Margo sat in her room that evening, fiddling with her camera. She felt bad for her brother, not Dudley, but Harry. He was under going punishment for the events that had taken place at the zoo, even though there was no way he had removed the glass. Right? There had to be some sort of scientific explanation. Deep down she knew something was up, but she didn't want to admit it.

She cared for Harry, a lot, it was probably unhealthy. It hurt that she wasn't able to see him as much as she wanted to, but they wrote each other, and that was all they could hope for. They had been best friends since forever and she didn't know what she'd do without him. Her bedroom door suddenly opened, slamming against the wall and Dudley barged in, a glare on his face.

Oh boy. She thought.

"Why is Piers scared of you, freak?"

Margo hid her camera underneath her pillow, she knew Dudley would destroy it if it was in plain sight. She shrugged her shoulders, feigning ignorance. "I have no idea. Why don't you ask him?"
"He doesn't want to come over anymore, he said you did somethin' to him." His face was red, she knew he was angry. There was a part of Margo who actually enjoyed egging her brother; despite the fact that she knew the next day him and his friends would beat her up. That was always a hassle when coming home, but she was usually able to cover up the bruises, except for the black eyes; for those, she would make up an excuse about tripping and falling someplace or other. It wasn't that big of a deal she was used to it. Sh e tried not to feel too bad for herself, after all, Harry had it much worse.

"Well, I don't know why he would be scared." She shrugged, "Can you please leave my room?"

Dudley stared at her for a moment, and she almost thought he was going to hit her; but he stormed out of the room, the door closing just as it had when he had first come into the room. She stood still, staring at the door. For some reason, she felt extremely uneasy. She didn't even know why he was scared. She hadn't actually done that to Piers though, had she? She didn't even have enough body strength to throw another person across a room.

Margo shook her head and turned back to her bed and laid down. She was too tired for this. Harry hadn't been able to come out of the cupboard until his and Dudley's summer holidays had begun. Margo had begged her parents to let him out, she knew the way her parents treated Harry was horrible, and she didn't like it at all.

During the summer holidays, Margo took a few classes around town. Mostly art classes. The summers at home were mostly uneventful, so she tried to stay away from home. Her parents didn't really mind in the first place, they didn't care for as much as they care for their precious Diddykins. She payed for her classes using money that she earned tending Mrs. Figgs' garden, and birthday money. It was only a plus that the teachers liked her and gave her a discount.
Margo also liked to take Harry with her to a few classes and they would do something afterward, like go to the park or play in the small foresty area near the park. It was on this particular day however, when Margo had not been able to bring Harry, that things began to happen that can only be described as odd.
It was a Thursday which meant that she had her acrylics class. It was her favorite, and she always made a point to stay as long as possible, cleaning things up for Miss. Welch, and sorting papers. She arrived home much later than usual, so late that the postman was almost to the number 12. Margo smiled to herself;she had come home the latest she ever had. A foul stench entered her nose as soon as she opened the front door.
She set her bag on the floor as she leaned down to take off her shoes, as they were covered in paint and she didn't want to risk damaging her mother's wood floors. The mail fell through the slot and she heard her brother and Harry's voices from the living room, before seeing Harry hurry into the hall.
"Hey, Margo. " He greeted," How was your class?"
Margo smiled, and looked up from untying the knot in her laces, "Same as usual." Margo looked down at the mail on the mat. There wasn't very much."Not much mail today is there."
Harry picked up the mail and looked at the three envelopes and the postcard, that looked like it was from Aunt Marge, her namesake. Nothing she would be very interested in Margo decided, and returned to her laces.
"There's letters.." Harry remarked, "for both of us." She finally gave up and yanked her shoe off. She stood up and looked at the mail in Harry's hands.
"No way." She was about to take the letter wither name on it when she heard her father's gruff voice from the other room. Harry handed her the letter and they quickly made their way living room.
Margo examined the envelope, her eyes scanning over it curiously. The only letter she had ever gotten at home was the acceptance letter for school, and now she had an actual letter. There wasn't even a doubt it was for her. It was there. Clear as day! Right down to her bedroom.

Miss. M. Dursley

Second Bedroom to the Right

4 Privet Drive

Little Whinging,

Surrey

How odd, she thought. Not even a return address.
The envelope was thick and heavy which meant maybe it was another school application, but no school would address a letter like that. It was written in a shiny emerald ink, and there wasn't even a stamp! How could it be from a school?
The back of the envelope only had a wax seal on it displaying a beautiful coat of arms that Margo wanted to draw immediately. She leaned against the kitchen counter and began to open it while her father opened the other mail. There were two pieces of paper inside and Margo began to read the first.

