Chapter three- The Letter
They left me alone for a while, while they presumably doted on Dudley's every needs.
Outside an owl flies by the house and drops a letter, which zooms in the letterbox. It lands away from the house and hoots.
Just before we have lunch I go to collect the mail. I sort through the letters so I know who to give them to. As I got to the last letter I saw it addressed to me! I couldn't believe it, nobody writes to me. The envelope was a faded cream colour with my exact address written in green ink. They somehow new I lived in the cupboard under the stairs. Were they watching the house or something? I go through the kitchen to the dining table and hand Uncle Vernon the rest of the mail as it was all addressed to him. Mine read 'Miss R. Potter, The Cupboard under the Stairs, Little Whinging, Surrey'. I turned my envelope over to see it had a red wax seal on the back.
As I was about to open it I heard Uncle Vernon say, "Ah, Marge is ill. Ate a funny whelk."
I don't notice Dudley noticing my letter and get up to run but I do notice as he grabs it off me to bring to his dad. "Dad, look! Reyna's got a letter!"
He can't do that. "Hey, give it back! It's mine!"
Uncle Vernon laughed, disbelieving, "yours? Who'd be writing to you?"
Uncle Vernon, Dudley and Aunt Petunia gather to look at the address before Uncle Vernon turned it over to see the broken seal, as I had just started to open it. The family slowly look up at me warily and angrily in Uncle Vernon's case. I gulp nervously, notably, knowing they weren't going to let me read the letter but I didn't know why. Well, they hardly ever let me have anything of my own that's for sure.
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Later on in the afternoon another owl flies by with a letter for Reyna and drops it off.
Inside the house Uncle Vernon stands by the door and grabs a handful of letters that have been posted and rips them to shreds.
A few minutes later in my closet of a room I hear a whirring noise while I'm playing with my toy plastic soldiers as I was bored. I open the door slowly and peek out to see Uncle Vernon by the door drilling blocks of wood over the letterbox. "No more mail through this letterbox," Uncle Vernon growled under his breath. Why do I have the feeling that what he is doing isn't going to work.
The next morning Vernon and Petunia are outside, Vernon getting ready to go to work. "Have a lovely day at the office, dear." As Petunia kisses his cheek she notices the strange sight of a couple of owls sitting on the roof of Vernon's car.
Vernon notices them as well, "Shoo!" he waved his arm in a shooing motion, trying to get them away from his car. "Go on!"
Petunia looks down and notices those same letters that were addressed to Reyna, she catches Vernon's attention and the both stare unhappily at them.
Inside the house after dinner Vernon is kneeling in front of the fire and is tossing more letters for Reyna into the fireplace. I come around the corner and watch him sadly do it. Why won't they let me read my letter? I never get any mail. I've got no friend whatsoever. Vernon turns around and notices me watching. He grins evilly at me and tosses more in, I watch them burn.
It's now been another week since we first started getting nonstop letters for me. In the living room the Dursley's are sat down while I'm serving them cookies, having already given those cups of tea. Uncle Vernon was sitting on an armchair while Aunt Petunia and Dudley were sitting in the sofa together.
As I was giving Dudley yet another cookie Vernon spoke, "Fine day Sunday. In my opinion, best day of the week. Why is that, Dudley?" he asked his son. Why would he do that? Dudley is a dumb animal. He won't know so I decided to answer him instead as I offered a cookie to him.
"Because there's no post on Sunday?" Pretty sure that was the right answer but it could have been something else, unlikely though.
"Ah, right you are, Reyna. No post on Sunday. Hah! No blasted letters today. No, sir."
I notice a small shadow pass by the window. The curtains were drawn so I couldn't see what it was. I looked outside the window and noticed that it was an owl that flew past. In fact millions of owls are perched around number 4 Privet Drive. "No sir, not one blasted miserable..."
He was interrupted by a whooshing noise. I turned to see a letter shoot out of the fireplace and zips across the room nearly scraping Uncle Vernon's face. There is a rumbling sound and then millions of letters come shooting out of the fireplace.
I could hardly believe my eyes. Is this really happening? This is my lucky day.
"Ahh! Make it stop! Please make it stop!" Dudley's such a coward. He's afraid of letters. He jumps on Aunt Petunia's lap.
The family all start screaming while I look around happily at my letters. They must be very important if there's this many of them and there trying to sell me them this badly.
"Go away, Ahh!" Uncle Vernon tries swatting away a few letters flying around near him.
"What is it? Please tell me what's happening!" Aunt Petunia asked nobody in particular.
I decide to finally think about catching a letter and jump on the coffee table to try and grab a letter. I'm having a lot of fun just doing this. I grab one and check to make sure that these letters are for me as well then I run to my bedroom quickly otherwise Uncle Vernon will take away my letter again. Behind me I saw Uncle Vernon jump up and try to grab me.
"Give me that! Give me that letter!" he shouts, rushing after me while trying to take cover of the letters that were still pouring into the room.
I manage to get to my cupboard but before I can get in there Uncle Vernon grabs me.
"Get off! Ahh!" Then a torrent of letters came in and broke through the wooden boards nailed to the letter box. Most of them hitting us.
"They're my letters! Let go of me!" I'm still trying to get away from him as he sits on a chair in the hall, bringing me with him so I can't escape.
"That's it! We're going away! Far away! Where they can't find us!"
"Daddy's gone mad, hasn't he?!" I heard Dudley ask his mother. He went mad a long time ago Dudley, as well as the rest of your horrid family.