Later that day when Uncle Vernon returned home from work he did something rather odd: he visited Harriet's cupboard.
"I want my letter," Harriet demanded almost before Uncle Vernon had squeezed through the door. "I would like to know who has written me."
"No one wrote to you. It was improperly addressed," Vernon quickly shot back, "I burned it earlier."
"It was no mistake," Harriet furiously protested, "It had my cupboard on it."
"Be silent!" Uncle Vernon bellowed, knocking some spiders from the ceiling in his rage. He froze before breathing in deeply to calm his nerves. Once calm he forced a painful smile to take form.
"So Harriet about the cupboard, your Aunt Petunia and I believe that you might be getting a bit big for this tiny little cupboard. We think it might be good if you were to move into Dudley's second bedroom instead of staying crammed in here."
"Why?" asked Harriet.
"Don't ask any questions!" Uncle Vernon snapped, the painful smile long gone. "Take this stuff upstairs, go on."
In the Dursley's household there are four bedrooms: one is for Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon, one is for visitors (usually Uncle Vernon's awful sister Marge), the third is for Dudley to sleep in, and the last bedroom in the household is where Dudley keeps all of his toys and miscellaneous other things that he could no longer fit into his first bedroom. In just a single trip Harriet was able to move everything she owned upstairs to Dudley's second room. Nearly everything in this room was broken: the empty birdcage from when he traded his parrot for an air rifle, the television set he put his foot through, and the toy tank he ran over the neighbor's dog with; were among the many destroyed things. The only things left untouched were the books on the shelves.
She could hear Dudley whining and complaining down stairs. "I don't want her in that room.......I need that room for all of my toys mother.....make her leave my room..."
Harriet sighed, yesterday she would have given anything to be up here, in this room. She stretched out on her new bed, wishing she was downstairs in the cupboard with her letter instead.
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Harriet Potter book 1
FanfictionWhat would happen if all along Harry Potter was a female? If he was Harriet Potter the-girl-that-lived? Well this story will tell you about how that would go.
