dudley smack Harry with his stick to make him comply.
"I CAN'T BELIEVE THESE PEOPLE!" Yang shouted, hair going up in flames.
"It's bad enough that they abuse Harry but to let their child in on this treatment isn't right," Ren grumbled, hands balling into a fist. Considering he hasn't said much before, this was saying something.
Harry dodged the stick and went to get the mail, which included a postcard from Vernon's sister Marge who was on vacation, some kind of bill, and a letter addressed to Harry?
"Why does that sound so surprising?" Jaune asked. While Harry might not have made many friends, surely he must have received some kind of mail before.
Harry was surprised as, with no friends or relatives, he'd never received a letter before. Not even from the library as he never went there. But here was a letter plain as day.
Mr. H. Potter
The Cupboard under the stairs
4 Privet Drive
Little Whinging
Surrey
"This must be from the other culture," Pyrrha deduced.
"You sure?" Ruby asked.
"I'm with Pyrrha," Weiss agreed. "The way the letter was addressed sounds like something they would do."
The envelope didn't have a stamp. Harry turned it around, and he saw that it had a wax seal with some sort of a coat of arms. It consisted of a lion, an eagle, a badger, and a snake surrounding a capital H.
"I wonder if those animals could be some kind of mascots," Pyrrha wondered.
"Maybe it's some kind of secret organization that Harry's being invited into," Nora suggested.
"But Harry's only ten," Ruby argued. And sure, she was let into Beacon two years early, but she was fifteen. That's a whole different situation.
Uncle Vernon snapped him out of his daze. Harry went back to the kitchen, his eyes solely transfixed on the letter. While Vernon talked about the postcard his sister sent, Dudley noticed Harry's letter and shouted about it. Vernon quickly snatched up the letter.
"That's not yours!" Ruby shouted.
"Let him read it first, at least!" Pyrrha agreed.
"Actually, I'm a little worried," Ren said. "What if they know it's from the other culture."
Everyone paled at that as they knew it would not end well for Harry.
Vernon opened up the letter, wondering who would even write to Harry before reading it. Instantly his face went from a furious red to a sickly green faster than a set of traffic lights before settling on a greyish white color before showing it to Petunia, who looked like she was about to faint.
The students winced. "Oh yeah, they know," Blake muttered angrily.
Dudley (not used to being ignored) taped his father on the head with his stick.
"Just when I think they can't get any worse. That's your father. Does he have any respect?" Pyrrha asked.
"He's so used to getting what he wants. This has to come as some sort of shock," Jaune said.
Both Dudley and Harry wanted to read the letter, but Vernon just told them to leave the dining room. When neither boys moved, Vernon took both of them by the scruff of their necks and threw them into the hall before slamming the kitchen door shut.
"It's bad enough they're treating Harry like this but their own son!" Ruby cried. Yang rubbed circles on her back, but her eyes were red from anger.
Harry and Dudley had a small fight to see who would listen from the keyhole. Dudley won, so Harry was stuck with the crack between the door and floor.
"Should it really matter?" Ren asked. "Both options are very good."
Petunia was asking about the address. Vernon figured that they might be spying on them.
"If they were, they would have taken Harry away by now," Nora said.
Petunia wondered if they should write back to the senders. Vernon thought it best to try to ignore it altogether. When his wife tried to argue, he shouted that he wouldn't have 'one' in the house. Reminding her that when they took Harry in, they would stamp out that 'dangerous nonsense.'
"Stamp out? Dangerous nonsense?" Blake was fuming at this point. "What do they think he is? Some kind of monster?!"
"How could they even try to make him suppress his powers if he even doesn't know he has them?" Pyrah wondered. "Not to mention it could cause some serious damage to both Harry and the Dursleys the longer he holds it inside!"
"I doubt it. They aren't the type to care about Harry, not as long as they can control him." Weiss explained. She gave no further explanation to her insight.
Later that evening, Vernon visited Harry in his cupboard after returning home from work, which was a first for the man. Harry immediately asked about his letter, but Vernon told him that he burned it, saying it was addressed to him by mistake.
"Damnit, now there's no hope of Harry reading the letter now," Yang grumbled.
"By mistake?" Weiss scoffed. "It had his 'bedroom' on it. There is no way that excuse would work."
