Chapter Two
Dudley's POV:
Father was going to make me get the mail. Me?!? I mean, who does he think I am? We have those two here for a reason! Well, we have Harry here for that reason, Ivory? She's different.
Finally he sent the freak to get the mail and let me eat my dinner in peace, although it was hard with the sound of his shoes hitting the floor all the way down the hallway. Maybe he's getting to fat and I need to eat more of his food...
When he walked back in, he handed the mail to father. I saw that he had hid something under his shirt, and I pulled it out as he motioned to Ivory. "Father, Harry's got a letter! Look!"
"That's mine! Give it back!" Harry screamed, reaching for the letter that I'd already given father.
"Out! All three of you!" When none of us moved, "Now!!" We were up and out of those chairs faster than ever before.
Once we were in the hallway, I pushed the two freaks into their closet and locked it so that I could listen in on the conversation. I could barely make out the words "Harry", " magic", and "boarding school." My father was in a fit of rage.
"They'll be no magic at this house! We stomped it out of her, we can stomp it out of him!" He was flalling around and turning purple. It was very funny, and I chuckled.
"Get in here, sweetie." Mother gave me a hug. "We can finally get rid of Harry! We can send him away during the school year, he won't bother you any more."
"Really? But what about Ivory?" I looked at father, who was calming down, then back at mother.
"We thought you'd like her to stay. This was you'll be able to get to know her without her brother getting in the way." Father had a nasty smile when he said that, but I knew what he meant.
"When does he leave?" I needed to know how long I had for preparations.
"We've scheduled for him to be taken away in the morning," came the reply.
I ran up to my room and started preparing, tomorrow would be fun.
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The next morning, Ivory was locked in the closet yet again. Father told Harry that if he mentioned her even once, or how we've been treating either of them, she would die. He nodded and asked to say goodbye.
"You don't need a goodbye. Now go outside and wait for the other freaks to come take you away. We are done with you!" He slowly walked outside and sat on the front step.
Father closed the door behind him, and when he opened it again, Harry was getting in a motorcycle with a large, very hairy man. He slammed the door one more time, and exclaimed, "We're rid of him!" I cheered along with him and went to find Ivory.
When I unlocked her closet and opened the creaky door, I was shocked to find her unconscious, with tears streaming down her face. Only then did I realize what I had done.
