Previously in the last chapter:

Aunt Petunia looked at Katie and said, "What happened to Katie? BOY, TELL ME." She was screeching and I bet that my eardrums were broken and the ghosts that were in the neighborhood could hear her.

Back to the story:

"I don't know what happened to her. She just fainted and I saw a sort of deep cut in her head." I said. I hope that they believe me. As always, they didn't.

Aunt Petunia narrowed her eyes at me. "Are you sure? You don't sound convincing." Yup, she didn't believe me.

"I'm positive." I said, my voice was raising slightly.

"Bring her to the living room, brat." She said as she turned and she walked up to the door and opened it and went to the living room. I think she gave the keys to Dudley to unlock the house. I bet he spent a long time finding which key it was for the house. I followed her and was about to lay Katie on the sofa until Dudley nearly knocked me over and jumped (I didn't know he could jump—I thought he was too fat) and sat on the couch. He took up the entire couch.

"Diddykums, can you move? Katie might die anytime sooner or later." She tried to sound sad and serious with a sweet voice (is that even possible). She swatted her hand at Dudley and Dudley moved, grunting. Aunt Petunia left the room and I laid Katie on the couch with her sitting.

"Harry, I bet you were the one who injured Katie." Dudley said, smirking. Is he trying to make me get into more trouble? Uncle Vernon was still outside, cleaning the car's interior stuff. Aunt Petunia came back with some bandages. She carefully wrapped the bandage around her head and it looked like she had a helmet on her head.

I heard the door slam and Uncle Vernon was standing in the same foyer. I looked at him and he looked mad. Uh oh...that can't be good.

I looked at Uncle Vernon and he picked me up by the collar and dragged me over to the cupboard. "No…NO MEALS FOR YOU BOY. IT'S YOUR FAULT THAT KAT IS INJURED AND YOU VANISHED THE GLASS." Uncle Vernon yelled at the top of his lungs.

"BUT IT WASN'T—" I tried to shout back until he locked the door. There was a little switch thing that you could slide and you can look through the small window. Uncle Vernon's beady little eyes looked at me.

"You. You did it all. Oh and a word, motorcycles don't fly." Uncle Vernon said. I sighed and sat on my make-shift bed. I laid myself on the bed and closed my eyes as I drifted off to sleep.

Kathryn's Point of View:

I couldn't see anything. My eyes were like glued shut. I forced my eyes to open and I groaned. My vision was extremely blurry and I tried to adjust my vision. I looked to my left and I saw Uncle Vernon drinking some brandy and Aunt Petunia was coaxing him. I think Dudley was upstairs.

"What happened?" I said, groaning slightly. I have no idea what happened. I looked at the mirror above the couch and saw that my head has been…mummified. It kinda looks cool…But what happened?

"You have a cut in your head." Aunt Petunia answered. She gave me a bottle of water. I thanked her quietly. I wasn't in the mood to be mad at them. They kinda did save my life. I guess.

"Where's Harry? Is he injured?" I was worried about Harry. What if he was injured? What if he's about to die? What if he was dead—?