The next day, Mrs. Dursley went to the market for some more dog food for Dudley. Well, obviously not dog food, she went to buy groceries. She left me in charge of her 'Dudley Diddy Duddydums' and 'the other one', telling me what foods to give to both of them. Dudley got the whole fridge while Harry got a shred of cheese and an apple. I was truly disgusted by this, but I didn't say anything, because it would fire me, ruining my chance of protecting Harry. So, I just agreed. But when Mrs. Dursley disappeared around the corner, I made 6 sandwiches and gave 3 of them to Harry and 3 of them to Dudley. Dudley looked deeply disgusted while Harry looked as if I had handed him a plate full of gold. Harry ate all of his food in 10 seconds flat while Dudley glared at him, not touching a bite.
"Are you not eating that?" Harry asked Dudley politely. Dudley grabbed all three sandwiches in his enormous hands, and wolfed them down, still glaring at Harry. I turned on the T.V. and put a cartoon on for the both of them to watch. Harry sat on the floor while Dudley sat on the big, fluffy couch.
"Harry, don't you want to sit on the couch?" I asked and he looked up at me incredibly, and said, "The couch? You mean the one Dudley's sitting on?" His voice was sweeter than honey.
"Is there another couch?" I asked and Harry smiled. I beckoned him to sit, and he got up and sat down on the couch in a way as if it were his first time. Dudley was looking amazed and kept looking at me and Harry over and over again.
I just stood behind the couch, watching the Muggle television. The things Muggles come up with, honestly...
Finally, Mrs. Dursley came home and put the groceries away, and Dudley thundered after his mother, into the kitchen. From there I could hear his unpleasant voice complaining, "Mummy! Mummy! That older girl gave Harry 3 sandwiches and gave me 3 sandwiches as well! And she let Harry sit on the couch, next to me!"
I heard something drop in the kitchen, presumably something wooden, and then Mrs. Dursley was storming into the living room, strikingly resembling a very angry giraffe with a blonde baby hippo following, grinning nastily.
"Angel! What did I tell you about food proportions? And why is that thing sitting on the couch?" Mrs. Dursley shouted at me.
"That thing happens to be a living, breathing boy, Mrs. Dursley, it needs food." I said.
"That boy is a nuisance and you need to accept it if you want to continue working here!"
I considered it and I realized that I had to agree. For Harry's safety and well being, of course.
"I understand."
Mrs. Dursley looked at me with a glare like poisoned honey. "That's what I thought. Now we need to talk about your sleeping accommodations. Dudley has an extra bedroom that you can use, I think." Immediately Dudley began to protest. He waved his fat hands in the air and yelled at his mummy that he really needed that room. I couldn't see why a boy would need two rooms. But Mrs. Dursley talked sweetly to her son and bribed him with a candy, and he finally stopped whining.
I went into an uneasy sleep. The way these people treated Harry, it was borderline child cruelty. I wouldn't stand for it. Things would get better for that boy, I vowed to myself. And it would start tonight.
A few hours later, I woke up bolt upright and remembered my dream. It was about my dad, my evil, backwards dad. He had betrayed me this time, like he did his friends. I was living with their son. And he was being practically starved.
I threw off the thin covers of my creaky mattress and padded softly on the wooden floor. I looked around my room. There was a loose floorboard where I could hide food under. I went downstairs to the kitchen, walking as softly as I could. I wasn't going to give up magic, and I used it here, making sure my feet didn't make any sounds going down the stairs.
I opened the door to the refrigerator and looked inside. Was there anything stable for Harry to eat in here? A sandwich. All that boy needed was a sandwich. And a little fruit wouldn't hurt. I got out the grapes that Mrs. Dursley had gotten and put them on a plate. Then I put together two sandwiches, one which I would save for later, and the other for now.
I wondered where they might have him sleep. Not in the guest bedroom. Not in any of the closets. Then I heard a soft bam from the stairs and then a soft "Ow!" I went over to the cupboard under the stairs and knocked lightly on the door. "Harry? Are you in there?"
"Yes." Came the muffled whimper from inside the cupboard. I unlocked the hatch and opened the door to reveal an Itty bitty little space, in which Harry was sitting.
"Oh my goodness! This is… How can you stand for it? Those Muggles-" I covered my mouth. I had let something slip.
"Whats a Muggle?" Asked Harry sweetly, in a voice that was hard to resist telling him everything.
"Nothing, love. That's how we talk at home. A muggle is someone who is just… well, different. Not like you and me." I handed him the sandwich and he looked at me like I was a real angel, sent down by God to protect him with this marvelous sandwich.
"Thank you, I'll-well-You-wow." He proceeded to eat the sandwich in as little time as it tool me to blink.
"You could win an eating contest, kid. But those people treat you like vermin. I'm here for you though. If you need anything, just tell me."
He looked at me, his green eyes full of sadness. "Is it going to get better? When I was younger, I would dream about distant relatives coming to take me away. But that's never going to happen. I just want to know if it's ever gonna get better." I teared up, thinking about this poor boy.
I looked this at starved, mistreated boy in the eyes and said "Yes. It's going to get better. For every star in the sky, there is an amazing meal on your plate. For every blade of grass, there is a night in a warm bed. For every wand out there, there is a wizard by your side." He looked confused.
"I don't understand." He said. "But how? Magic doesn't exist."
"Said who?"
"Aunt Petunia said."
"She doesn't seem like the woman to believe. Do you know how your parents died?"
"In a car crash."
"They died protecting you." He looked awestruck. I didn't know what to say to that innocent face. He didn't believe me, I could tell.
"Did they love me?"
"So much, Harry, so, so, much."
"Did you know them?"
"As a matter of fact I did." I layed down next to him on the bed.
"What were they like?"
"Magical in every way." We lay in silence for a while, until Harry fell asleep and I went up stairs to my room and hid the sandwich under the floorboards. I also wrote a note, and put it in a box. I took out my wand from it's special box and carved H.J.P. onto it. A time capsule to Harry. I went back to bed with a little more reassurance that I could improve this boy's life.