WARNING! THERE IS A BEATING IN THIS CHAPTER. NOW IS THE TIME TO TURN BACK.
As soon as they walked into the door Dudley took one look at Uncle Vernon then shot a fearful look at Camille before running upstairs, Aunt Petunia ran to her bedroom and Camille backed herself up until she reached her cupboard, but not before Vernon thundered dangerously
"AND WHERE, DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING?" she whimpered as he dragged her by the pony tail into the middle of the room.
~~WARNING! THIS IS A BEATING!~~
Then the beating started, she thrashed and screamed as he punched, kicked, and stomped on her small form curled in a ball on the ground. Then the next thing she knew he had picked her off the ground and she was laying with her belly on the chair and Vernon was pulling his belt off. He then pulled down her pants and started whipping her bottom with the metal of the belt with all his strength. She screamed and cried and sobbed and after about a half hour of this he threw her to the ground, kicked her hard in the ribs, then threw her into her cupboard.
~~END BEATING~~
As she woke up Camille realized that she must've passed out after her beating, she found that she was on the floor of her cupboard and stood up weakly, almost crying out in pain before collapsing onto her cot and closing her eyes.
What did I ever do to deserve this nightmare? Why couldn't I have just died with mummy and daddy?
"Maybe I'll be with you soon…" she mumbled before falling asleep again.
When Camille was finally let out, the soreness was almost gone. The summer had started and school was out, so she didn't have to worry about being bullied until the end of summer.
Currently, Dudley was wearing his new uniform for the school he was going to next year and Camille was really trying her hardest not to laugh. It was the most ridiculous outfit she'd ever seen! And that was saying something! (A/N I can't remember how it looked, soooo use your imagination!)
"Oh, my little Dudders is growing up so fast!" Aunt Petunia was near tears and so was Camille as she tried to hold in her laughs, but one thought of her beating subdued the laughs and a somber look came to her face as she calmed down.
They all sat down after she set the food on the table and she ate quietly. Uncle Vernon suddenly spoke up and she tensed up at his voice.
"Dudley go get the mail" her shoulders dropped in shock at the Vermin asking his precious little boy to do something.
"Make Camille get it!" he whined and she fought the impulse to roll her eyes.
"Get the mail, girl" Camille got up obediently and walked out of the room, letting out the breath she didn't know she had been holding and bent down to grab the letters looking through them.
Aunt Marge, Veronica, electric bill, some other bills, a letter for Camille, pay check- wait… a letter for Camille? she looked at the letter carefully, inspecting it. The envelope was make of a yellowed, thick parchment paper and was closed with a beautiful wax seal, it was red, green, yellow, and blue with a lion, serpent, badger, and an eagle. It also had a beautifully scripted H in the middle. It was addressed to a Miss. C.L. Potter, Number 4 Privet Dr., The Cupboard Under The Stairs. In the same wonderful script as the H but in a pretty emerald color, like her eyes.
"What are you doing girl? Checking the mail for bombs or something?" he chuckled at his joke and she looked up panicked, and grabbed all the letters, putting hers tucked into the waist of her jeans and draping her baggy shirt over it. Deeming it acceptable, she walked back in and handed the mail to Uncle Vernon.
After finishing her breakfast, Aunt Petunia ordered her to go to her cupboard until she was called to make lunch.
As soon as she heard the lock click, she pulled out the letter and read it.
"No way!" she exclaimed quietly as she finished reading this would explain so many things… like how my hair changes! And how the glass vanished! "But what do they mean 'we await your owl'? what is that supposed to mean? Oh! That must be how magic people send letters! I've heard of messenger birds before!"
I should probably write up a reply… but I've no paper or a pen!
So she just sat a while, staring at the paper, a sadness overtaking her. Now she would never leave her horrid home! The Dursleys would know if she took a pen and paper…
Suddenly, as if her prayers were being answered, a single piece of paper appeared along with a ballpoint pen, she gasped and smiled widely at what had happened. I could get used to this…
Then she began to write.
Dear Headmaster Dumbledore,
Hello, my name is Camille Lily Potter and I got the acceptance letter you sent me, I would love to come to your school! Could you please send someone to come get me and help me get my supplies though? You see, my relatives don't know about my letter, and I don't want them to, they'll never let me come! Please, you have to help me sir, I hate it here! They hate me, you know. They hate me so much! I just want to come to your school so I can belong somewhere…. So please help Sir!
Love,
Camille Lily Potter
"That should do it! Oh no! I don't have an owl to send it!" Camille then slumped down on her bed, and she felt a familiar sting behind her eyes but shut them tight, refusing the tears a release. "I'll find a way to do this," she told herself with a hint of hope, "I will!"
She then kissed both her pictures and grabbed her stuffed animals
"I'll make you proud mummy and daddy, I promise…" her eyes closed as she waited for the rapping of her Aunts knuckles on the door, and one lone tear escaped her bottomless sea green eyes.
About a week passed and her birthday came as a shock to Camille, she had forgotten that her birthday was coming and she was now on edge, just waiting for her Uncle to come to get her.
When he finally did, Camille almost screamed in fright as he walked up to her.
"Alright girl, since I have to go to an important meeting today your beating will be brief. You get 12 kicks. 11 for your age and one extra to grow on" he smiled wickedly and she nodded obediently, dropping to the floor in a fetal position as he began kicking, telling her what a freak she was and that she didn't belong anywhere. She just held her tongue and detached herself as much as she could, and then it was over.
"We've contacted the cat lady and told her you were coming over today so walk to her house and don't come home until nine, got it?" He snapped at her and she nodded.
"Yes sir" those were the first words she had spoken to him since her beating on Dudley's birthday, she noted as she walked out the door.
She walked down the street with her hands in her pockets, feeling the letter she had written weighing her down like someone had put a barbell in her pocket. She had carried the letter around every day, in case of a chance to send it. She lost hope a little more every day.
As Camille arrived at Mrs. Figg's house she smiled, her day had become slightly happy now, she thought as she knocked on the door.
The first thing that happened as the door opened was a little ball of black and white fur shooting at her legs. She giggled and picked up the kitten.
"'Ello Nox! How are you? Did you miss me kitten?" she cooed as Nox purred, snuggling deeper into her arms while being scratched behind the ear
"Hello, dear! I swear that cat loves you more than anyone, the spunky little thing" Mrs. Figg came into view and Camille smiled, putting the cat down, and moved to hug the older woman.
"Hello, Mrs. Figg! I've missed visiting you!"
"I missed your visits too,"
A couple hours, and a slice of cake later, it was almost time to leave for her walk home when she heard a soft hoot.
"Mrs. Figg, was that an owl?" she asked, suddenly reminded of her letter, a bit of hope returning to her.
Mrs. Figg didn't answer her question but asked one.
"Camille," she asked with a knowing smile, "Have you gotten your letter yet?"
Then, a wide, toothy smile played across her lips as she pulled a folded piece of paper from her pocket.
A/N Hope you liked it! Sorry if the beatings offended you, if they did, I didn't mean for you to be offended.
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