All on one (Various x femReader)

Letters From No One

I am sorry but i only update rarely, I would like to do it more often but I can't. There will be a lot of repetitions of words or even maybe some sentences you aren't grammatically correct, please tell me where, I will try to correct every one of them.

Please take pleasure reading this chapter 😉.

By the time we were allowed out of his cupboard again, the summer holidays had started and Dudley had already broken his new video camera, crashed his remote control airplane, and, first time out on his racing bike, knocked down old Mrs. Figg as she crossed Privet Drive on her crutches.

The Potters was glad school was over, but there was no escaping Dudley's gang, who visited the house every single day. Piers, Dennis, Malcolm, and Gordon were all big and stupid, but as Dudley was the biggest and stupidest of the lot, he was the leader. The rest of them were all quite happy to join in Dudley's favorite sport: Harry Hunting. You were lucky enough to escape to that torture, but would always stay at Harry's side to help him. Lucky isn't the word you would put on it, but it was better than being chased and beaten up. When Piers and Malcolm weren't trying to beat up Harry they were harassing you so that you would go out with one of them.

This was why the siblings spent as much time as possible out of the house, wandering around and thinking about the end of the holidays, where Harry could see a tiny ray of hope. When September came he would be going off to secondary school and, for the first time in his life, he wouldn't be with Dudley, and mostly, for the first time off his life he would be separated from you. Dudley had been accepted at Uncle Vernon's old private school, Smeltings. Piers Polkiss was going there too. Harry, on the other hand, was going to Stonewall High, the local public school. Dudley thought this was very funny. You knew that it would happen this year, but you just couldn't realize it. You were in shock !

Then Harry ran, before Dudley could work out what he'd said. You ran behind him, wanting to comfort him and to spend the most time possible with him.

One day in July, Aunt Petunia took Dudley to London to buy his Smeltings uniform, Mrs. Figg wasn't as bad as usual. It turned out she'd broken her leg tripping over one of her cats, and she didn't seem quite as fond of them as before.

That evening, Dudley paraded around the living room for the family in his brand-new uniform. They also carried knobbly sticks, used for hitting each other while the teachers weren't looking. This was supposed to be good training for later life.

As you looked at Dudley in his new knickerbockers, Uncle Vernon said gruffly that it was the proudest moment of his life. Aunt Petunia burst into tears and said she couldn't believe it was her Ickle , he looked so handsome and grown-up. Harry didn't trust himself to speak. He thought two of his ribs might already have cracked from trying not to laugh. You didn't say anything, you were thinking. You were going to spend a year without Harry and you were going to spend a whole year with she Dursleys attention on you. Normally the would just tell you to do things or ignore you because their attention was on Dudley, but he wouldn't be here. At least you had your activites. Aunt Petunia signed you up for some activities and you loved them, you did one hour of chorus on Thursday in her eyes you had a gift (and you have) but she would never say it out loud, you did two hours of gym on Monday and the same thing on Saturday, you did an hour of dance on Tuesday and tree hours of synchronized swimming on Wednesday and one hour and a half on Friday. You were exhausted after them, but you were happy. It was the reason why you and Harry preferred Petunia to Vernon. She didn't do anything to Harry but he was happy seeing you happy. It didn't bother him to do more at the house if he got to see you come back with a dazzling smile.

There was a horrible smell in the kitchen the next morning when the siblings went in for breakfast. It seemed to be coming from a large metal tub in the sink. Harry went to have a look while you stayed away being more careful than your brother.

"What's this?" You asked Aunt Petunia. Her lips tightened as they always did if one of the Potters dared to ask a question.

"Harry's new school uniform," she said.

Harry looked in the bowl again while you peeped over his shoulder.

"Oh," he said, "I didn't realize it had to be so wet."
"Don't be stupid," snapped Aunt Petunia. "

Harry seriously doubted this, but thought it best not to argue. He sat down next to you at the table and tried not to think about how he was going to look on his first day at Stonewall High — like he was wearing bits of old elephant skin, probably.

Dudley and Uncle Vernon came in, both with wrinkled noses because of the smell from Harry's new uniform. Uncle Vernon opened his newspaper as usual and Dudley banged his Smelting stick, which he carried everywhere, on the table.

They heard the click of the mail slot and flop of letters on the doormat.

"Get the mail, Dudley," said Uncle Vernon from behind his paper.

"Make Y/n get it."

"Get the mail, Y/n."

"Make Dudley get it." Snapped Harry