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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The morning after the incident, Uncle Vernon had decided that Harry and I should be imprisoned for our evilness. A man fitted bars onto mine and Harry's windows. He himself fitted the cat-flaps in our bedroom doors so that small amounts of food for me and Soc could be pushed inside three times a day. They let Harry and me out to use the bathroom in the morning and evening (at different times so we never had the chance to talk to each other).
The first couple of days I was fine, I didn't want to see those twats anyway but after day five I started yelling and pounding on my door relentlessly. One time when Aunt Petunia brought me my medicine I bit her hand.
I lay on my bed with my etiquette book watching the sun sinking behind the bars miserably. I constantly felt like I was going to explode. What was going to happen when school started? Was I going to be locked in this stupid room until I died? Merlin's beard, I hated this room!
The cat-flap rattled and Aunt Petunia's hand appeared, pushing a bowl of canned soup into the room. I jumped off the bed and grabbed her wrist. "Please, please let me out. I'll take my stuff and my cat and you'll never see me again. I'll go away and leave you alone, I promise. Please!" I begged.
"Eat your soup." Aunt Petunia said, pulling her arm away leaving me alone.
"Open the door! Aunt Petunia! BITCH!" I yelled, getting angrier and angrier the longer the silence went on. I don't know how l was slamming the door for before I threw the plastic bowl at the door and slumped against the opposite wall in defeat.
I felt nauseous holding my head between my knees. Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry.
Socrates licked up the spilt soup and mushy vegetables and I felt awful, he must've been starving. I sat on the floor for hours as the room slowly grew darker and darker. Exhausted, stomach rumbling, mind spinning I just sat there. I hated the silence.
Hours later I managed to drift off still on the floor when I was woken up by Socrates deciding to headbutt my knee and a weird rattling noise.
"Piss off, Soc." I mumbled pushing him away only for him to headbutt me again.
"Oi, Pips! Wake up!" someone hissed.
Moonlight was shining through the bars on the window and a freckle-faced, red-haired, long-nosed boy was staring at me. Harry's friend Ron Weasley was outside my window.
"Ronald?" I asked certain that I was losing it, luckily her window was already open so they could talk. "Ron, how did you -? What the -?"
I stared at him, opened mouthed and wide eyed Ron was leaning out of the back window of an old turquoise car, which was parked in midair. Grinning at me from the front seats were Fred and George, Ron's elder twin brothers.
"Err– your car is flying." I said pointing at it like they hadn't noticed.
"What? I'd never noticed." Fred said sarcastically.
