Author Notes:

Hello again dear readers! Welcome back to reading the Twins of Destiny!

I'm thinking of getting a beta reader, so if anyone is interested please let me know!

-KamaUzu, the Scythe of Whirlwinds

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry potter

Which house should I put Willow? The results so far are:

Slytherin: 1

Gryiffindor:2

Hufflepuff:0

Ravenclaw:0

Chapter 3: Letters, Letters, and More Letters!

===The Next Day===

Willow's P.O.V:

Breakfast was a quite affair the next morning. All except Dudley, who screamed, whacked his father with his Smelting stick, and kicked his mother, trying to have his room back, which failed horribly. Harry sat next to me eating, while I just continued eating some soft, or liquid food such as fried eggs, milk, and juice. While I felt better then yesterday, the blows caused its damage, and I could hardly stomach down hard food without it making me feel I have rocks in my stomach. As I closed my eyes for a split second, I felt Harry's aura went red for a second before Dudley to suddenly tripped over a banana peel that I was certain it wasn't there earlier, which caused him to fly head first into the trash bin.

As that happened, we heard the mail arrive. Uncle Vernon, who seemed to be trying to be nice to us, made Dudley go and get it. we heard him banging things with his Smelting stick all the way down the hall. Then he shouted, "There's another one! 'Mr. H. Potter, and Ms. W. Nova, The Smallest Bedroom, 4 Privet Drive -"

Before he could finish however, Uncle Vernon jumped up and ran down the hall so fast Harry and I couldn't even blink. Harry jumped up and followed Uncle Vernon, while I -after a moment hesitation- followed as well. When we saw Uncle Vernon with our letters, we tackled him (I wonder how I got the courage to do it), and tried to rip our letters out of his hand. After a minute of confused fighting, where everyone got hit a lot by the Smelting stick (luckily I didn't get hit to the stomach again), Uncle Vernon straightened up, gasping for breath, with the letter clutched in his hand.

"Go to your cupboard – I mean, your bedroom," he wheezed at us. "Dudley – go – just go."

Harry and I huffed, and groaned from our bruises before we both stomped back to our room, when we got there, I locked the door, and we started discussing.

"We just moved here yesterday," I stated as I sat by my favourite spot next to the window. "If that person who sent us that letter someone knew we had moved out of the cupboard and seemed to know we hadn't received our first letter. Surely that meant they'd try again?"

"I believe so, but if that's the case, we need a plan to get one of it so we can read it." Harry agreed, "But how are we supposed to get it

"I have an idea that might just work," I replied hesitantly after a few moments of thinking before I waved him over and stated my plan...

==Next Day: 6:00 am==

The Alarm clock rang at six o'clock the next morning. I quickly turned it off, and got dressed, along with Harry, who was as desperate as I was at the moment to get the letter. So as quietly as we could, we walked down the stairs, without turning on the lights.

"Shh!" Harry shushed me when I stepped on a creaky board. "Do you want us to be caught?!"

"Of course not!" I answered quietly.

"Then be careful!" he whispered as we crossed the dark hall towards the front door "If they find out then..."

"AAAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGHHH!"

"WWWHHHAAAAA?!" The both of us yelped as we leaped into the air; Apparently Harry stomped on something big and squishy on the doormat, and something very alive!

Lights flicked on right after we screamed, and to our horror we realized that the big, squishy something had been our uncle's face. Uncle Vernon had been lying at the foot of the front door in a sleeping bag, clearly making sure that we didn't do exactly what we had planed to do. He shouted at us for about half an hour and then told us to go make him a cup of tea. We shuffled miserably off into the kitchen and by the time we finished and got back, the mail had arrived, right into Uncle Vernon's lap. We could see six letters addressed in green ink.

"We want -" I began, but Uncle Vernon was tearing the letters into pieces before our eyes. Making me almost want to cry while Harry looked murderous.

Uncle Vernon didn't go to work that day. He stayed at home and nailed up the mail slot... With a fruitcake? Harry also saw that beside me from upstairs, and we both started to question the sanity of our Uncle.

"See," he explained to Aunt Petunia through a mouthful of nails, "if they can't deliver them they'll just give up."

"I'm not sure that'll work, Vernon."

