I love reviews, thank you all for sending them. Well, here is my next chapter. I know it took longer to make this chapter than it usual does, but my sister had a lot of working to do. But anyway, here is chapter 4. Enjoy it.

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Chapter 4: A letter.

Since Dudley's birthday Harry had spent a lot of painful nights. The reason: His uncle Hernun had removed his old tablecloth from the tent. Harry knew it wasn't his fault. He hadn't even touched the glass. But, well, it's hard to make that clear to the father of someone who's IQ-rating equals that of an extremely dull-witted, dead behind of an extremely dumb and slow to understand poodle (A/N: Again, no offense against poodles).

Two weeks before Harry's birthday, something weird happened. "Go get the mail, you ugly little twerp." Uncle Hernun demanded.

Nobody responded. "I said," he tried again, "Get the mail, you ugly little twerp."

This time, Dudley responded. "But I don't want to. Make Harry get it."

Hernun was now pretty red in the face, breathing fast and loud, because nobody understood him. "That's… what… I … SAID!"

Harry raised his head. "Where you talking to me?" He asked.

This was too much for the fat man. "Whiouahaarrrrrrrrrrghiungeant-rghaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" (A/N: I hope that looks like a battlecry.)

He jumped over the table. (looked something like this in slow motion: Step 1, he starts to get up. Step 2, he continues to get up. Step 3, He fin… (A/N: Okay, enough of this crap.) Uncle Hernun tries to jump over the table and grab Harry and that's it). Harry, who was too fast for him, thanks to a lot of training with Dudley, stepped aside.

Hernun screamed, "Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooo," and tried to brake in midair, which he couldn't. He ended up with his left leg in the garbage bin, his head in the backyard, torso in the fridge, right leg in the entrance hall and both arms where they should be (A/N: Don't ask me how he did it). Harry had sped to the doormat, where the mail lay, to avoid a beating bigger than the one he was already sure to get.

There were four letters. One for Dudley, two for Hernun and one for… him. Harry looked at it. He had never had a letter before in his entire life. At that moment a very angry uncle came walking towards him. When he saw that Harry had a letter, he charged again.

"Whouiaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaheiungdaarggghhhhhhhhhhh." (Another battlecry) Harry avoided a collision by jumping matrix-style through the crack under the door. Outside he was confronted again, by his broad cousin. She wore a ninja-mask and Barbie-sized clothing (A/N: She didn't go on a diet. Talking about tight corsets). She charged at him as well, throwing barbies at him while doing so. Harry needed to run, but he could only go back, where his uncle stood, or…

Harry jumped sideways, heading for the hose pipe, dodging barbies along the way. His uncle rushed after him, wanting the letter for some unknown reason. Harry finally reached the hosepipe. He started climbing, but his uncle climbed after him. Then the hose pipe broke, under the weight of both Harry and Hernun (A/N: Especially Hernun's) and Harry fell, clutching his letter tightly, not wanting to land, waiting for the inevitable crash… which never came. Harry looked around and saw he was floating in midair, heading for his tent. Then he was standing on the roof. He started opening his letter when suddenly… a black hand, stained red with blood (A/N: For all not intelligent readers, I know my reviewers are not among them, that means one half of the hand is black and the other is red) was clutching the roof edge. Then there was another hand, and another, and another. Then came the heads, two of them.

Hmmmmm,chapter is not as good as the others. At least, that's what I think. But don't worry, I'll make up for it in the next chapter. I hope you all enjoyed it and that you are going to review it for me.