Fred Weasley || Wicked (Year One)

The 1,000,000 Letters

It was now the summer holidays, and me and Harry couldn't wait to get back to school. This was only because Dudley and his gang would come over everyday and torture us. Luckily for us, we locked our room up all day when we were in it and all night. But we were usually outside wandering around. It was quite a lot of fun, actually. We saw new things everyday.

One morning we woke up and went to have breakfast when the mail came.

"Harry, (Y/n), go get the mail," Uncle Vernon said to us from across the table.

We quickly obeyed and got up to get the mail. There were four pieces. One was a newspaper, the second was a postcard from Uncle Vernon's sister, and the last two were addressed to me and Harry.

I looked at the letters addressed to me and Harry with wide eyes. It had our exact address on it, as in it even knew that we lived in the cubby under the stairs. That's kinda creepy... but we still got mail! We never got mail. Is this what it feels like to get some, because it feels great!

Harry and I quickly gathered up the mail, having two pieces each. We each took our own letter along with one of the other pieces of mail.

We walked back into the kitchen and handed Uncle Vernon the mail, but keeping ours for ourselves. Dudley, being the big brat that he is, obviously notices.

"Dad, Harry and (Y/n) have some mail that they didn't give to you," Dudley whines to Uncle Vernon.

Great, just great. We finally get some mail, and poof! Just like that it's gone. Thanks a lot Dudley.

"GIVE ME BACK MY MAIL RIGHT NOW YOU TYRANTS!"

"But this is a letter addressed to us. It says it right there." I say, showing him.

"I don't care. It came to my door at my house, therefore it's mine. NOW GIVE IT TO ME!"

I hesitantly hand it over, while Harry does the same. Uncle Vernon rips Harry's letter open and his eyes go wide and face goes red. Aunt Petunia clearly sees this, for she is now going to stand behind Uncle Vernon and look at what the letter says. Once she reads it, her eyes to go wide and her skin turns paler, if it's possible.

Dudley looks confused and begins to get curious, so he starts walking over to his dad so he can too read the letter. Before he gets over there, Uncle Vernon rips the letter apart so know one can read it. He does the same with mine, and it feels like he's ripping apart my heart instead of my letter. I'm beginning to get really curious and want to know what the letter is. Unfortunately, now I can't find out.

After breakfast, Uncle Vernon begins to pace the living room, trying to figure out what to do about the letters that were addressed right to our cubby.

He paced and paced, and finally came to a stop, just to continue pacing again. I've honestly never seen his face so red. And that's saying something. His face is redder than the time I put black dye on his toothbrush. You should have seen his face! He came out of his room with a face that's redder than a strawberry! This time, his face is 10x redder than a strawberry. I didn't know that was possible.

Finally, he came to a complete stop. Uncle Vernon looked up at us, thinking. Uh oh. I didn't think that what was going to happen was going to be good. For once, I was wrong.

Instead of sending us to our room for eternity or saying that he would never feed us again, he said, "Harry, (Y/N), you are moving in to Dudley's room for his toys. Dudley, your toys will now be kept in your own room. That is final."

Dudley looked like he was about to faint, strangle us, and cry all at the same time. Instead, he said, "WHAT?! Your giving those two MY room. How could you? I thought you loved me!" and with that, he stormed out of the living room, up the stairs, and into his room, slamming the door shut behind him.