MOB

The Letter

Petunia looked down at the letter in her hand. She really was hoping it wasn't going to arrive. "It's here." She told them from the doorway to the kitchen. "Owl delivered it too. How they expect to keep the magical world hidden when they send owls to muggle houses during the day I will never understand." She handed Harry the letter.

"Can't we ignore it?" Harry asked from his seat at the breakfast table. He laid the letter down. He didn't want to take a chance that something might be attached to the letter. After all, they knew what witches and wizards could do. They read the books Harry's parents had left behind. "They aren't exactly bright, we have seen that."

"It's a valid thought, we can ignore it, we have been ignoring that watcher he put on our street." Vernon agreed. He was glossing over the newspaper. "Pet, can we send it back via muggle mail?" They had ignored all the people bowing to Harry when the saw him on the street.

"Oh, I know write return to sender, address unknown." Dudley smirked. He had seen it on the telly. "We could write dead on it."

"Just burn it." Harry stated. He would be willing to admit to being a bit of a pyro. "Dud, we have lessons in an hour, you ready to get a beat down?"

"In your dreams." Dudley retorted. The boys were working on getting their black belts in martial arts and were taking kickboxing classes.

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"What in the world?" Petunia stated as they forced the front door opened. There were mounds of letters in the hall. She had been running errands while the boys were at one of their friend's house. They had picked up dinner on the way home.

"That old man is certifiable." Harry stated. "Can we burn them now?" He gave her the puppy dog eyes.

"Yes, and I am sure your Uncle will enjoy burning them too. Gather them up." She began to think of ways to send a message to that daffy headmaster.

"Hey Har, maybe we can make a pile of them and jump into them like we do with leaves." Dudley suggested. "Save the fire for when Dad arrives, you know he will want to see it."

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"Vernon, what is that noise?" Petunia asked. They were at their hunting cabin in the woods and heard a loud banging noise.

Vernon rose out of bed and grabbed his rifle, loading it. Petunia pulled out her own handgun. He headed down the stairs, with Petunia right behind him. They were going to go past the room the boys were sleeping in, only to find them loading their own rifles. "Good boys." He quietly said. He wasn't sure who was pounding on their door but it was too loud to be friendly.

The four of them made their way down the stairs, and when the cabin door was blown in, they opened fire on the huge man who tried to enter their cabin. The man screamed out in pain and took off. "Must have been one of them." Everyone else knew not to bother them on their hunting trips.

"They ruined Harry's birthday hunting trip." Dudley was very upset about it. This was a yearly tradition for each of the boys' birthdays during the summer.

"Well, the bright side is they might not try again." Harry said. He hoped that they would get the message soon. It was getting annoying with all the owls and letters.

"Boys, go and get the tools. I will find a tarp, we need to put that door back up before we head back to bed." Vernon started giving orders. "Ruined my door. I am going to send them a bill. We spent hours crafting that."

"I will put on some hot chocolate. It's a bit nippy out." Petunia headed to the small kitchen area as the boys headed out to the tool shed. They had built the cabin so they knew where the tools were. It had been the family project for a few years. They had started out in tents, went to a camper, and finally their own cabin.