AN: hello everyone, I decided that this will be the last chapter this week as I will be posting one chapter each week, every Sunday evening (UTC time). I hope you enjoy and don't forget to review. Mimi :)
The following week was the strangest in Harry's life so far. It started with his Aunt ordering him to move his belongings to Dudley's second bedroom. True that it was smallest in the house and that it was filled with broken toys that he wasn't allowed to clean, but it had a bed and mattress and it was a Room, not a cupboard.
The other bizarre occurrences were all related to the letters. After Vernon boarded the mail slot shut, they started arriving in the most peculiar ways i.e. shoved underneath the door, inside the eggs that his Aunt bought from the store and finally shooting down the chimney in an amazing number.
That last one was the straw that broke the camel's back. Not five minutes after the downpour of letters stopped, his Uncle ordered them all to pack the essentials and pile in the car; he wouldn't even let his Aunt talk him into thinking his idea over.
After piling in the car, they spent the whole day driving in random directions, and the whole time Vernon kept mumbling under his breath like a deranged mind. Harry was afraid that his Uncle may have had a nervous breakdown due to stress, but he wisely kept that to himself, he didn't want to end up abandoned on the side of the road.
After hours of driving, his Uncle stopped on a seaside village when it started getting dark and left them in the car to go talk with a man. He got back after a while and told them to get down and to follow him to a small, rickety boat that seemed a good breeze away from falling apart.
Harry, his Aunt and Dudley stood around looking at each other and trying to find a way to tell the deranged man that there was no way in bloody hell that they would put foot in the boat. Before they could think of any way to breach the subject, Vernon looked at them ad barked "Well what are you waiting for? We don't have all the bloody night to stand here and keep staring at the sea. Now get in!"
After a couple more seconds of hesitation, they all got in the boat, more afraid of Vernon's temper than of the state of the boat.
With a bit more struggle, Vernon as able to ferry them from the shore to a small rocky island where they got out of the boat and climbed to a small, dilapidated shack.
Looking around, Vernon put down a shopping bag that he had in his arms and looked at the interior of the sorry excuse of a shack that they found themselves in. turning to face Petunia with a smug look on his face Vernon said " See Pet, we will be safe here. There is no bloody way that the freaks would find us here, so all we have to do is stay a couple of days in here until they get bored from looking for us and we could get back to our normal lives. Think of it like a small holiday away from Privet Drive."
Not sure of how she should react, all Petunia did was force a smile on her face and nod in ascent.
It didn't take them long afterwards to decide to get to sleep; they were all tired after the long day. Petunia and Vernon took the only bedroom that the shack had while Dudley was given the lumpy couch that was the sole furnishing present in the main room of the shack.
Harry had to sleep on the dusty floor, but to be honest he wasn't that surprised; he was used to being treated like dirt from his family.
After a while, the Dursley family had succumbed to sleep, so Harry was free to draw himself a birthday cake with eleven candles on the dusty floor without fear of being ridiculed by his cousin.
When the clock stroke twelve, Harry blew the candles and whispered to himself "Happy Birthday Harry."
Just as he was closing his eyes to go to sleep, there was this terrible noise, like a canon being shot and the door of the cabin shook ominously.