The tales of our heart - D.M.

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The letters

When you least expect it
Something amazing will come along
Something even better than you imagined

Diana's POV

By the time Harry and I were allowed to get out of the cupboard it was already summer holidays. I was happy that school was over, but there's no way of escaping Dudley's gang: Piers, Dennis, Malcolm and Gordon. All big and stupid. But I've got to admit, Dudley is the biggest and stupidest of all.

In the morning there was a horrible smell in the kitchen. So ofcourse I was curious and went to have a look. I walked to the sink and saw a metal tub filled with what looked like old rags.

'What's this' I asked. Petunia looked at me like I said something offensive. 'Yours and the other one's school uniform' Uhm rude. 'I didn't know that a school uniform had to be dumpled under some stinking water before it could be worn' I replied with sass.

'Don't be stupid. I'm dying some of Dudleys old school clothes. They will look just the same on you like everyone's' She said. 'I highly doubt that considering the size' I replied with a sneer on my face. Harry, who was standing behind me couldn't keep his snorts in.

We heard a click from the letterbox. 'Go get the post Dudley' Vernon said from behind his newspaper. 'Make Harry get it'
'Make Dudley get it' Harry replied.

Harry came back with two letters and a newspaper. I walked over to Harry who had a suprised look on his face. Harry showed me the two letters:

Mr H. Potter
The Cupboard under the Stairs
4 Privet Drive
Little Whinging
Surrey

And the other one read:

Ms D. Potter
The Cupboard under the Stairs
4 Privet Drive
Little Whinging
Surrey

The envelopes were made of thick, old and yellowing parchment and the words were written in emerald green ink. It had a red thick wax seal on the opening of the envelope. 

Harry gave our uncle the newspaper. 'Dad. Look Harry and Diana got letters!' He reached out for the letters but Harry and I took a step back. This made Dudley fall flat on his nose.

Harry and I started running to the cupboard as fast as we could. Before we even got the chance to get inside, we got grabbed by our hair by uncle Vernon and he took the letters out of Harry's hands.

'Give it back! That's our letters!' Harry yelled. The Dursleys started laughing nastily. 'Who would be writing to you?' Our uncle said with a sneer on his purple ugly face. He ripped the letters into tiny little pieces and threw them away.

And once again we were locked up in the small cupboard under the stairs.

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The past few days have been going on like this: Harry and I locked up looking trough the small gaps in the raster of the cupboard door, watching the Dursleys throwing away our letters and doing everything they can to keep the owls that have been delivering them out of 4 Privet Drive. Uncle Vernon even closed the mail slot by hammering wooden board on it.

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'Ah Sunday. In my opinion the best day of the week. And why is that Harry?' 'Because there is no post on Sunday' Harry replied and rolled his eyes as soon as the ugly man took his eyes of him. I laughed at Harry's sass. 'What are you laughing at girl?' 'At you wanker' I snapped back at him. He opened his mouth to yell something at me. But before he even got the chance the fireplace started rumbling.