When two letters arrive in the post for the Potters inviting them to a school for wizards Pippa is beyond excited. She was ready to start fresh somewhere new where she could actually be someone, where she could be special.
However, Hogwarts was not...
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Dear Diary,
It's me, Pip, obviously. Today is Dudley's birthday aka the most annoying day of the year. He's always so smug and spoiled, it makes me want to throw stuff at his big fat head.
I don't get the fuss about birthdays. They're all a bit pointless if you ask me but maybe that's just because I've never had one, not like Dudley's. Maybe I'm just jealous.
"Pippa! Stop scribbling in the stupid thing and get downstairs. I want you to do the toast but don't burn it like last time, not on Duddy's birthday." Aunt Petunia snapped, ushering me up with her hands.
I refrained from rolling my eyes. It would just make her lock me in my room for the rest of the day.
"Yes, Aunt Petunia." I said blandly.
I'm gonna burn the bloody toast. I thought spitefully.
I ran down the stairs jumping the last few steps knowing it annoyed everyone. I was good at that, annoying people- especially when I put my mind to it.
I skidded into the kitchen.
The table was almost hidden beneath all Dudley's birthday presents. It looked as though Dudley had gotten the new computer he wanted, not to mention the second television and the racing bike. I don't know why Dudley wanted a racing bike. He hated exercise.
Harry was already flipping bacon. He looked thoroughly peeved, probably had something to do with the fact he looked like he'd just woken up.
I ruffled his black hair as passed him on the way to the toaster. Harry was younger than me only by a couple of months but I took the role of big sister very seriously.
Harry was small and skinny for his age. He looked even smaller and skinnier than he really was because all he had to wear were old clothes of Dudley's, and Dudley was about four times bigger than he was.
We were starting secondary school in September and I was worried— worried because we wouldn't be in the same classes. Worried because secondary school was much different to primary and I couldn't always be there to look after him.
"You're going to burn the toast if you don't take it out." Harry adjusted his broken glasses as he spoke.
I merely shrugged in response as Uncle Vernon entered the kitchen.
"Comb your hair!" he barked, by way of a morning greeting.
"What did I say about thundering down the stairs?!" He snapped when his eyes landed on me.
I shrugged again. "Dunno forgot."
Uncle Vernon muttered something about me being stupid and it took everything in not to throw a slice of bread at his head.
I wasn't stupid. I was the smartest in my class not that anyone cared. I wasn't stupid.
I jumped when the toast popped up. It was black that was their problem, not mine.