Hogwarts School Of-

She didn't even get to finish reading before it was snatched out of her hands by her horror-stricken mother. She looked as if she was about to faint, but the only thing Margo could think of was "Hogwarts". What kind of school name even is that? She needed to find out.
"Can I please have my letter back, Mum?" She asked, but her mother didn't pay any attention. Margo turned to ask her father what was wrong, but only then did she notice it was dead silent. Her parents were just staring at each other, almost as if someone had died.
Margo was slightly annoyed, she wanted answers. "Mum? Dad?"
"I WANT TO READ THE LETTER!" Dudley shrieked. She glared at her brother.
"I want to read the letter," Harry stated. "As it's mine." Harry seemed frustrated and she certainly knew how she felt. Margo was the type of person that if they did not know the whole story, then they needed to find out, no matter what. It would absolutely eat her up if she didn't"
Dad glared at them all before coarsely ordering them all out of the room.
No one moved.
"I WANT MY LETTER." Harry shouted causing Margo to jump. It was very rarely that Harry raised his voice, he was usually very quiet. She was bit frustrated herself, but more curious and annoyed than anything else.
"GET OUT!" Vernon grabbed the boys' shoulders and dragged them into the hall with me following, locking the door immediately afterwards. Harry and Dudley begin silently fighting over who got to listen through the keyhole. Margo rolled her eyes and walked to the other door to the hallway. She could hear her parents' hushed talking perfectly.

"How do they know where he sleeps? Are they spying on us?" Who? Margo thought. She had the feeling that her parents were being a bit dramatic over something that was probably that big of a deal.
She heard shuffling and then her father's panicked muttering, "Watching- Spying- Might be following us too."
"What do we do, Vernon? Do we write back saying-" Her mother sounded close to
tears
"No! We said years ago that we would have stamped out this dangerous nonsense?"
"But Margo-" Margo backed away from the door. She didn't know what was going on, but her parents were scared. That meant something bad right? She turned around at fled up the stair to her bedroom, her heart beating fast. What did they mean by dangerous? She closed her bedroom door and leaned up against it. Was she dangerous? She didn't think she was at least. Hundreds of conclusions flew through her mind.

8~8

The next week had been, interesting to say the least. Margo had spent most of the time in her bedroom. Her parents kept looking at her as if she would burst into flames. It was quite unnerving, so she worked as hard as possible to avoid them. Her mum and dad had moved Harry up to the spare room, it was great though, honestly. At least he didn't have to live in that cupboard anymore, which she had never agreed with. Over the course of the week, hundreds of letters had arrived for the two of them. She had feared her father was going mad. He had boarded up the entire front and back doors, as letters were somehow getting stuffed between the cracks. They kept appearing out of nowhere. she had never seen anything like it.

Her fear was further deepened by the fact that her father was currently sitting across the table from her, looking slightly crazed. She was worried.

She had basically given up trying to get the letters. She knew she wouldn't succeed in getting one as her dad would destroy it as soon as it was in sight. She had spent long hours in her room, drawing and thinking up ideas of who was trying to get a hold of them so badly. And why they hadn't used the phone. Her favorite theory was that it was a magic school coming to take them away. That would be positively amazing. It reminded her of the books she liked reading, the fantasy ones that her parents hated her reading. She had come to the conclusion long ago that they didn't like her reading about magic.

"No post on Sundays," Vernon laughed, his face screwing up into an expression that one could only describe as utter delight. Margo looked down at her toast, to be honest, he was starting to scare her. "No damn letters today-"

There was a loud thump, causing Margo to whip her head up. Dozens of letter began flying out of the chimney. What in the world? Her family all ducked, but she walked forward, dodging Harry who was trying to catch one out of the air. She rolled her eyes and kneeled down, picking one up that said her name.

Margo grinned excitedly as she opened the letter. She was finally going to find out what was going on! Margo's success was short lived though, as her father had knocked the letter out of her hands and dragged her out of the room by the middle. "No! She shrieked, let go of me!" She kicked around, but her father's grip was too strong. He dropped her in the hallway, causing her to land on her back rather painfully.

The door was slammed shut and her father looked absolutely furious, his face red, and eyes bulging from his sockets. He was pulling bits of his mustache out, "That does it! I want you all back here in five minutes ready to leave. We're going away. No arguments!"

"No! I want to know who wants to get ahold of us so easily!" Margo argued. She didn't care if he got angry. He grabbed her arm tightly and pulled her towards him.

Everyone was scared of him, but she wasn't. She needed to know, she wouldn't be able to function properly until she did. "Now, Margaret."

She didn't flinch when he got close to her, she was terrified out of her mind, but she repeated herself. "No." Everyone had left to go pack so it was just her and her father in the hall.

She felt the impact before she realized what had happened. He had slapped her, causing her head to turn to the side. She didn't move, shocked. He hadn't done that in years. "Go, Margaret."

So she did. Tears were threatening to spill but she held them in and ran up the stairs. She felt like she couldn't breathe. The last time he had struck her was when she was home for Christmas break when she was 8 and her mother walked in. She had heard them arguing when they thought everyone was asleep a few hours afterward. She loved her family, but they were so cruel and close-minded. She used to wonder what she had done wrong to deserve it, but this time she knew she deserved it. She had crossed a line and she knew it.