Harry didn't buy that as it has his cupboard on the envelope.
"See!"
Vernon roared at him to shut up before taking a few breaths to calm down, and then he forced his face into what seemed to be a painful smile.
"I hope it does hurt." Nora snickered.
Vernon then told Harry that he and his aunt realized that he might be getting a bit big for it.
"You mean you now realize that it's illegal!" Pyrrha shouted.
And that Harry was now to move into Dudley's second bedroom.
Everyone was too stunned even to be mad. A second bedroom for Dudley?
Blake tossed the book down her bed and threw up her hands. "It's official. These guys need to have both of the children taken away from them."
"Two bedrooms, and Harry was stuck in a cupboard," Pyrrha said in disbelief.
"But why? What do Vernon and Petunia even get out of being this mean?" Ruby finally wondered.
Jaune picked up the book. He tossed it back over to Blake so she could keep reading. "They're really awful people, but I need to see if that letter helps him!"
Harry wondered why, but Vernon just told him to take his things upstairs.
"It's nice to see that their treatment hasn't fully damaged Harry if he still constantly asks questions despite his so-called guardians telling him not to," Yang said with a small smile.
The narration explained that the house had four bedrooms.
The students all facepalmed at this.
One was for Vernon and Petunia, one for guests (usually Vernon's sister), one for Dudley, and one for everything that wouldn't fit into his first bedroom.
"Dudley has that much junk?" Blake asked rhetorically.
It didn't take long for Harry to move his possessions upstairs. As Harry looked around the broken stuff (which ranged from a bent-up air rifle to a television that had a giant hole in the middle after Dudley put his foot through it), he could hear his cousin throwing a fit and wanting his room back.
"Don't these people know how to throw anything away?" Ruby asked, confused as to why Dudley would want to keep such junk.
"Honestly, that seems more like a storage room than a bedroom," Pyrrha said.
"And again, they let Harry sleep in a cupboard!" Jaune yelled, exasperated.
"With Dudley's cast-offs too. Petunia was even dyeing Dudley's clothes for Harry's uniform! They buy him 39 presents, but they don't spend anything on Harry!" Weiss raged. "Doesn't he have anything for himself?"
Harry stretched up on his new bed. While he normally wished he could sleep up here, he found himself longing for the cupboard with his mysterious letter.
"What would even moving him accomplish?" Ren wondered quietly to where no one heard him.
The next morning had Dudley in the worst mood ever. He threw the biggest tantrum possible, and still, his parents did not return his room to him.
"Welcome to the real world, kid," Yang joked. It was honestly worth hearing about his attitude, only to see some actual parenting going on.
The mail came, and Vernon insisted that Dudley should get it, which he did while banging his Smelting Stick all along the hall.
"How has he not broken anything yet?" Weiss asked, but like Yang, she was just as amused.
"I don't like how Vernon convinced Dudley to get it," Jaune noticed as if he knew what the cruel uncle was planning.
Dudley called out that there was another letter for Harry. This time the address read 'The smallest bedroom.'
"WHAT!" Everyone cried out.
"It's only been 24 hours. How could they have known there wasn't a reply?" Weiss asked.
"Forget about that. How could they have known he changed bedrooms?" Nora countered. Though a lot of mail went around via scrolls or screens, Nora still remembered the time back when paper mail went out. That stuff took awhile.
"Maybe the other culture really is spying on them," Ruby suggested.
"If they were, they would have taken Harry away from these abusive people by now," Yang pointed out. Ruby crossed her arms in annoyance.
Pyrrha tapped her chin. "They have to be spying on him to write the letter that precisely. However, I must wonder if it is a person watching him or a security system, like what we have for spotting Grimm."
Everyone agreed on that. The Dursleys were as dangerous to Harry as a Grimm. Mainly because- well- they must be the worst of it. Surely there weren't any creatures like Grimm in Harry's world. The idea of that- of something worse than the Dursleys- neither team RWBY or team JNPR wanted to think about it.
Vernon gave out a strangled cry and ran down the hall to take the letter from Dudley. Harry right behind him. After a rather confusing fight in which all three men were trying to get the letter. Uncle Vernon was victorious in keeping it out of his wards' hands before sending them away.