"Oh, these people's minds work in strange ways, Petunia, they're not like you and me," said Uncle Vernon as he continued to nail the mail slot shut

"At times like this, I am really glad we aren't directly related to them" I whispered to Harry.

"Me too."

Harry's P.O.V:

Days passed since I accidentally stepped on Uncle Vernon, but still the letters came. Which made our uncle angrier and more desperate to stop them from arriving. Despite nailing up the mail slot, the letters found their way in through the windows. Once they were nailed shut, they began arriving in the... "Strangest"... Ways as possible: Through milk cartons, through the eggs, and they would even appear by bags that would surround the house. By the end of the week, our uncle grew mad and began talking nonsense. It wasn't until Sunday that he seemed to be somewhat calm.

"Excellent," Uncle Vernon chuckled to himself as Willow poured him another cup of tea. "Sunday is the best day of the week, wouldn't you agree, Harry?"

"If you say so," I muttered absent-mindedly.

Vernon had been going on for hours saying how wonderful it was on that day. He couldn't be more pleased that the postman wouldn't be delivering that day, but Willow and I couldn't have been more miserable.

Willow believed that we'll find answers to who our real identity's are if we could just see the letter, but through all of Uncle Vernon's attempts, we had failed to get a hold of them.

"What do they say?" Willow asked for the millionth time that week. "Why are you...?"

"Keep your mouth shut," Vernon snapped.

Knowing that I wouldn't get another word out of him about the message that we received, I scooted over on the couch to let Willow sit myself, Willow's eyes started to show signs that she was almost. ALMOST accepting defeat, and looked miserable, even the time when I saw her birthday present to me was cracked by Pier. However, how could I blame her? Never before in our lives had anyone tried to reach out to us like this mysterious person that was sending us these letters, and it only saddened us more that we would never know why they wanted to talk to us.

Aunt Petunia brought took a sip of her tea as she looked at her husband who looked more pleased that he wasn't losing his mind over what would come in the post that day. Our uncle happily sipped the tea Willow poured for him, and sighed in delight as he looked around at the silent room.

Willow was about to stand up and leave when what happened next was so sudden and unimaginable that I nearly thought that it was a dream of mine. The ground underneath us seemed to rumble, and before I knew it, the fireplace right next to us coughed out an enormous stream of letters and into the room. It never seemed like it was going to end, and before we knew it, the entire room was filling with the letters... Our letters.

"Get one!" Willow boldly yelled to me suddenly, I stared at her dumbstruck for a second before we both grabbed one and tried to make an escape, and only realized that we were being followed when I heard Uncle Vernon's shouts of protest behind me.

"Don't you dare open those!" Uncle Vernon yelled loudly over the smashing of the letters against the walls.

"LIKE WE CARE!" I screamed. Before I was tackled to the ground by our uncle and the letter was wrestled from my grip. I put up a good fight, but he was no match for the mass that was Vernon Dursley. When I noticed Willow paralysed with shock in front of me I quickly told her to run, which she did, but just as she did, she was tripped on the way out by Dudley who was instructed to stop me by his mother. I watched horribly as Dudley then sat onto her, preventing her to run away. Before Aunt Petunia snatched the letter away.

"It's my letter!" I shouted. Trying to get out of my Uncles heavy weight. "And get off her!"

"OUT! OUT! EVERYBODY OUT!"Uncle Vernon screamed before he seized me around the waist, while Aunt Petunia grabbed Willow by the arm, and threw us into the hall. When Dudley had run out with his chubby arms over his face. They slammed the door shut behind him, but I could hear the letters still streaming into the room, bouncing off the walls and floor.

"That does it," said Uncle Vernon, trying to speak calmly but failing. "I want you all back here in five minutes ready to leave. We're going away. Just pack some clothes. No arguments!"

Willow's P.O.V:

Ten minutes later we had wrenched our way through boarded-up doors and were in the car, speeding toward the highway. Dudley was sniffling in the back seat; his father had hit him around the head for holding them up while he tried to pack his television, VCR, and computer in his sports bag. Much to Harry's amusement

We were in the car for a long time, even Aunt Petunia didn't dare ask where we were going. Every now and then Uncle Vernon would take a sharp turn and drive in the opposite direction for a while. Muttering "Shake'em off... shake'em off."

