Chapter Three
Ivory's POV:
It's been a week, and I haven't even heard from Harry. I hate it. He's my twin, I've never been without him, but I am now. Dudley hasn't hurt me since Harry left, but uncle Vernon has gotten a lot worse. He has done things to me that should never happen to any one.
Dudley has done those same things before, but now that he has stopped, uncle Vernon has taken over. Plus, he hurts me. I now have to do both of our chores, Harry and my own, and when I don't get them done perfectly, he hits me, or slaps me with his belt, before shoving me in the closet.
I just want to get out of here. I've considered running away, but I'm locked in the cupboard every night and I haven't figured out how to unlock it from the inside yet. Plus, I don't have food, money, clothes, anything.
School starts soon, and I hope that I can get away then. If the Dursley's even let me go. So, I just do whatever they tell me to, hoping that one day I'll get out and go find Harry. Wherever he may be.
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It was almost my birthday. Harry was probably out celebrating, and there I was, doing even more chores as a birthday present from my "family." I'll finally be 11. I laid there counting down the seconds until midnight. I dozed off, only to wake up to my watch beeping quietly, signaling the arrival of my birthday.
"Happy birthday, Ivory. Happy birthday Harry," I whispered to myself, before closing my eyes, and trying to fall asleep.
Suddenly, I heard sounds from outside the door. The sounds must've woken up Uncle Vernon, because he came tromping down the stairs above my head, shaking dust down onto me. I sneezed and sneezed as it invaded my air, but Uncle Vernon kicked my door to shut me up.
"Who could be out at this hour?" I heard him grumble before opening the door. I couldn't see outside, but I could hear Uncle Vernon's outraged gasp of breath, and hear him slam the door without saying a word.
There was a loud 'pop' sound, followed by "It is very rude to slam the door in a guest's face, especially in the middle of the night, you know." The voice was one I didn't recognize, laced with a sense of disdain and maybe a sneer.
"It's rude to come calling on innocent people in the middle of the night! Especially your kind!" Came Uncle Vernon's response to the strange man's rebuff.
"No matter. I would like very much to not be here, but I was sent on important business," the man's voice reflected his words. He meant business.
"I'll have no business with the likes of you!" Uncle Vernon screamed at the man.
At the sound, Dudley came running down the stairs. "Daddy, who is this man? What does he want?"
"Go to bed Dudley, I'll explain in the morning." Dudley sullenly walked up the stairs, but stopped before the top step to eavesdrop.
"You see," the man continued after a long pause, "there seems to be a mistake. Someone lives here that isn't supposed to exist."