"You really have no right to keep it away from him," Blake growled, clutching the book in her hands so hard she wrinkled the page.
"I wouldn't worry, Blake," Pyrrha said. "Something tells me this other culture isn't going to give up yet."
Harry paced around his room and realized that whoever sent him the letter knew that he didn't get it and figured that they would try again. And this time, Harry would make sure they would succeed.
"And so will Harry!" Jaune encouraged him.
Harry quickly turned off his repaired alarm clock the next morning, which read 6:00. He quietly got dressed to make sure he didn't wake up his relatives. Then he snuck downstairs without turning on the lights. He planned to wait for the postman at the street corner and pick up the mail then.
"That's a simple yet effective plan," Ren figured.
"Almost too simple," Blake noted worryingly.
"What do you mean?" Jaune asked, confused.
"I mean, there's just a chance Vernon might think of that plan too and counter the plan accordingly," Blake told him.
"It's simple enough for him to do it." Yang agreed.
Everyone cringed at that, and Blake quickly got back to the book to see if she was right.
Harry's heart pounded in his chest as he made his way to the front door. A scream stopped him as he had trodden on something on the doormat. Something alive.
"Damnit! I hate being right!" Blake yelled. Everyone's face fell as they also realized what had just happened.
That thing was his uncle, who was sleeping in front of the door in a sleeping bag, having anticipated what Harry was going to do. He shouted at Harry for a half-hour before he sent the boy to make him some tea.
"What are you yelling at him for? It was your stupid idea to sleep in front of the door!" Ruby yelled.
"Seriously, if he didn't want Harry to step on him, he shouldn't have picked a better spot!" Nora agreed.
When Harry came back with the tea, three envelopes with Harry's name arrived, but Vernon tore them up before he could even say anything.
"Wait, they're sending more than one?" Jaune realized.
"Probably, they think that one is getting lost in the mail, so they send more to assure that Harry gets it," Pyrrha assumed.
Vernon stayed home from work that day to nail the mail slot door shut. He explained to Petunia that if they can't send the letters, they'll just give up. Petunia had her doubts.
As did the students.
"Or they could just push it under their door," Yang figured.
"Or through the window," Weiss offered.
"Or through the chimney," Nora said.
"Nora, that'd just be dumb," Ren argued.
Vernon argued that their minds work in strange ways, not like him and Petunia.
"Insult aside, I'm glad this other culture doesn't think like the Dursleys," Blake said.
"If you ask me, their minds work in strange ways," Pyrrha said. "At least Vernon's does."
Come Friday, at least twelve letters came for Harry.
"What?" Ruby asked in disbelief.
"Now that's just excessive," Weiss said.
With the mail slot no longer an option, they have been skidded under the door, through the sides, and a few were even found in the small window of the downstairs bathroom.
Yang and Weiss nodded at their prediction coming true. Nora turned and gave Ren a knowing look. Ren just turned the other way and ignored her.
Vernon once again burned all the letters and stayed at home while boarding up all the cracks in the house, humming a song called "Tiptoe Through the Tulips" as he worked. He also kept jumping at small noises.
Everyone started to freak out a little.
"Okay, I think Petunia needs to get Vernon to a doctor," Jaune said nervously.
"Hopefully right with all the other crazy people." Nora agreed but not in her usual cheerful matter.
Things got really crazy on Saturday as twenty-four letters for Harry made their way to the house via two dozen eggs that their confused milkman gave to Petunia through their window. The letters were rolled up in each egg.
Yang gave a low whistle. "Got to give this other culture credit. They are creative."
"And stubborn," Blake added.
"But how did they get the letters in the eggs?" Ruby wondered.
"Most likely with whatever powers these people possess," Weiss answered.
"Still, they are not only creative but determined," Pyrrha said in regards to Yang's point earlier.
"I think the real question is, why do they want to talk to Harry so badly?" Jaune asked.
"They are going to have to realize at some point the letters aren't working and send someone in person," Ren figured.
"Oh, maybe a really big guy with a giant hammer like mine so he can squish the Dursleys," Nora cheered lightly, pretending to swing her hammer.
Petunia shredded all the letters in the food processor while even Dudley questioned who would want to talk to Harry so bad.
Things finally seemed to calm down on Sunday, and even Vernon was happy, given that the post office didn't run on Sunday.
