Until the End of Time (Harry Potter x Reader)

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the letters from no one

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Y/N sat perched upon a tree while she waited for Harry to get back. He had gone with the Dursleys to the zoo for Dudley's birthday.

Obviously Y/N couldn't go, the Dursleys didn't need two freaks within five feet of them, one was enough.

And God forbid leaving them alone, they could probably find 101 different ways of causing havoc around the neighbourhood.

But they wouldn't. They never have and most likely never will. If anything, they just wanted to know why their own families had a distaste for them, but random weirdly dressed elders treated them, especially Harry, as some sort of celebrity.

When Y/N saw the Dursley's car park in the front yard, she hopped off the tree and made her way towards their house. She was about to greet Harry but Mr Dursley pulled him away, inside the house.

She knocked on their door a good three or four times before a disgruntled Mr Dursley opened the door.

"What do you want?" he grumbled.

"Is Harry coming out-" but she was cut off with Mr Dursley replying "No." and slamming the door in her face.

Y/N could write a note to Harry and throw it through his open bedroom window, that is, if he had one. Apparently the Dursleys make Harry live in the cupboard under the stairs and that's when Y/N assumed that was where her best friend had been locked in.

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The Dursleys had released Harry from his cupboard prison early to prevent him from getting his hands on these mysterious letters addressed to him.

"It was really strange. Whoever sent the letters knew I lived under the stairs."

Harry and Y/N sat on their tree whilst Harry explained the story of these letters.

"Well, who else would know you live under stairs?"

"I don't know, all I do know is that whenever they show up there's always-" Harry was interrupted by the hooting of owls flying overhead. "-owls nearby."

One of the owls was holding something like a letter in it's beak. It landed on the branch Y/N was sitting on and gestured for her to take the letter.

She took the letter. The envelope looked a felt centuries old, Y/N thought it was about to disintegrate right then and there. On the back was a red wax seal with something like a school crest stamped onto it. As she turned it around, in emerald green writing;

Ms Y/I Lestrange
The Bedroom to the Left
3 Privet Drive
Little Whinging
Surrey

Just as Y/N had finished reading the address, Harry exclaimed, "That's the letter I got!"

But Y/N looked at the letter puzzled. "This can't be mine," she said, "it's got the surname Lestrange, my surname is L/N."

Harry looked at the letter again before replying, "Maybe it's your birth name."

The truth is, Y/N's family, wasn't actually her family. About a decade prior, she was left on the doorstep of the L/Ns. Surprisingly enough, the same thing happened to Harry. Maybe that is why they are best friends.