Stupid curiosity. She thought as she threw clothes into a duffel bag along with one of her books. It was always getting her into trouble. She adjusted the strap of her camera, the strap was digging into her neck. She then zipped up her bag and glanced at her appearance in the mirror. Her hair was slightly disheveled and her left cheek was slightly red, it wasn't very noticeable, which she was grateful for. Margo sighed and gathered her things, and made her way downstairs.

8~8

Margo said nothing the entire drive. She honestly felt drained and tired, and she was afraid. She still didn't know what was happening and she was afraid if she said anything it would give her dad an excuse to hit her again. She was afraid he had gone insane, he kept making sharp turns and muttering things under his breath. That was really the only sounds the whole drive. That and her twin's crying because he couldn't bring his electronics.

Halfway through the drive, she felt Harry grab her hand and she smiled. She relaxed slightly and squeezed his hand. She nearly forgot they were both basically going through the same thing. Margo didn't know why she never told Harry about her father. She supposed it was because he had enough to deal with usually and he would probably freak out and worry for several years. She definitely did not want that.

They stopped at nearly midnight at a dingy motel outside of a large city. Her and Harry shared a bed in a dusty room with Dudley. It was dark and the only sound in the room was Dudley's quiet snores when Harry finally whispered something. "What do you think is so bad that Uncle Vernon would react this badly?"

She turned onto her other side so she was facing Harry, pondering the question. "I don't know. And I hate not knowing. It makes me so anxious." She answered after a couple seconds. "It makes me wonder if it's something dangerous though."]

"Well, at least it's both of us." He spoke. She could barely see him in the dark, but she could see his green eyes shining in the dark.

"Yeah," she mumbled. Dudley suddenly started snoring much louder and she internally groaned. "Night, Haz."

"Night, Margo."

The next day was probably the worst. They ate stale cereal and cold tinned tomatoes for breakfast, and when they were finished when the hotel owner asked if any of us were 'Mr. H. Potter' or 'Miss. M. Dursley' because he had hundreds of letters at the front. Her father gathered them together and we kept driving. At this point, even Mrs. Dursley was put off by her husband's behavior.

Around late afternoon her father had parked on the coast and got out locking them in the car. Dudley was complaining about something, but she didn't really pay attention to it. She was drawing on her hand with a pen she had found. She had zoned out of most of what was happening an hour and a half before they had arrived.

She was brought back to reality by her father who was grinning manically, a long thin package in his hands. "Found the place! Come on! Everybody out!"

The first thing Margo noticed was how cold it was, and how her jumper was not doing very much to keep the cold out. The second thing she noticed was that her father was pointing excitedly at a large rock way out in the sea, and sat atop it was a small shack that looked to be falling apart. That's it, she thought. They were being lead around by a crazy person.

The boat was cold, if not colder. Waves were crashing angrily against the side of the boat, spraying them with sea water every few minutes. By the time that they made it to the rock, she was damp and her shoes were squishy with water.

The inside of the shack was horrible, at the very least. There was a small fireplace that was damp and empty, a small dingy couch, and from what she could see a small bedroom off to the side. Wind whistled through the gaps in the walls and Margo shivered. This whole place gave her an extremely uneasy feeling. This whole situation was making her feel uneasy. Her father had brought some food, a bag of chips and a banana for each of us and we ate them in silence.

When night finally fell, she curled up on the floor next to Harry. He had only been given a small ragged blanket so she shared hers with him too. Dudley had been given the couch, but she didn't mind. She felt much more comfortable next to Harry. She always had been. That's just how they were she guessed.

She glanced at the watch on Dudley's wrist and saw it was 10 to midnight, almost Harry's birthday. She rolled onto her stomach and poked him. He rolled over so they were both propped up on their elbows. " At least we don't have to miss our tradition." She whispered to him, she didn't need to though, the vicious sound would have been enough to mask them talking, even if they were speaking at full volume.

Harry glanced at Dudley's watch and gave a weak smile. "I'm glad. I'd have hated to break the tradition."

Margo looked at the thin coating of sand that coated the floor and began running her fingers through it, drawing. "Do you think we'll go home tomorrow?" SHe asked him, not looking up. She didn't think they would, but she needed to know that maybe they would.

Harry sighed and rested his head on his arms, "I don't know, maybe. Hopefully Uncle Vernon will have calmed down by tomorrow. It is rather odd with the letter though isn't it?"

"It is. They're treating it as if it's dangerous though. Maybe when we go home the whole house will be full." She grinned, finishing her drawing, and looking back up to Dudley's watch. 40 seconds left. "Make a wish, Harry." She had drawn a cake and candles, with 'Happy Birthday, Harry!' written on it.

Harry grinned largely, "Thanks, Margo."

They both looked at the time, waiting for the time to finally hit midnight.

3..

2..

1..

BOOM!

Margo felt the whole shack tremble, and she shot up into the sitting position. Someone was knocking, and Margo was terrified.