"So I guess the post has a day off on Sunday?" Weiss figured.
Blake simply shrugged and turned the page to find another envelope fall into her lap. Opening it up, she read:
People usually go to Church on Sundays, at least in some countries like Harry's, others on different days, so government places and a few others are closed those days.
"So this place has an actual day of worship. That's interesting," Ren noted.
"Hang on, there's more to the letter," Blake said as she read what else was written there.
That doesn't apply to the other culture, though. Nora, you should have taken a bet with the fireplace.
Everyone groaned in frustration as Nora cackled with glee.
As Vernon cheerfully reminded everyone of the fact, something comes whizzing down the chimney in the kitchen and makes him in the back of his head. All of a sudden, about forty or so letters were spilling out of the fireplace flying everywhere.
"BROTHERS LIGHT AND DARK!" Everyone cried out in shock except for Nora, who was still laughing.
Harry went to try one of the letters flying around, but Vernon grabbed him by the middle and rushed everybody out.
"I honestly don't know what's scarier, these people's determination to make contact with Harry or the Dursley's determination to keep them away from him," Blake said with a slight shake in her voice.
Vernon started to pull out his mustache in an attempt to calm down. He ordered his family to pack up some clothes as they would leave in about five minutes. They left about ten minutes later after having wrenched their way through the boarded-up doors. Dudley was crying because Vernon had smacked him on the head after he tried to fit his tv, VCR, and computer in his sports bag.
"And what was he even gonna do with those?" Blake asked while resisting the temptation to smack the book she was reading on her head. "It's not like the car has an outlet for Dudley to even plug those in."
"Still, it's nice for Dudley to suffer the same way Harry has," Yang said, looking on the bright side. That got a laugh from the room.
They drove for hours. Now and then, Vernon would take a sudden turn and drive in a different direction in an attempt to shake 'them' off.
"Uhhh Petunia, you sure you don't want to call in those doctors for your husband?" Nora asked. No one bothered to point out that she was talking to a book because they were all worried about Vernon's sanity.
"Somehow, I don't think this will even work. This other culture does seem very resourceful," Pyrrha stated.
By the time night fell, Dudley was hysterical. They hadn't stop for food all day; he missed several programs he wanted to see, and it's been ages since he's played a game on his computer.
"No one cares about you, Dudley!" Yang yelled, getting fed up with the fictional child.
"What about bathroom breaks?" Ruby wondered.
"Doubt it," Jaune said.
Finally, Vernon stopped outside of some hotel on the outskirts of a big city. Dudley and Harry shared a room. And while Dudley was snoring away, Harry was sitting on the windowsill watching the passing cars and wondering-
"Wondering about what?" Ren asked.
"It doesn't say, but I'm pretty sure it's about the letters he keeps getting," Blake figured.
The next morning they had stale cornflakes and cold tomatoes on toast for breakfast at the hotel's restaurant.
Everyone cringed at that.
"Seriously? I was under the impression that the Dursleys were rich," Weiss scoffed. "Surely they could afford a better meal than that."
"Vernon must be that desperate to hide from the people that want to contact Harry," Ren figured.
"I'm with Pyrrah, though. I doubt he can hide from them," Ruby said.
The hotel owner came to their table asking for Harry as there were about a hundred letters addressed to him on the front desk. Harry tried to grab them, but Vernon smacked his hand out of the way and took the letters.
Everyone threw up their hands in exasperation. "Ren is right. These people have got to send someone. Vernon is gonna try his hardest to get away from the letters," Yang groaned.
They were once again on the road for most of the day. It seemed Vernon was looking for something in particular as he stopped in the middle of a forest, a plowed field, halfway across a suspension bridge and the top of a parking garage. None of these places seemed good enough, though. Petunia even asked if it would just be better to head home, and Dudley wondered if his dad has gone crazy.
"He's just now asking that?" Blake asked with a chuckle.
Finally, Vernon parked at the coast of a beach and locked them all inside before he disappeared. It started to rain really hard, and Dudley wondered if there was going to be a television where they were staying as The Great Humberto's always played on Mondays.
"What is that some kind of magic show?" Weiss wondered.
"Who knows and who cares," Nora said. "I just want Dudley to shut up."
