Abby and Harry's punishment for the glass was the longest they'd ever been on. By the time they were let out of the cupboard the summer holidays had already began. Both Harry and Abby were glad school was over but there was no escaping Dudley's gang, who came over every day. Piers, Dennis, Malcolm, and Gordon were all big and stupid, but Dudley was the biggest and stupidest of them all, he was the leader. But the other 4 were happy to join him when Dudley wanted to do his favorite thing, hunting Harry and Abby.

Now do you see why they try to spend as much time as possible out of the house? But anyway it was a sunny afternoon when they were all in the dining room waiting for dinner when they heard the mail slid through the slot.

"Get the mail Dudley". Vernon said from behind his paper.

"Make Harry and Abby get it".

"Get the mail, Harry, Abby".

"Make Dudley get it"!

"Poke them with your new Smelting stick, Dudley". Harry and Abby dodged the stick and went to go get the ruddy mail. Three things lay on the doormat, a postcard, a bill, and-a letter…..for Harry and Abby. Harry picked it up and stared at it, Abby stared over his shoulder. No one had ever, in their entire life, written to them. But this letter was to them, as it said

Mr. Harry Potter

Miss. Abby Potter

The cupboard under the stairs

4 Privet Drive

Little Whining

Surrey

Once back in the dining room both Harry and Abby couldn't help but stare at the letter.

"Dad"! Dudley said suddenly. "Dad, Harry and Abby have got something"! Before they could open it, Uncle Vernon had snatched it away.

"Hey! That's ours"! Harry yelled trying to snatch it back. Uncle Vernon ignored them and read the letter. His face went from red to green faster so fast you'd of thought he was a street light, but his face turned one more color. Ash gray white, like the color of old porridge.

"P-P-Petunia"! He gasped out. Dudley, Harry, and Abby all tried to grab the letter but Uncle Vernon held it high out of reach. Aunt Petunia took the letter and soon her face turned all the colors Uncle Vernon's had, but much faster. They stared at each other and seemed to have completely forgotten that Dudley, Harry, and Abby were in the room. Dudley, who wasn't use to being ignored, hit his father hard on the head with his Smelting stick.

"I want to read the letter". He said loudly.

"WE want to read the letter"! Harry said furiously.

"Seeing as how it's OURS"! Abby added.

"Get out, all three of you". Uncle Vernon choked out. None of them moved.

"WE WANT OUR LETTER"! Harry and Abby yelled.

"Let me see it"! Demanded Dudley.

"OUT" Uncle Vernon hollered. He grabbed Dudley and Harry by the neck of their collars as Aunt Petunia pushed a struggling Abby after them. They slammed the kitchen door behind them leaving the three confused children. Then Harry, Abby, and Dudley had a furious but silent fight over who would listen at the key hole. Dudley won, so Harry, whose glasses were dangling off his left ear, and Abby, whose nose was bleeding, lay flat on their stomachs to listen at the crack at the bottom of the door. They had no luck after Dudley slipped and fell on top of Harry and Abby who couldn't hold in their yells.

That evening Uncle Vernon managed to squeeze himself into Harry and Abby's cupboard. When he wouldn't answer any of their questions about the letter both of the Potters fell silent.

"Now, about this cupboard, your aunt and I have been thinking that you both are getting a little too big for it. So we think it might be nice if you would move into Dudley's second bedroom".

"Why". Harry and Abby asked together.

"Don't asked questions"! Uncle Vernon snapped. "Take your stuff upstairs, now". It took Harry and Abby one trip to take all of their stuff upstairs. Once up there they could hear Dudley throwing one of his worst tantrums ever.

"I don't want THEM in there…I need that room"!

Breakfast the next morning was unusually quiet, Dudley was just in plain shock. He'd screamed, whacked his father with his stick, been sick on purpose, kicked his mother, and thrown over 50 tantrums, but he still didn't have his room back. When the mail arrived, Uncle Vernon made Dudley go get it. They heard him banging things with his stick all the way done the hall.

"DAD! There's another one"!

Uncle Vernon, Harry and Abby all raced toward the front door. He wrestled Dudley to the ground which was difficult do to the fact that Harry and Abby had jumped on his back. After 10 minutes of confused fighting in which everyone got hit a lot by the Smelting Stick, Uncle Vernon straightened up with Harry and Abby's letter clutched in his hands. Harry and Abby's arms and legs were in tangled with Dudley's and all three were breathing heavily.

"You two, go to your cupboard, I mean your room". Uncle Vernon wheezed at Harry and Abby. "Dudley, go, just go".

Harry and Abby paced in their room trying to figure out how to get one of those letters. Finally around 1 in the morning, Harry came up with a plan.

Harry's plan failed. Turns out Uncle Vernon was waiting for them and already had the letters in hand. Dudley, Harry, and Abby all swore under their breaths before retreating back to their rooms.

"Back to the drawing board". Abby whispered.

On Sunday they were all eating breakfast peacefully when something whizzed down the kitchen chimney. The letter flew past the table and before Uncle Vernon could say anything around 50 letters came rushing out of the fire place. The Dursleys ducked, but Harry and Abby climbed onto the table to try and catch a few.

"OUT! OUT!"

"Uncle Vernon seized Abby around the waist first and threw her into the hall. Harry followed not much later. Aunt Petunia and Dudley came running out with their faces covered. Uncle Vernon tried to remain calm but soon the entire dining room was full of letters.

"That does it"! He yelled. "I want you all back here in five minutes ready to leave! We're going away! Far away, just pack some clothes and let's go! No arguments"! He looked so dangerous with half his mustache missing that no one dared to argue.

The storm raged more and more furiously as the night went on. Harry and Abby couldn't sleep, Harry shivered and turned toward his sister who scooted closer. The shack that Uncle Vernon had taken them to was in the middle of the ocean, damp, cold, and even a little scary. Both Abby and Harry's stomachs grumbled with hunger and they sighed. Dudley's snores were drowned out by the rolls of thunder that had begun around midnight the night before. Dudley's watch was facing Harry and Abby and was lighted by the candle in the corner. The watch told Harry and Abby that they'd be 11 soon. Even though Abby's birthday was 2 days after Harry's, they had decided to celebrate it on the same day ever since they were 7.

Five minutes left, they heard something creak outside and Abby's eyes widened. Harry wrapped an arm around her protectively and assured her the roof was not going to cave in. Three minutes left, Harry distracted Abby from the noise outside by telling her a short story. One minute to go and they'd be 11. Thirty seconds…10 seconds….. Nine... maybe they'd wake up Dudley just to annoy him….three…two….one.

BOOM!

The entire shack shook and Harry and Abby bolted up right. Someone was outside, knocking, no pounding to come in.

Sorry for taking so long to get this up but I forgot all about this story for a while, plus real life got in the way for a while.