The Potter Twins and the Philosopher's stone (1) (ON HOLD)

Chapter 2 - The letter

The boa constrictor incident earned our longest punishment ever, like it was possible. When our punishment was over, the summer holiday has started. I'm glad that school is finally over, but I still can't escape Dudley, Aunt and Uncle.

That's why Harry and I spend as much time away from the house as possible. Whether it be wandering around the blocks or even sitting outside or by the house, anywhere but that house is better. Luckily, at the end of the holidays, Harry and I will be attending a different a school to Dudley. I was happy, so was Harry, no more getting stuck on the roof!

Dudley is going to be attending Smelting's High; a very prestigious and expensive private school, that Uncle Vernon attended when he was younger.

While Harry and I will be attending Stonewall high, the local comprehensive. Dudley thinks that it's hilarious that he is going to such a high-class fancy school, and we're going to the local trash public school. Little does he know how much we're looking forward to it. 

Harry and I walk into the kitchen, following the horrible smell that is drifting about the house. Aunt Petunia is standing over a boiling metal tub, filled with dirty rags and foul grey water.

 "What's this?" Harry asked her, trying not to breathe in the gross smell. "Your new school uniforms." She says, sounding as if it is obvious. "Oh," Harry says "I didn't realize they had to be so wet and drenched." He jokes. I laugh and at a grinning Harry. "Don't be stupid!" Aunt Petunia snaps at him.

"I'm dyeing some of Dudley's old things grey for you, they'll look just like everyone else's uniform, even I'm finished." I seriously doubt that I'm guessing it will just be another reason for the other kids to make fun if us. No doubt they'll think we're freaks. Everyone does. Uncle Vernon and Dudley both come in, wrinkled noses and furrowed brows, both caused by the revolting smell coming from out from the uniforms. 

"Get the post, Dudley." Uncle Vernon says politely, from behind his newspaper "Just make Haylee do it." He whines loudly. "Get the post, Haylee. NOW!" Uncle Vernon screams to me, with a harsher tone than what he used with Dudley. I inwardly groan as I turn on my heel, heading for the mailbox.

On the floor in front of me, there was a 2, one bills for the adults, one for me and Harry.

Mr H Potter and Miss H Potter

 The cupboard under the stairs

 4 Privet Drive Little Whining Surrey 

My heart skips for joy at the sight if the letter we've never got a letter before... I walk back out into the kitchen, examining the letter. I hand the bill over to Uncle Vernon and move over to Harry, flashing him the letter we got. His mouth drops as I prepare to rip the envelope. "Dad!" Dudley says loudly "Dad! Why Harry and Haylee have get a letter?"

Before I can open the letter Uncle Vernon nicked it from me. "That's ours!" Harry cries as he jumps toward, attempting to snatch the letter back. "Who'd be writing go you two idiots?"

Vernon sneers as he opens the letter. He unfolds it, and his face instantly turns white - literally white. "P-Petunia!" He stutters, as Dudley desperately tries to steal the letter from his father's hands. Aunt Petunia takes the letter and reads it. "Vernon! Oh my goodness! Vernon!" She cries as she too turns a deathly pale tone.

 The two of them exchange a long look, forgetting that Dudley, Harry and I are even there. "I want to read that letter!" Dudley yells. "I want to read it!" I shout furiously, "As it is addressed it us!" "Get out, the three of you" Uncle Vernon croaks, as he stuffs our letter back into its envelope. "I WANT OUR LETTER!" Harry shouts, neither of us moving. "Let me see it!" Dudley demands, his nosiness overwhelming him.