This got Harry's attention as he figured that if Dudley was right about today (and he can usually know what day of the week it is thanks to television), tomorrow was Harry's eleventh birthday.
"Happy early birthday Harry!" Ruby and Nora cheered.
"I doubt it'll be a happy one considering the situation right now," Ren said.
"I'm surprised Harry even knows when his birthday is. You'd think the Dursley would keep that from him too," Jaune noted.
Nobody liked thinking about that. Jaune was right to suspect it, just the idea of hiding something like a birthday from someone? It made everyone more than a little angry.
Vernon came back smiling and had a long thin package with him. Petunia asked what it was, but Vernon didn't answer her. Instead, he claimed to have found the perfect place and pointed out a large rock in the middle of the rough ocean. One the rock was a little hubby shack. No television for Dudley, it seems.
"Like it even matters," Nora said, rolling her eyes.
An older man had already agreed to loan the Dursleys his boat, and the family boarded. The journey there was miserable. Freezing winds and icy waters kept hitting them at every point. Eventually, they made their way to the slippery rock and into the small hut. The inside smelled of seaweed, and the wind blew through holes in the walls. The fireplace was damp.
Ruby shivered. "You think they could even survive the night?" She wondered. Since these people didn't have an aura, there was a good chance they could freeze to death.
"Maybe Vernon got some firewood or something," Jaune hoped.
Pyrrha quickly shot that down. "Even if he did, it would have been soaked on the way over."
Vernon had brought some food, which was four bags of chips and four bananas.
"At least they're giving him some kind of food," Ren said, remembering the scraps he and Nora had to live off of when they were kids.
Vernon tried to start a fire with the potato chip bags, but those didn't work. He joked about using the letters they keep getting, figuring that no one would be able to deliver mail out here. Harry reluctantly agreed.
"But we don't even know when the mail would come. They could wait until the storm passes," Blake reasoned. The other nodded in agreement.
Vernon and Petunia went to the bedroom, which was the only other room in the house; Dudley slept on the sofa with some blankets his mom found. And Harry was left on the cold hard ground with the thinnest blanket.
"Seriously? He's a freaking twig! He'll freeze to death before the night's over!" Yang screamed.
"They should let Dudley sleep on the floor. His fat would keep him warm." Jaune joked. To his surprise, everyone giggled at that. Even Weiss. Well, she scoffed and gave an eye roll, but she was smiling, so he counted that.
Harry couldn't sleep between the cold and his hunger. As the night went on, Dudley's snores were drowned out by the rumbling thunder. Harry was watching Dudley's wristwatch counting down the minutes to his birthday. He wondered if the Dursleys would even do something for the occasion. Or where the letter writer could be at the moment.
As the minutes ticked down, his mind kept wandering to other things. Like maybe the house was so full of letters by now perhaps he could sneak one when they would eventually come back.
"Did Vernon even think of that?" Blake realized.
"Maybe he thinks the letters would magically disappear when they go back home," Ruby said.
"I doubt it," Weiss mumbled.
"Still, there would be no way for him to clean it up in time," Pyrrha said. It was clear to her and the rest of them just how little Vernon thought this through.
Harry kept counting down in his mind while also noting the weird sounds outside. The waves were slapping on the rock really hard, and there were some funny crunching noises as well.
"Someone's outside the house," Ren noted.
"The person writing the letters?" Jaune asked.
"If it is, it's about time," Nora said.
"But how could they have withstood the storm?" Weiss wondered.
"Blake, keep reading!" Ruby demanded.
Thirty seconds to go. Ten...nine...eight he was tempted to wake Dudley up and bother him.
"DO IT!" Nora and Ruby cheered.
Three... two... one...BOOM!
Everyone jumped at how loud Blake was with that.
"Um, boom?" Pyrrha asked worryingly.
"Boom." Blake clarified, a little calmer than the last time.
The whole shack shook with the force, and Harry bolted upright in surprise. It seems someone was knocking on the front door.
"That's the chapter," Blake said.
"That was a knock?" Nora questioned. "Sounded more like someone took a battering ram to the door...OR A GIANT HAMMER! AM I RIGHT AGAIN!?"
"Quick, get to the next chapter! Let's see who it is," Ruby said.
Blake was already turning the page.
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