𝙷𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝙿𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 (𝔹𝕠𝕠𝕜 1)

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼

Dudley parades about the kitchen in knickerbockers, tailcoat and straw boater, tapping the floor with a knobbly stick, while a teary Aunt Petunia snaps a photo with a flash camera.

"Oh, Vernon, look at him. To think in only a week he'll be off to Smeltings."

"Proudest moment of my life."-Vernon

"Will we have to wear that too?" Asks Y/n dreadfully.

"You? Go to Smeltings? Don't be stupid. You two'll go to state school, where you belong. You'll wear those, once I'm done dying them."

Harry and Y/n glance at a tub of grey mud boiling on the stove.

"But that's Dudley's old uniform. It'll fit us like bits of old elephant skin."-Harry

"It'll fit you fine enough. Now fetch the post."

Three letters lie on the mat. A bill. A postcard. Two envelopes of yellow parchment. Harry takes all, then stops, staring at the envelopes, which are addressed in emerald ink.

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Mr. H. Potter

The Cupboard Under The Stairs

4 Privet Drive

Little Whinging

Surrey
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Ms. Y/n Black

The Cupboard Under The Stairs

4 Privet Drive

Little Whinging

Surrey
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Harry turns his envelope over, finds a purple wax seal. It is a coat of arms, surrounding a large letter.

Harry drops the post on the table and sits, motions for Y/n to come over, they both stare in quiet wonderment at their envelopes. Uncle Vernon takes the postcard.

"Marge's ill. Ate a funny whelk..."-Vernon

BAM! Dudley brings the Smelting stick down-hard on the table.

"Dad! Look! They've got letters!"

Quickly, Uncle Vernon snatches them away.

"That's mine!" Harry and Y/n yell at the same time.

"Yours. Who'd be writing to you—"

Uncle Vernon's face goes pale.

The kids come flying into the hall, throw themselves against the door as it slams shut.

"I want my letter!"-Harry and Y/n

"I want my stick!"-Dudley

Harry,Y/n and Dudley make a furious play for the keyhole, but Dudley's size proves too much and Y/n along with Harry, glasses dangling from one ear, settle for the crack between door and floor.

Harry's Pov

I could see Uncle Vernon's thick black shoes pacing back and forth.

"Vernon. Look at the address. How could they possibly know where he sleeps? You don't think they're watching the house?"-Aunt Petunia

"Watching. Spying. Following us. We both know the dangerous nonsense your sister and her husband were mixed up in."-Uncle Vernon

"But what should we do, Vernon? Should we write back. Tell them we don't want—"

"No. We'll ignore it. If they don't get an answer...Yes, that's best...I'll burn it."

"NO! WE WANT OUR LETTERS!"-Me and Y/n yell.

Author's Pov(3rd person)

Uncle Vernon walks to the stove, flips on a gas jet. As the letters burn, Harry and Y/n pound on the door.

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