you were never mine ; draco malfoy

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the letters from no one
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a/n: the first few chapters will b long bc they r mostly derived from the books

the next evening when he got back from work, Uncle Vernon did something he'd never done before; he visited the siblings in their cupboard.
"where's my letter?" said Harry, the moment Uncle Vernon had squeezed through the door. "who's writing to me?"
"no one. it was addressed to you by mistake," said Uncle Vernon shortly. "I have burned it."
"It was not a mistake," said Harry angrily, "it had my cupboard on it."
"your sister didn't get one. it was a mistake."
Harry met his sister's eyes and protested further, "but I got one. and it's mine."
"SILENCE!" yelled Uncle Vernon, and a couple of spiders fell from the ceiling. he took a few deep breaths and then forced his face into a smile, which looked quite painful.
"er — yes, Harry, Jasmine — about this cupboard. your aunt and I have been thinking... you're both getting a bit big for it... we think it might be nice if you moved into Dudley's second bedroom."
woah. something in those letters freaked them out real good.
"why?" said Harry — Jasmine nudged him with her elbow.
"don't ask questions!" snapped their uncle. "take this stuff upstairs, now."
the Dursleys' house had four bedrooms: one for Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia, one for visitors (usually Uncle Vernon's sister, Marge), one where Dudley slept, and one where Dudley kept all the toys and things that wouldn't fit into his first bedroom.
Jasmine discretely tucked the letter between her mattress protector as she hauled it up the staircase, the Dursleys none the wiser.

it only took the twins one trip upstairs to move everything they owned from the cupboard to their new room. Jasmine observed everything around her.
there were two single bed frames on either side of the room. that was new.
around them were all the broken toys which Dudley clearly couldn't care less about. a video camera he'd been gifted a month ago — Jasmine grew envious upon spotting it — on the floor; in the corner was Dudley's first-ever television set (which he'd put his foot through when his favorite program had been canceled); there was a large birdcage, which had once held a parrot that Dudley had swapped at school for a real air rifle, which was up on a shelf with the end all bent because Dudley had sat on it.
other shelves were full of books. they were the only things in the room that looked as though they'd never been touched. Jasmine would enjoy them.

from downstairs came the sound of Dudley bawling at his mother, "I don't want them in there... I need that room... make them get out...."
Jasmine sighed and flopped onto the left bed, turning her head to see her brother do the same.
thank god for that letter, she was no longer trapped in a 1m by 1.5m space, but one triple its size. thank god for the Dursley's stupidity.

the next morning at breakfast, everyone was rather quiet. Dudley was in shock. he'd screamed, whacked his father with his Smelting stick, been sick on purpose, kicked his mother, and thrown his tortoise through the greenhouse roof, and he still didn't have his room back. a smile graced Jasmine's face. Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia kept looking at each other darkly.
when the mail arrived, Uncle Vernon, who seemed to be trying to be nice to the twins, made Dudley go and get it. they heard him banging things with his Smelting stick all the way down the hall. then he shouted, "There's another one! 'Mr. H. Potter, The Smallest Bedroom, 4 Privet Drive,'. also 'Ms. J. Potter, The Smallest—'"
with a strangled cry, Uncle Vernon leapt from his seat and ran down the hall.
"would you look at that? there's mail for me today," Jasmine spoke, with a grin on her face, at her aunt who narrowed her eyes in response.
Harry leapt up behind their uncle. Uncle Vernon had to wrestle Dudley to the ground to get the letter from him, which was made difficult by the fact that Harry had grabbed Uncle Vernon around the neck from behind. Jasmine stood from the dining table and laughed loudly at the sight. after a minute of confused fighting, in which everyone got hit a lot by the Smelting stick, Uncle Vernon straightened up, gasping for breath, with Harry and Jasmine's letters clutched in his hand.
"go to your cupboard — I mean, your bedroom," he wheezed at Harry. "Dudley — go — just go."
Aunt Petunia turned to her, "you too, Jasmine. go."
Jasmine shrugged her shoulders and made her way up the stairs. in their room, Harry walked round and round.