Mysterious Letters
Chapter three
It was a few days later when Harry and I were allowed to do anything, like watch television again. We were all gathered in the kitchen for breakfast when Uncle Vernon ordered Harry to go fetch the mail. I ate quietly, not saying a word, when he came back with two large pieces of paper. He handed me one and he kept the other. What was this? Harry and I never got mail. This was very odd.
Miss H. Potter
The Cupboard under the Stairs
4, Privet Drive
Little Whinging
Surrey
On the back was an interesting stamp, if I do say so myself. A griffin was on the top of the top corner of it. Underneath was a badger. Across from the badger was a raven, and above the raven was a snake. What an odd group of animals. To make it even weirder, there was a big, red seal holding the envelope together. Who does that now-a-days? I was seconds away from revealing the secrets inside, but Dudley had other plans. He snatched the letters right from Harry and my hands. I could have gotten an envelope cut. They hurt like a mother!
"Dad, look! Harry and Haylee have gotten letters!" he waved it above Uncle Vernon's face.
"Give them back!" I shouted.
"They're ours!" Harry exclaimed.
"Yours? Who would be writing to you?" He laughed turning the paper over in his hand looking at the funny waxed seal. Uncle Vernon gave a funny expression to Aunt Petunia then averted his attention back to us. Something wasn't right. He got to his feet at once and tossed our mail into the trashcan.
"There was a mistake," he said. "Those weren't for you."
"But our names were on them," I stated. "How could they not be for us if our names were on them?"
"Mind your tongue, Girl," Uncle Vernon snapped. "Get back to your room. The both if you! I don't want to hear a peep out of either of you for the rest of the day!"
"Fine," my chair fell to the floor when I stood. "Not like there was anything to do around here anyway."
Wasn't about until midday when Harry and I heard any commotion coming from the front door. Peaking through the slightly open door, we watched Uncle Vernon rip about five more letters, made for us, grab a power drill and drilled the piece of plywood over the mail slot.
"No more mail coming through this," he snickered. With an eye roll, we closed the door and went back to doing things that would not get us into trouble. Whatever those letters were, Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon really didn't want us to see what was inside. That only made me want to get my hands on them that much more. This was going to be a fun challenge. Let the game begin!
Day after day, more and more owls, yes owls, dropped off envelopes for Harry and me. I was so close to getting one too! When Uncle Vernon was at work, I snuck outside and took one of the letters attached to the owl's foot. I looked around to make sure that no one *cough* Dudley *cough* was watching. I thought I was in the clear so I ripped the top off. There was a neatly folded parchment on the inside. I was golden, or so I thought. Dudley came bursting out of the bushes and tackled me to the ground. I was afraid I was going to suffocate! Thankfully, he got off of me with the letter in hand and charged back into the house. So close!
As soon as Uncle Vernon got home, Dudley told him about my near victory. Furious, Uncle Vernon grabbed the stash on the table and threw each one into the fireplace where each individual letter was engulfed by the flames. He gave us a sickening smile and continued his work. What was he trying to accomplish anyway? Us not being able to see what was on the inside? Was he going to send us to military school? Oh, wait he would probably want us to see that. What could have been in those gosh darn things?
I let my emotions get the best of me. I was so mad! I wanted to do something, but that would have gotten me into plenty of trouble. I was so beyond angry that I had no idea what was going on in front of me until Uncle Vernon let out a loud squeal as the fire licked his hands. Now that's what I'm talking about! Smirking at him, I went back into my room where Harry was busy playing with his dolls, oops, action figures. My bad.
"Fine day, Sunday," Uncle Vernon sighed on that day. "In my opinion the best day of the week. Why is that Dudley?"
"I don't know," Dudley shrugged grabbing a cookie from the plate on the table.
"It's because there is no post on Sundays, smart one." I answered.
"Right you are, Haylee," he did know my name after all. Fancy that! "No post on Sundays. No one single, bloody lett-AARGGGG!"
Hundreds of letters came flying through the fireplace, the mailbox, and the windows. I was defiantly getting one this time. Kicking into high gear, I snatched the closest one with my name on it and bolted out the front door. I was in the clearing! I was going to see what all the hullabaloo was about.
"Piers stop her!" Dudley yelled at his best friend, yes, Dudley had a group of best friends, whose house I was running straight for. Dang it!
"Thought you were going to get away did you?" God, his breath smelt so bad. Go brush your teeth, Rat face!
Uncle Vernon went into action after that. He got us to pack all of our things and load them into the car. All of us were going away. To where I had no idea.
xXMizz Alec VolturiXx- really? Hmmm, that's good to hear, but I have been getting a bunch of flames about how awful it was. So I decided to give it another go and add more detail. I mean really, 12 chapters and they were three thousand words all together? Something is wrong there. But I thank you fro liking it. I hope you will like this one as well. I will be adding so much more since I skipped a bunch the first time.