"Harry, you don't know what I mean..." I say to Harry, trying to make him understand.
"You know what? Fine! Sure! I don't know anything! What DO you mean, Raven?!" He shouts. I tear up a bit. He's never shouted at me before.
"I.. I..." I start.
"You...
I see uncle Vernon ripping up another 2 letters at the front door. I go inside the cupboard to see Harry playing with the little action figures I found for him. I smile and quietly go behind him. "Boo!" I say and scare him. I giggle, and smile, and he smiles a bit. We both hear a drill. Harry rolls his eyes and goes back to playing with his action figures.
Vernon's voice is heard, "No more mail through this letterbox." Harry's head goes up and he walks over to the door, peeking through it to see Vernon boarding up the letterbox. I sigh and go to sit back on the bed. Harry closes the door back and goes to sit next to me. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The next day, I see Aunt Petunia kiss Vernon, " Have a lovely day at the office, dear." She says. Her eyes widen as she sees 10 owls on top of their car. Uncle Vernon goes in front of her to prevent the owls from getting to her. "Shoo! Go on!" He yells at the owls. I laugh seeing as though he doesn't know how to deal with owls. I stop laughing as my eyes focus on 10 letters on the ground. 5 for me, 5 for Harry. They notice the letters and pick them up.
Later at night, Harry and I walk into the living room and see Vernon throwing all the 10 letters in the fire. He notices us and gives us the 'You're never going to that place' crazy look and throws the 10th letter in the fire. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The next day.
Vernon sighs of relief, "Fine day, Sunday." He says. "In my opinion, best day of the week. Why is that, Dudley." He says, looking over to his large son. Dudley shrugs.
Harry speaks, "Because there's no post on Sunday?" He asks, already knowing its right. He brings the cookie plate down to Vernon's reach, since he (Vernon) was sitting on a chair, as he grabs a cookie.
"Right you are, Harry." Vernon says. "No post on Sunday." He says silently. "Ha! No blasted letters today! No, sir."
Harry sees me next to a window and comes over to the window. He moves the curtain out of the way and looks out the window.
"Not one single bloody letter. Not one!" Uncle Vernon says.
His eyes go wide a bit. "Quite a lot of owls, eh?" I ask him. He nods.
Vernon speaks again, "No, sir, not one blasted, miserable--" He gets interrupted by a letter flying into his fat, ugly, face. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (Can we take a moment to appreciate this frame for a second?)
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He gets interrupted as a letter comes flying into his face from the chimney. His eyes go wide as more letters continue to flood the room and make the house shake. They all scream as Dudley jumps into Petunia's lap. Harry and I giggle and manage to get one of our own letters. As we both get down from the table and run, Vernon gets up, chases us, and yells. "Give me that! Give me those letters!" He screams at both of us as we jump over the couch and run out, trying to get into the cupboard. Before Harry can unlock it, Vernon picks us both up, trying to get the letters.
