Whispers of the cosmos - Draco Malfoy

A Magical Awakening at Privet Drive

This morning on the 4th of Privet Drive, everything was as normal as ever. The little family, if we can call it that, were all around the table eating breakfast. Dudley were eating so fast that anyone would be surprised he was not shocking himself with the food. Must be a habit now, so it was probably easier than it seems to eat 4 pancakes, 3 eggs, and 5 slices of bacon in less than 2 minutes. Anyway, he was not the only kid around the table. A little boy with hair as messy as ever was really happy today. He was never allowed to have bacon; it was apparently, if he believed what his uncle said, too good for a waste of space like him. But this morning Aunt Petunia burnt 2 slices of bacon, being distracted by her son screaming at the TV for not working as his convenience. So he got the two burned slices, and an owl wouldn't hear him complain. It was the best way to start a morning for him. His peaceful breakfast got cut short by the sharp voice of Uncle Vernon.

"Dudley, go take the mail."

"Tell Harry to do it." It was hard to understand the boy with his mouth full, but the hatred in his words could be heard from miles away.

"Harry, go take the mail." He didn't care to look up from his newspaper to shoot the order, like if Harry was not even deserving the consideration of a look.

"Tell Dudley to get it."

Just like that, the last and third child at the table decided to interfere. She already knew what would happen; Harry would lose. He always lost—fights, arguments, everything—because in this house, nothing was played fairly. So before anyone could raise their voice again, Lyra pushed her chair and stood on her feet before announcing she'll go herself to take the mail. She used to act like that, jumping to save the day before useless drama could be caused, always in the disfavor of her cousin, Harry.

When she arrived at the door, she grabbed all the letters and quietly realized that two of those letters looked absolutely fancy. Their cream color was something that couldn't be unnoticed next to the other boring letters. They were also sealed with red wax; how could something so fancy arrive at their uninteresting house? She let her curiosity take her and looked to whom those letters were addressed. One was for "Harry Potter under the stairs," and the other was for "Lyra Dursley in the more little room." She let a gasp go out of her mouth and felt excitement run through her blood. One second later, she was running to the living room, a bright smile on her face; she clearly couldn't wait to announce the news to Harry and open her letter with him. It was so fancy; maybe it was a birthday party? Well, obviously not; who would invite both of them, and especially who would know where they slept? Her thoughts were running so fast; she had already four different scenarios when she arrived at the table next to her beloved cousin.

But her happiness didn't last long, and the bright smile on her face faded as fast as she furrowed her brow in anger. She barely had time to tell Harry the news that her dad slammed his journal on the table and angrily grabbed the letter from the girl's hands. Of course, they tried to protest; even Dudley was trying to get hold of those letters. Less than a minute later, they were in the corridor, and the door was slammed shut on their angry faces. It looks like no matter how much they shouted and complained, they would have never been able to get hold of those letters.

"What do you think it was?" Harry asked as he laid on the floor trying to see or hear anything in the room from the space between the floor and the door.

"I don't know; I didn't get time to see anything. I was just so excited to get you your letter. I'm sorry." Harry smiled at her sadly, letting her know that it was okay. It was clearly not her fault her dad was an arse.

"Who could have something to say to the both of you?" It was that that must annoy Dudley the most. Where was his letter? He was the most special kid in the house; he should be the one with the letter, not those two stupid kids.