We didn't stop to eat or drink all day, and by nightfall Dudley was howling. He'd never had such a bad day in his life. He was hungry, he'd missed five television programs he'd wanted to see, and he'd never gone so long without blowing up an alien on his computer.

Finally, Uncle Vernon stopped at last outside a gloomy-looking hotel on the outskirts of a big city. We quickly ate the small amount of food that we were given before we were all sent to bed. Since the room we rented only had two beds, Harry and I were told that we would have to lie on the floor so that Dudley would get his own bed while Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia would share the other one.

After we were given a few blankets and we tried to find the best spots in the place to sleep. While we were used to sleeping on the floor, we were used to sleeping in a cramped closet, a big room as big as this wasn't anything that we weren't used to. Making Harry and I stay up for the whole night.

Harry's P.O.V:

We were having stale corn flakes and cold hard bread for breakfast the next day. When we were interrupted by a knock on the door. Uncle Vernon opened the door to see motel worker with a curious look on his face.

"Scuse me, but is any of you Mr. H. Potter and Mrs. W. Nova? Only I got about tw'undred of these at the front desk."

He held up 2 letters so we could read the green ink address:

Mr. H. Potter/ Ms. W. Nova

Room 17

Railview Hotel

Cokeworth

Willow and I were dumbstruck, but I managed to regain my senses quickly enough to run up to him and yell a "We're right here!"

"Well, hello, sir," he tipped his hat. "It appears that someone is trying to get in contact with you. Just this morning, all of these letters appeared at the front desk - '

"NO!" Uncle Vernon shouted as he pushed me away from the door. Before much to our dismay, he ordered the workers to burn them all, saying how it was "Dangerous" before slamming the door in his face.

All the Dursleys had their eyes on us and I was suddenly angry that I hadn't moved fast enough to get one of those letters away from the man at the door. After a few minutes passed, Uncle Vernon ordered us to pack up. Which we followed without a fuss, and after 10 minutes, we were on the road again.

Another day on the road wasn't something that anyone wanted to deal with. Willow and I sat in the back of the car as we wondered who this sender may be. Willow was happy that finally someone actually cared about us so much, they stubbornly mailed letters to us. However, I was wondering Who this person was that they were determined to get in contact with us. I had no idea who they were or how they figured out where we were staying, but I had a feeling that it was going to be really hard to get out of their sight since they knew where we were at that motel.

It was nightfall by the time the car stopped. Uncle Vernon had parked at the coast, locked us all inside the car, and disappeared into rain. Great drops beat on the roof of the car as Dudley shivered.

"It's Monday," he told his mother. "The Great Humberto's on tonight. I want to stay somewhere with a television."

Just when he finished saying that, I realized something... Today was Monday, July, 30. Tomorrow will be July,31... Me and Willow's Birthday. Of course, our birthdays were never exactly fun. Instead, they were 'bad' in my opinion, and 'the worst' in Willow's opinion(to the point where she forgets that it was also her birthday as well). Last time, I received a dirty pair of old socks, while Willow got nothing, not even a new roll of bandages.

But still, you weren't eleven every day... For once at least I can celebrate it with Willow this time instead of just giving presents, and leaving it again... Just like what happened after we were separated into different cupboards 5 years ago...

Just as I thought that, Uncle Vernon came back back with some food, and told us to follow him. The wind was blowing hard and the rain was falling heavily when we stepped out of the vehicle, so hard that I gripped Willow's hand, fearing that she'll get blown away.

As we walked through the rain behind the Dursley`s. When we got onto a dock on the sea, and found a small boat rocking through the violent sea that was attached to a pole next to me. My eyes widened, surely he wasn't...

"Everyone get in!" Uncle Vernon ordered, confirming my fears. Sighing, I helped Willow down into the boat after Dudley got in and then jumped in next to me. Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia got in afterwards and then we were off into the ocean. We were all soaked and I was shivering heavily from the wind that was blowing against us. Noticing this, Willow scooted close to me in attempt to get ourselves warmer.

As we sailed, Willow shook my shoulder before pointing behind me. Turning around, I saw a shack sitting on top of a rock that didn't connect to any part of the main land. For a moment I wondered how Uncle Vernon knew about this place, but the condition around me made that thought fly out of my head.

