Silent Screams

Hogwarts Letter

Josie's Pov:

"You think we care about something like you?"

Something no child wants to hear. Ever. But I hear it every day, just like now and it makes me feel so useless and sad.

I just stood there with teary eyes and looked up at Mrs. Dursley who told me over and over again that I'm not wanted.

"She just asked for some more bread," my brother Harry who sat next to me said under gritted teeth. I looked at him in shock and signalised with a shaking head that he needs to stop talking. "Get out of my sight. Right. Now." Mrs. Dursley said with a loud and warning voice, as she pointed to the door with her wrinkly finger.

"Harry, you need to stop talking back like this!" I whisper-yelled at him, while he made some space for me to sit next to him in our "room". Harry and I were sleeping in a dirty little cabinet under the stairs. (Just imagine it a bit larger so two people can fit in it.)

"I will, when they give me a reason for it," Harry said angrily back.
He sighed as he looked at me. I just want to leave. Run away with Harry and start over. But I know it's not that easy.

"Look. I know you hate it here and I do too. But it will get better, I promise okay? We will leave as soon as we're old enough and we'll never look back." I just nodded and he hugged me till we both fell asleep.

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It was my turn to make breakfast today and Harry's to set the table.
„Hurry up, I'm starving!" Said Dudley and shoved Harry a bit to make sure it bugged him. Oh how I wish I could just take the hot pan I just made some scrambled eggs in and slam it across his fat face.

Instead I brought the finished breakfast to the table and put it down softly.

„Well done Josie!" I said to myself. No one ever tells me that so I may just do it myself right?

The Dursleys, Harry and I got seated and began to eat. Harry and I saying nothing as always. We weren't supposed to talk when we sat at the table.

Mr. Dursley let out a cough before he looked at Harry. „Go and bring me the mail," he spat and went back to eat.

What an asshole.

When Harry came back he gave Mr. Dursley his mail not stopping to look at two small letters in his hands. I frowned.

Did he get something? No one ever wrote to us ever before, so why should someone now?

Harry sat back down and gave me the other letter he brought. He looked just as surprised as I was.

Just as I wanted to look at the letter, Dudley began to yell. „Dad! Harry and Josie got a letter!"

I seriously hate this child I swear to god.

As Mr. Dursley heard what his, oh what so precious son said, he jumped out his chair and snapped away the letters we just had hold in our hands.

„Hey! That's mine!" Harry yelled and looked frustrated at the big man in front of him. „Not anymore!" He spat back and opened my letter. His face got whiter and whiter while he was reading it. His eyes wide open in shock, just as his mouth.