Harriet Dursley

chapter1:

"I'm going away for a few days. I'm taking Ripper but mind you look after the rest properly!"

¡°Yes, I will."

"And mind you clear up after yourself. As I don't want to have to be cleaning your mess."

¡°Yes, okay."

Harriet was not really listening. It was a few weeks into the summer holidays and Marge was visiting her brother Vernon Dursley and his wife and son Dudley. Harriet had never met any of them and she didn't want to either, as they were probably as horrible as Marge or her 'mother' wouldn't go and visit then.

The door slammed. She was alone in the house with 13 bulldogs.

The door banged, and Margery Dursley stormed into the house followed by the old bad tempered bulldog, Ripper.

She stormed into the kitchen - to find a mess. All the washing lay in a dirty heap by the sink. Dust was starting to accumulate on the breakfast things that obviously hadn't been touched for days.

Marge seemed to swell as she pulled herself to her full height and screamed:

"Oi, you come hear this instance! How dare you!… you!"

Marge's voice seemed to die into splutters of rage but there was no reply only an explosive amount of barking which seemed to come from the back of the house. As Marge opened the door to the dining room, she found herself put upon by bulldogs all, as it seemed, in a murderous temper and incredibly hungry.

How dare that stupid girl leave the house in this mess? And how dare she not feed my precious bulldogs? and muttering curses under her breath about what she would do when she finally did find Harriet, Marge looked around the room. From the filthy carpet, to the ruined furniture and then to the corner of the room were a there was what looked like a heap of dirty blood stained clothes. As Marge drew nearer however she found it was Harriet lying on her back and covered in blood. Marge stared. What was going on? Why couldn't she even leave this stupid girl to look after herself for a few weeks as she went away? Then her small piggy eyes fell on a small something that looked like parchment but couldn't be. She bent down to pick it up and trying to ignore the small amounts of blood she began to read:

HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sore., Chf. Warlock,

Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. Of Wizards)

Dear Miss Dursley,

We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later that the 31 July.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress