Chapter Three

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Today we are going to pick up Harry from King Cross. I'm so excited to ask him what his school is like. Mum and Dad are not to happy about picking him up from, and I quote 'that stupid school for freaks'.

The weird things stopped happening when Harry left so maybe I'm not a witch at all! Thank God for that because I'm pretty sure that wouldn't go down well with my family.

Harry soon walked up to us with a noticeable grimace. He had two people with him, a red headed boy and a bushy haired girl.

"Come on, boy" my father barked obnoxiously at Harry.

I waved slightly at the trio, smiling so Dudley, who was standing next to me wouldn't see. "Hello, Harry!" I smiled I then received a nudge from behind that threw me forward. "Don't speak to Harry in such a matter, Delane" my mother said curtly. I stood up quickly to see Harry, he looked a bit guilty.

"We will go now, boy!" My father screamed once again storming of with the rest of my family following. Before I lost them in a sea of people I grabbed Harry's hand a ran after them, waving at his two friends.

I looked up excitedly to my older cousins eyes "So?" he looked down at me with a rather confused expression.

"So what?" He asked. "So, how was it? What did you do? Who were those people?" I ask nearly fainting of curiosity. "It was amazing!" He screamed. he had a sparkle in his eyes I had never seen before. "Those were my friends, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley". I was hanging on to every word he said till I felt a pull on my shoulder, I groaned in surprise. It was Dudley.

"You better stop talking taking to Potter like he's some old classmate" he muttered under his breath so no one else would hear. I glared at him and huffed with annoyance.

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We were sitting at dinner with my fathers boss and his wife from work we were to act like 'perfectly ordinary children' as my mother put it and I was wearing my usual dress Mum always thought it was appropriate for me to wear. She never let me wear jeans unless I begged her.

Any way back to eating Dinner. Harry was in his bed room upstairs because, I'm just guessing, he's not normal enough, him being a wizard and what not. At the moment I was secretly filling a plastic bag with the food off my plate for Harry.

I heard pecking on something, and by the looks of it so did my family.

"Where is that coming from" my Mum ask herself.

"There, there! There's a owl in the window!" Dudley screeched. My eyes widened as I spotted a dark brown owl with big yellow eyes.

But everyone's attention was soon directed to a large bang from upstairs. Mr. and Mrs. Mason looked at us quizzically.

"That's our cat,umm Harry!" I said quickly. I heard mother sign in relief behind me.

"Yes, he likes to climb on furniture. Maybe you should go check on him, Vernon" my mother told father jobbing him in the side on the table. He left, quietly excusing himself to his boss.

Soon after father returned I noticed a flash of raven black hair in the hallway. It was Harry.

I looked at him like he was crazy a tried to motion to go him back upstairs. He looked at me and pointed to the kitchen. I rolled my eyes if he gets caught my fathers going to kill him.

My mother and father continue to make small talk with Mr. and Mrs. Mason. I just sat quietly while eating my dinner. I looked up from my plate to see a cake. Not just any cake, it was floating right on above Mrs. Mason's head.

No one noticed but me I looked around for Harry to see him run right behind it.

This wasn't going to end well.

Then I hear a loud SPLAT and a scream from Mrs.Mason.

"Who is this" Mr. Mason ask my father angrily.

"That's why nephew you see he is a little... different"my father told him covering Harry's ears. Harry swatted him away.

"We are leaving" he grunted back leading his upset wife with him. When the door slammed shut all havoc cut louse.

"Stupid Boy I will know the magic out of you! bar your windows! whatever it takes!" He screamed angrily, throwing him in to the cupboard.

Then all I could hear was pecking.

"Ruddy Owl" my father muttered furiously opening the window and grabbing the letter. The owl hooted angrily before flying away.

He opened it in a flash and read it. It looked like he was reading it over and over. His face turned bright red.

"What's wrong, Vernon" my Mum ask nervously. She took it slowly from his grasp and gasped.

"It can't be no not our baby" she said quietly to father, tears running down her face.

Father came lunging towards me his face was not a deep purple color and anger seemed to radiate off his body. It scared me.

"Daddy?" I ask, my voice cracked in fright. He didn't respond. He pulled me off the ground by the back of my dress, making me gasp at the sudden construction of my lungs and I heard him scream "You will not call me Father I'm not your father! You are a freak!" I felt a jerk as he walked away from where we previously stood and heard a door click open. I was thrown to the floor, the door slammed right behind me.

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