❝ She is some magic, some chaos and a bit of poetry ❞ unknown
Charlotte Jane Potter is perfectly normal. Yes, there might have been a couple of occasions involving her cousin where things didn't entirely go as planned, but we don't speak about those...
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𝔚hoever was at the door knocked again, causing Dudley to wake up.
"What's going on?"
"There's someone at the door," Charlotte replied, the cousins scrabbling back towards the bedroom door behind them. There was a crash and Uncle Vernon came skidding into the room. He was holding a rifle in his hand, which must have been what the long package was.
"Who's there?" he shouted. "I warn you — I'm armed!"
There was a pause. Then — SMASH!
The door was hit with such force that it swung clean off its hinges and with a deafening crash, landed flat on the floor. A giant of a man was standing in the doorway. His face was almost completely hidden by a long, shaggy mane of hair and a wild, tangled beard, but you could make out his eyes, glinting like black beetles.
The giant squeezed his way into the hut, stooping so that his head just brushed the ceiling. He bent down, picked up the door, and fitted it easily back into its frame. The noise of the storm outside dropped a little. He turned to look at them all.
"Couldn't make us a cup o' tea, could you? It's not been an easy journey..."
Dudley and Charlotte stood behind Petunia, both of them peering around her to look at the man.
"An' here's Charlotte!" said the giant.
Charlotte looked up into the fierce, wild, shadowy face and saw that the beetle eyes were crinkled in a smile. The girl sent him a smile in return, still trying to figure out how he knew her. Had they met before?
"Las' time I saw you, you was only a baby," said the giant. "You look a lot like your mum, but you've got your dad's smile."
Uncle Vernon made a funny rasping noise.
"I demand that you leave at once, sir!" he said. "You are breaking and entering!"
"Ah, shut up, Dursley, you great prune," said the giant; he reached over the back of the sofa, jerked the gun out of Uncle Vernon's hands, bent it into a knot as easily as if it had been made of rubber, and threw it into a corner of the room.
Uncle Vernon made another funny noise, like a mouse being trodden on.
"Anyway — Charlotte," said the giant, turning to the girl, "a very happy birthday to you. Got something for you here. I might have sat on it at some point, but it'll taste all right."
From an inside pocket of his black overcoat he pulled a slightly squashed box. Inside was a large, sticky chocolate cake with Happy Birthday Charlotte written on it in emerald green icing.
Charlotte looked up at the giant. She meant to say thank you, but the words got lost on the way to her mouth, and what she said instead was, "Who are you?" which sounded slightly rude.
