Chapter Eight
Again Harry or anyone is not mine, * thinking
"Veron who's is that girl?"
"Remember we found out Harry has a sister and she's staying here?"
"That's right. Our servants"
Harry and Renee got everything inside but the TV. Harry wasn't really excited about Christmas morning. He knew he wasn't getting anything. He sighs.
Next morning he was shaken awake by his sister.
"Happy Christmas"
Harry groans
"You also"
Renee jump onto the bed,
"Their guests are downstairs"
Harry's eyes open up. His sister was dressed in black jeans and a T-shirt that read: back the freak up, I'm a witch that can kill you Harry shakes his head while laughing,
"You're going to die"
She smiles
"Them first, beside lazy bones there's gifts down there for us let's go"
Veron and his wife almost died when they read her shirt. They sat down, Harry looking nervous. Renee looking like she didn't care. Everyone knew how Harry was treated. They were shock when the girl got up walked over to the tree got a lot of the gifts and dumps them onto Harry.
"Mom, Dad he got more gifts then I do"
Dudley complained. Renee glares
"It's from me and my parents got a problem? Take it up with my lawyer who is my mother, also boy"
she snarl's out the word boy,
"read the shirt"
that shut them up. After Harry open all his gifts he looked at his sister
"This is too much"
she shrugs,
"It's from me and my parents it's to make up for these dimwits"
she nudges him,
"Let's go"
Vernon stood up
"Where do you think you're going?
" Renee smiles
"To free our Godfather Sirius Black"
Vernon turns white
"The one who's I jail for murder?"
Renee grins evilly,
"That's the one, and my guess will be you're the first one on his list for how you treated Harry"
she stops and looks at the room
"Unless you change"
with that they were gone