The Potter Twins and the Philosopher's Stone [Draco Malfoy x OC]

CHAPTER 02

THIRD PERSON'S POV

"Get the post, Dudley," Uncle Vernon told Dudley when he heard the click of the letterbox and flop of the letters on the doormat.

"Make one of the Potters get it!" He shouted.

"Get it, one of you."

"Make Dudley get it."

"Poke him with your Smeltings stick, Dudley."

The twins dodged the stick and went to get the post; found a letter for each of us that addressed:

Mr H. Potter

The Cupboard under the Stairs

4 Privet Drive
Little Whinging

Surrey

Miss E. Potter
The Cupboard under the Stairs
4 Privet Drive

Little Whinging
Surrey

Harry handed the post to Uncle Vernon except his and his sister's.

"Dad! The Potters got something! They got a letter!" Dudley reported to his father.

"That's ours!" They exclaimed when it was jerked sharply out of our hands by Uncle Vernon. Both Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia looked very shocked when they read the letters.

For the past days, Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia try their best to make sure the twins didn't read the letter; burning and ripping them apart.

"Uncle Vernon?" Elysia cleared her throat as she handed him his morning coffee, "May I asked why you and Aunt Petunia don't permit us to read the letter? It keeps coming... "

"There was a mistake on the address," he answered shortly.

"Are you sure?" She raised an eyebrow; "I mean the sender should've realized it's a wrong address by now."

"Shut it, girl," He replied, annoyed.

'It is ours...'

Uncle Vernon took a deep breath, "Listen.. we think.. the cupboard no longer fits you and your brother. So, I want you, Potters get all of your stuff and move to Dudley's second bedroom."

"Really?" Her face lightened up.

"Yes! GO NOW!"

Elysia nodded and walked to the cupboard, informing Harry of the news. They moved everything from the cupboard to Dudley's second room which he keeps all his toy and.. broken things.

ELYSIA'S POV

Seeing Uncle Vernon trying to be nice to me and Harry, confused us; He makes Dudley, Dudley, his son, his own son, take the post.

Although we think there was a reason; After we move to Dudley's room, the address changed And day by day, the letters keep coming and it became more and well, MORE!

On a fine Sunday morning, which as Uncle Vernon said, 'no post day', something came out whizzing down the kitchen chimney. Uncle Vernon was speaking when something caught him off-guard and sharply smack him on his face.

The next moment, tons of letters came pelting out of the fireplace.

"AHH! Make it stop! Please make it stop!" Dudley whimpered as he jumped on Aunt Petunia's lap

"Go away, ahh!" Uncle Vernon yelled.

Harry jumped onto the coffee table meanwhile I kneel on the ground and grabbed a letter, quickly opening it up while sprinting out of the room.

Uncle Vernon jumped up and chased us, grabbing us before we got near the staircase. "Give me that! Give me that letter!"

"Get off!" Harry yelled, "They're our letters! Let go of us!"

"That's it!" Uncle Vernon snapped "We're going away! Far away! Where they can't find us!"

"I bet they will!" Elysia stuck her tongue out.

"THEY WON'T!"

"Daddy's gone mad, hasn't he?!" Dudley gulped.

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