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,
I hated going to the doctor. It felt like I was constantly being judged for every word and every movement— like a zoo animal. Plus, Aunt Petunia always booked my appointments at the most inconvenient times like when they finally diagnosed me with ADHD. She made me miss the football just for a creepy little doctor to tell me something I already knew.
I've decided that I've outgrown having friends. They're stupid and overrated and they don't write to you even though they promised they would.
I'd only gotten into five arguments with Uncle Vernon which was a new record.
I sighed Uncle Vernon's thundering pulled my thoughts from my diary. I crept out of my room and down to the kitchen I was supposed to be at breakfast ten minutes ago.
"WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU," bellowed her uncle, spraying spit over the table, "ABOUT SAYING THE M'WORD IN OUR HOUSE?"
"But I--" Harry tried to say.
"HOW DARE YOU THREATEN DUDLEY!" roared Uncle Vernon, pounding the table with his fist.
I snorted taking a piece of bacon out of the frying pan. I loved bacon maybe even more than I loved Harry.
"I just--"
"I WARNED YOU! I WILL NOT TOLERATE MENTION OF YOUR ABNORMALITY UNDER THIS ROOF!"
"Did you know the word wizard originally meant philosopher or sage? Interesting that, init?"
"What did I just say?" He growled.
"It's not abnormality it's etymology. You know, the history of words? I can how that might be strange to someone with a brain the size of a peanut." I said looking him up and down trying to stop herself from smirking at her purple-faced uncle.
"Room. Now." Uncle Vernon ordered through gritted teeth.
"Hmm... no. Does anyone want a cup of tea?" I asked smiling at my very nervous family
Uncle Vernon was breathing like a winded rhinoceros and watching me closely out of the corners of his small, sharp eyes.
"No? Alright." I shrugged switching the kettle on, wrapping my knuckles on the counter.
Ever since Harry and I had come back for the summer holidays, Uncle Vernon had been treating us like ticking timebombs that might go off at any moment.
At that moment, Uncle Vernon cleared his throat importantly and said, "Now, as we all know, today is a very important day."
I looked over Harry with a frown, he couldn't have actually remembered Harry's birthday.
"This could well be the day I make the biggest deal of my career," said Uncle Vernon.
I rolled my eyes and went back to making my tea. Of course, Uncle Vernon was throwing this stupid dinner party. He'd been talking of nothing else for two weeks. Some rich builder and his wife were coming to dinner and Uncle Vernon was hoping to get a huge order from him.
