Miss Primrose Potter (HP FANFIC/HP SIS)

Chapter 2- Letters?

*WARNING! *

Use of a bad word.

By the time we had come out of that dusty cupboard (huffs) the summer holidays had already begun. It was our longest punishment ever. What amused me the most was that Dudley had already broken his new cine- camera, crashed his remote-control airplane and, first time on his racing bike had knocked down old Mrs. Figg as she crossed privet drive on her crutches.

The twins were happy that the school was over, but... there was no escaping as Primrose called them. Piers, Dennis, Malcolm, and Gordon who were all quite big and stupid. At least this is what Harry said, but Primrose said something completely different. She said that they were all big and were not stupid they were mega stupid. The gang would quite happily join Dudley in Harry and mad Primrose hunting.

That's why the twins would spend a much time as possible outside. In September, the twins would be off to secondary school. They were quite excited.

'They stuff peoples' heads down the toilet on the first day of school you know. Do you wanna practice?' Dudley said.

"No thanks." Harry said. Then Primrose continued, "The poor toilet never had anything as horrible and gross as your head down it before. It might get sick." Then ran before he could work out what they had said.

It was July and Aunt Petunia had gone somewhere in London to buy Dudley his new school uniform. Primrose wondered if the venders even had the uniform of his size after all he was sooooo perfect. Oh! Who was she kidding? Dudley being perfect she burst into fits of giggles a few occasional snorts and sniggers coming out. Anyways so, Aunt Petunia had left them with Mrs. Figg. She let Harry and Primrose watch TV and served them some cake that tasted like it had been there for decades.

Primrose's POV.

It was evening and Dudley was running, who am I kidding exactly? He can't even run! Anyways he paraded around the living room for the family in his brand-new clothes. Smelting's boys wore maroon tailcoats, orange kicker boots and flat straw hats called boaters. They also carried knobby sticks that can be used to hit each other when the teacher wasn't looking. This was supposed to be good training for later. Who even came up with this ridiculous idea of hitting each other when the teacher wasn't looking?! More who came up with this......costume for a uniform?! It looks.... I have no word for this costume...opps! My mistake, pardon me. Uniform.

The next morning, there was an awful smell in the kitchen. It was Harry's and mine school uniform. I was so disgusted. I had nothing to say. When Dudley and uncle came in, they wrinkled their noses because of the smell of our uniform.

Click. The noise of the mail.

"Get the post, Dudley."

"Make Harry get it."

"Get the post, Harry."

"Make Dudley get it."

"Poke him with your smelting's stick, Dudley."

"Okay, okay enough! I will get it, but stop bickering." I said. Oh! Some boys are such drama queens pardon! Drama kings.

I went and opened the door......I was surprised to see that there were letters addressed to us, meaning my brother and me.

They said.

Mr H. Potter

The Cupboard under the Stairs

4 Privet Drive

Little Whinging

Surrey.