Inseparable

CHAPTER FIFTY

A/N
Hello, I'm sorry I haven't updated in ages, but now that school started again I'll hopefully be able to make some sort of schedule. I think updates may take a bit longer to be published now rather than once a week (coz of GCSEs and stuff) but I'll try to write as often as I can. Thanks for reading :)
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Harry was sweeping the floor and his relatives were eating breakfast when the postman came to deliver the usual post.

"Go get the post, freak," Vernon spat, spraying crumbs of toast across the table.

Harry sighed and went to do as his uncle said. He flipped through the short pile of letters – there was one addressed to him. He distractedly put the letters on the table staring at his own letter. It was a coffee stained thick type of paper with a wax seal on the back of it.

He started to open his letter when Dudley yelled, "DAD! The freak stole a letter!"

"No I didn't," Harry quickly replied, "it's mine!"

Vernon stood up from his seat and snatched the letter from the freak. "Who would want to send you letters," he sneered.

Vernon examined the letter before his face went pale. "Petunia," Vernon called, sitting back down in his chair, "it's the freaks!"

"What!" Petunia shrilled. "We can not have more freaks coming here! You must destroy that letter!"

Vernon nodded in agreement. He stood up and waddled to the fireplace and tossed the letter into the burning fire.

Harry watched his uncle burn his very first letter, he didn't even get a chance to read it. He was told to clean up the table and wash the dishes before he was locked in his cupboard.

The next day there was another letter at the door identical to the previous one. Before Harry could even get to the letter Vernon dropped it into the fireplace.

The day after two letters were lying innocently on the floor by the door. Vernon paled when he saw them. The letters must mean that the freaks were watching them.

When Vernon left for work that morning there was an owl sitting on the fence staring at him. He quickly drove away.

When he returned there were two more owls sitting on the fence. Three pairs of eyes followed Vernon as he walked from his car to the house.

"Petunia," he called, "they're using birds to spy on us!" Vernon dumped his bags by the door and trudged to the sofa.

"FREAK!" He shouted, "make me a sandwich." Vernon switched the tv on; he needed to relax after a stressful day.

The next day when Vernon walked downstairs for breakfast, he was happy to see that there were no letters waiting for them. His happiness was short lived when all of a sudden letters started to burst through the letterbox. It wasn't just one or two; the doormat was already covered in letters.

"AAHHH!" Vernon screamed when the letters stopped coming. He grabbed all the letters and a pair of scissors before sitting down at the table.

Harry watched from the side of the kitchen as his uncle cut his letters into small pieces before sprinkling them into the fireplace.

"There," Vernon said proudly, "this should make it clear that we don't want any of their letters." He stuffed his face with almost all the food on the table before storming out of the house ignoring all the owls which were everywhere.

When Vernon got back from work that day, he took a plank of wood and nailed it to the letterbox so nothing could come through the door.

On Sunday, Vernon happily walked downstairs to have his breakfast.