Harry Potter Year Two!
The Chamber of The Great Beast or As most call it
The chamber of secrets.
Sidney Potter was cooking another serving of breakfast when all at once there was a toast that was burnt. Vernon Dursley, unluckily, entered the room at that moment. She held the toast in her hand when he laid his piqqy eyes on her, "WHAT THE DEVIL IS THAT?" He was pointing at the toast; she cringed back. He said, "You did that, didn't you?" She looked at him indirectly, "Yes, sir." He said, "Come on, we have to talk." She had a bad feeling about this, but she didn't hesitate. She followed him into the dark room she never had liked.
He closed the door behind them. She heard the bolt on the door lock. She stiffened, thinking, Oh no... This happened to be pure instinct. Vernon said, "Come." She turned to him; he sat in a chair He was gesturing to a small wooden one. He said, "SIT!" She cringed, and sat on the chair. She took a breath. Vernon was acting strangely friendly; she didn't like it.
Vernon suddenly became ferocious, "THAT WAS THE FIFTH TIME YOU'VE BURNT MY TOAST YOU BLITHERING FREAK!" Sidney winced, "I'm sorry; I can't help it! I usually don't do the cooking, Harry does!" Vernon said, "That's the last time you burn my toast, girl. come on!" He grabbed her around the left wrist and dragged her down the hall and down the carpeted stairs. He led her to the stove, and he turned the nearest burner on. She struggled in his grip, "NO! PLEASE, PLEASE!" He slammed her open hand on the red hot burner; she screamed in pain.
Sidney fell to her knees, cradling her hand. She whimpered; Vernon kicked her in the side. She lay, sprawled on her side. She held the burnt hand tightly. Vernon spat, "I don't want to see another piece of toast burnt under my roof ever again! Do you hear me?" She nodded weakly, tears falling down her cheeks. Vernon grabbed her by her wrist again and led her to the stairs. He slammed her into the wall beside the stairs and she fell, hands out to save her fall. As soon as her left palm made contact, it flew back. She fell on her back. Her nose was bleeding.
Vernon slapped her across the face! She fell to the floor, crying. He was satisfied when he heard a sob. He opened the cupboard under the stairs and threw her into it. She hit the wall; Vernon tried to close the door, but her foot was in it. He kicked her foot into it. She cringed, her hands both reached out. The left one bleeding.
How she wished Aunt Petunia hadn't gone for the month. She'd always been nice to the Potters. She wished Ruth, at least, was there. She heard shuffling outside the cupboard; she heard Vernon yell, "BOY! GET IN HERE!" Harry's uneven footsteps came to a halt at the foot of the stairs. "Y-Yes sir?" Vernon said, "Pick up this mess." She could hear the gasp as Harry saw her blood. Harry said, "Y-yes, sir." She laid her head on the small pillow in the cupboard. Her eyes closed and she heard her brother murmur, "Sidney? Are you alright?" His green eyes were brilliant as he looked through the small slits in the cupboard. She lost the rest of her consciousness before she could answer. She fell asleep.
Harry looked through the slits of the cupboard; he could see his sister inside, sleeping. He muttered, "I love you." He looked back at the mess. He saw the blood on the burner; it had finally happened. Vernon had burned her hand. Then he could see that something had bled. He thought, Her nose...her nose bled. He looked back towards the cupboard. She must've been hurt very badly. He heard his Uncle Vernon and Dudley snoring. He finished cleaning up and then got out a pitcher. He filled it with cold water. He got a cloth; he picked on the lock of the cupboard.
When the cupboard opened, his sister jolted awake. She sighed when she saw the cold water. He poured some into a small cup. He put it in her right hand. She smiled and whispered, "Thank you." He let her drink; she gulped it down quickly. He muttered, "He burnt you, didn't he?" She nodded slightly, "It's alright. See?" She gingerly took it out and moved it a little. She flinched; it still hurt a lot. Harry said, "Put it in here." He gestured to the pitcher of cold water. She did slowly; when the tip of her middle finger hit the water she gasped in pain. He saw her hand try to pull back. He soothing held her wrist; she let the rest of her hand fall under the water. He saw the blood stain the waters, but she didn't notice. She sighed, and her eyes closed.
Then he took the cloth and pulled her hand out. He toweled her wound dry. She stared at it; her eyes widened slightly in pain as the pressure was put onto it. Harry reassured her, "It's almost over...don't worry." She smiled at him. He smiled back slightly. That was when the phone rang. The screech startled the twins; Harry quickly closed the cupboard door and muttered, "Hide the water and cloth. I'll be back in the morning to get it." She murmured back, "Okay." She quickly put it in their old secret compartment. Harry dashed up to his room, and laid down in his bed.
Vernon said, "WHO THE DEVIL IS CALLING AT THIS TIME OF NIGHT?" He took the phone off the receiver; he spoke, "Vernon Dursley speaking-." He was interrupted by a familiar voice that made both Harry and Sidney jump, "HELLO? HELLO! I-NEED-TO-TALK-TO-HARRY-POTTER!" Vernon quickly held the receiver a foot away from his face, "There is no Harry Potter in my household! Go away and leave me alone!" Vernon slammed the phone on the receiver. He immediately thundered into Harry's room, "What the devil are you doing telling freaks like you our household phone number?" Harry was speechless; so the whole school year hadn't been a dream. He sighed inwardly.
Vernon turned purple and thundered back to bed, falling asleep instantly. Harry stared softly at the window. His owl, Hedwig, hadn't come back for a long time. Sidney's cat was at the Weasleys'. He looked in the cracked mirror, muttering, "Thank goodness!" He lay down no his bed and passed out.