The Phoenix Blood

Chapter 2

*Time skip to 5 years later*

    I had just finished picking weeds and tending to the garden in the front yard with May when I saw two owls fly up to our door and drop a letter each through the mail slot, which was weird because A. it was Sunday, B. it was the middle of the day, and C. OWLS JUST DROPPED OFF LETTERS AT OUR HOUSE! I bet you anything that Uncle Vernon is going to find some way to blame this on us, I just hope he doesn't hurt Harry too much.

I went inside, grabbing the mail as I went. Looking through it, I found the letters that the owls had delivered. They were addressed to a Mr. H. Potter, the cupboard under the stairs, 4, Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey, and a Ms. R. Potter, the cupboard under the stairs, 4, Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey. Who in the world would be writing to us, and delivering it through OWL, for that matter?

While reading the address on the letters, I had walked into the kitchen. Dudley saw the letters in my hand, and immediately ripped them from my grip, sneering at me, and giving them to Uncle Vernon. I tried to protest, but all I got was a glare from Uncle Vernon and a hit on the head with a wooden spoon from Aunt Petunia. As soon as he looked at the letters, his face turned purple, and he yelled at me Harry, and Dudley to get out of the kitchen. As i was walking out, I looked back and saw Aunt Petunia's face turn white as she looked over Uncle Vernon's shoulder. After we were out of the kitchen, Harry looked at me questioningly.

"What were those letters? Who were they from?" he asked.

"I don't know who they were from, but they had our names on them and they knew that we slept in the cupboard. The thing I want to know is how they knew that. We were careful to never let anyone know that; Uncle Vernon threatened us with our lives if we ever told anyone that. What's going to happen, Harry? I don't want us to die!" With that, I collapsed on the floor crying, Harry holding me to his chest.

When I finally stopped crying, Harry wiped the tears off my face and stood us back up. Only then did I realize Dudley was still there. He was looking at us with a questioning look on his face. He opened his mouth to say something, but before he got anything out, the kitchen door opened up, revealing Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon.

"Dudley, go pack a bag for the road. You two, go help him. Don't forget anything." Vernon said, and all three of us scurried upstairs. As soon as we got to Dudley's room, though, he stopped us.

"Rose, are you okay? Why would Dad kill you for telling people where you sleep? And why is there a snake around your waist?"

"Why do you care? And what snake?" I quickly said, hoping to goodness that I can convince him that he didn't see May around my waist.

"I care because I see you as family. And I saw a black snake around your waist downstairs. It peeked its head out from under your shirt when you started to cry. Please tell me what's wrong. You guys are worrying me."

"I'll tell you, only if you promise to keep it a secret. You can't tell anyone, unless we tell you it's okay, understand?" I admonish as I fold some clothes, setting them on the bed to put in the suitcase.

"I swear I won't tell anyone without your guys' permission. Now, please just explain?" Dudley promises as he grabs the suitcase off of the shelf in his closet. He hands it to Harry, who starts to place the clothes I fold into it.

"Okay, what all do you want to know?" Harry inquires, looking at Dudley with uncertainty.

"Everything."

"Okay, where to start? Um, I'm not really sure if I'm okay because I'm not sure how Uncle Vernon will deal with the fact that someone knows where we sleep. He would kill us because he doesn't want anyone finding out he abuses us because he would get arrested and would lose his reputation. And there is a snake around my waist because she is my friend, and she protects me as much as she can, and also heals Harry when she can. So, yeah. I think that was all of your questions. Now, we have to go downstairs before Uncle Vernon gets mad." I explain as we finish packing and Harry latches the suitcase closed. He picks it up, dragging it downstairs with us following. Our uncle hurries us all into the car, and we take off to who knows where. Uncle Vernon doesn't say anything, and neither does anyone else. Aunt Petunia just watches the scenery, and Dudley appears to be lost in thought. I just cuddle into Harry's side, and fall asleep, tired from the lack of sleep and all that has happened today.