Deliane Dursley

Chapter Two

"Mum, could we run to town today?" I ask my Mother rising my eyebrow.

"What do you need from town?" she ask me in return. I took a second to think of a safe answer- I wanted to get Harry a birthday present but if she knew that she wouldn't take me. "I just wanted a new dress, Mum if that's okay" I told her sweetly "Of course, Deliane! We can leave right now"

I didn't know if Harry would like the gift but I sure hope he did.

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"I really like the chicken" I said looking up to my family, we were at dinner and it was so quiet you could hear a pin drop, so, being the person I am I decided to break it.

I then heard the door bell chime and a clunck as mail droped to the floor from the mail slot. My father looked acroos the table to Dudley "Get the mail" he grumbled as he stuffed his already full mouth with cake. "Make Harry get it!" he scremed back He did not come back for a few minuets, which angerd my father. That was not too surpricing though concidering many things that Harry did annoyed my father effortlessly.

WHen Harry reentered the room he was caring a opened envelope containing a letter. "Harry got a letter!" Dudley screamed to Dad. Father looked bothered by letter and stated back "Who would write you?" no matter how rude the question was I had to agree.

Who would write Harry?

I was pulled out of my daze by Harry's voice "Give it back it's my letter it addressed to me!" but my father wouldn't. "How do they know where he sleeps, Vernon?" My Mum ask nervously "Spying probably" he replied with anger. "Up stairs!" he screamed at us. "It's my letter!" Harry screamed but he ended up leaving anyway.

That night Harry got Dudley's second bedroom, where he kept his broken electronics. Dudley screamed and cried- it was incredibly annoying but they didn't give in for the first time. I was happy though because Harry had a room next to me. The letters kept coming and coming, more and more each time. Father got more angry. Especially tonight the letters came from every place in the room, the fireplace, the windows everywhere! Almost like magic!

Harry took to the couch to get one but father got to him by the waist and threw him into the hall he was screaming "They are mine!" father then came for Dudley and Mum and I thought he would come back for me but he didn't. I started to panic the letters kept coming and coming they would swallow me up. Why wasn't Daddy coming? But then they went in reverse as fast as they came. they flew back into the fireplace and out the windows. I then sat there dumbfounded.

Did I do that?

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We were going some where I didn't know where. Father was muttering under his breath. I think he's going mad. We finally stopped at run-down motel. It smelled terrible. Dudley complained for hours on end and in all honestly I wanted to punch him but my parents wouldn't like that to much so I refrained my self- it was hard but I managed. I slept on the couch and Dudley took the second bed. He needed it more than I did.

In the morning father was exceptionally happy, until

"Is there a Harry J. Potter here? There is about a hundred letters up at the lobby" I heard a loud bang of frustration from father as he said "No" as he held Harry back.

We left again and this time some where worse than the terrible motel. It was a house in the middle of a lake during a storm. We made our way to the building by boat. Rain pelted on me as thunder struck in the distance. I heard nothing but the screeching of the wind. I looked over at Harry to see him chattering, I had to agree with him I was freezing. When we finally made it to the building we were told to go to bed. My Mum gave me two blankets and pointed me to the half moth eaten chair in the corner of the room. Dudley slept on the coach across from me. I looked to my side after everyone was asleep to see Harry by himself with no blanket. But then I remembered something.