"There's a house just up there!" Uncle Vernon pointed ahead. "That's where we're going to stay! There is no way that anyone is going to be able to find us there!"

Sighing, we all just waited to get there. After what seemed like hours, we finally reached the rock, where Uncle Vernon, slipping and sliding, led the way to the broken-down house. Upon arriving, a strong smell of seaweed filled my nose, while the wind whistled through the gaps in the wooden walls. The fireplace was damp empty, and there were only two rooms. I shivered a bit as the wind blew past my threadbare clothes, doubting that we'd survive to tomorrow.

"Could do with some of those letters now, eh?" Uncle Vernon said cheerfully, as he failed lighting up the damp wood in the fireplace. He was in a very good mood, obviously thinking he won since nobody stood a chance of reaching them here in a storm to deliver mail.

I saw Willow's eyes fall into a full on defeat once Uncle Vernon said that. He was quite right on that one, there was no way anyone could get here in a storm like this, but as much as I agreed on that opinion, I couldn't help but hope that the letters would still make it here. At least to let us know that the sender didn't give on us yet, or just at least to make Willow happy.

"I don't like this place..." She whispered to me after Uncle Vernon got the fire starting.

"It's going to be okay," I said as we warmed ourselves next to the fire.

"I hope so..."

"Stop complaining and eat your food!" Uncle Vernon shouted when he heard me before he tossed over a bag of chips to each of us. We opened it hesitantly after the fire seemed to have gotten rid of most of the water on our clothes. Once we were finished, we all tossed our trash into the fire to keep it burning for a while longer before we were instructed to go to sleep.

Since there was only one bed available, Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia took that one while Dudley took the only couch in the shack. That left Willow and me to grab some mouldy blankets and try to find a decent place on the floor.

As night fell, the fire went out, and the promised storm blew up around us. Spraying from the high waves splattered the walls of the hunt and a fierce wind rattled the filthy windows. I felt that the cabin would collapse on us any moment.

After moments of walking and searching, Willow settled herself in the corner, before unwrapping her wet bandages that covered her burn, and removed the wig, letting her hair flow as the wind blew around her. She wrapped herself in her bed sheet and covered a windy opening between the wood with a blank look in her eyes that I knew too well. Sighing, I shifted over to her and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder.

"Can't sleep?"

"Yeah..." She whispered as she curled up tighter as the wind blew past up. "With the storm like this, I'm surprised the others could sleep in the first place."

"That's not main reason right?" I asked, getting silence for my answer which confirming my guess.

We sat there in silence for a while before I broke the silence with a question I know she probably doesn't like talking about.

"Do you know what day is it tomorrow?"

"How can I forget? It's your birthday." She answered before looking up a me.. "I'm sorry... But I forgotten my gift at home..."

"It's not just my birthday Willow," I said before sitting down next to her. "It's Our birthday." I stated as I drew a birthday cake in the dust."

"What difference does that make?"

"*Sigh* Willow..." I said as I shook my head. "it makes a lot of difference.'

"You know very well..."

"I know, I know... You don't like your own birthdays... But think of it as a gift to me... At least we could celebrate it together as a real family... You don't have to call it your birthday... But at least can we celebrate it together for once again after 5 years of life?"

Willow just lowered her head, and gripped some of her hair as if she was having a mental debate with herself before she finally answered in the bravest voice I've heard from her all these years."*Sigh* Fine, I'm not going to win am I now? Very well then, if you wish me to do this as my gift to you, then you shall do this as a gift for me, Deal?"

"Deal." I smiled as I checked my half-working watch for the time. "3 minutes left till we become eleven."

"2 minutes now?" Willow asked as she shifted over to the cake drawn into the dust.

"One minute to go and we'll be eleven...Thirty seconds... Twenty... ten... Nine – Three... Two... One..."

"Happy Birthday..." We said it together before we both blew the cake away in the dust. However just as we did that, we heard a... knock on the door?

"Knock! Knock! Knock!"

I stared at Willow, who also gave me the same look. Did we just imagine that?

"Knock! Knock! Knock!"

Apparently not.

A/N:

And...CUT!