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By the time summer had started Dudley had already broken most of his birthday gifts. One morning when the mail arrived Natalie got up to get it, not wanting to do the usual dance of arguing about who has to do it.
Sitting on top of the newspaper were two letters in thick envelopes addressed in bright green ink.
Harry Potter
The spare bedroom
4 privet drive
Little Whinging
Surrey
Was the first one, the second one made Natalie smile.
Natalie Potter
The cupboard under the stairs
4 privet drive
Little Whinging
Surrey
She skipped into the kitchen handing the paper and bills to her Uncle Veron before extravagantly handing Harry his. The two children never got mail and they found it a happy surprise to see these mysterious letters.
"The twins have mail!" Dudley yelled, snatching them away from both children and frantically trying to tear it open. Uncle Veron plucked it out of Dudley's eager fingers, his face turning a pasty pale color when he saw the emblem imprinted in the wax seal.
"Petunia!" When she saw the envelopes her face turned a bright red and she hurried the children out of the room. Natalie was more than fine to let Dudley and Harry fight over who got to listen at the keyhole. Harry could just tell her everything later, so she went back to her cupboard and shut the door.
The next morning two more letters came for the children. Uncle Veron grabbed them as soon as he could, tearing them to pieces before stuffing them in the waste. Over the next week any time letters would come they would be burned or torn apart until they were unreadable.
Natalie and Harry devised a plan to get up at the crack of dawn on Friday morning to get them. But when they reached the foyer their feet hit something large and squishy. Uncle Veron yelled out chasing them back to their rooms.
Finally it was Sunday. Uncle Veron was giddy as he drank his tea staring out the window at the owls covering the street, "bloody birds" he would call them.
"No post on sundays!" He said happily chomping down on the biscuits. Somehow Natalie didn't believe that Sunday would stop the mysterious people from sending them the letters.
She wasn't wrong. At the same time Natalie sat down, a fat envelope flew through the chimney and hit Uncle Veron's bushy mustache. He spluttered, his lip twitching as three more letters flew through hitting his feet.
Uncle Veron's mouth opened but the sound of hundreds of letters drowned out the sound of his voice. Harry and Natalie shared a look before scooping up letters and sprinting for the hall.
"Get back here !" Veron bellowed chasing after them. But his stubby legs couldn't carry him fast enough. He finally grabbed Natalie's hand and wrapped his arm around Harry's chest.
He grabbed the letters as even more flowed through the fireplace.
"We're going away!" He screamed ripping the letters from the children's hands.