Iris Lily Potter (Harry Potters Sister) Book 1

Chapter 3

On Sunday morning, Vernon sat at the breakfast table looking tired and rather ill, but happy. It made me sick to think that he could ever be happy. "No post on Sundays." He reminded us cheerfully as he spread marmalade on his toast. "No bloody letters today." He said as me and Harry passed out cookies to the pigs.

Something came whizzing into the room from the kitchen chimney and caught Vernon sharply on the back of the head. I couldn't help but laugh. Karma!

The next thing I realized was that thirty to forty letters directed to me and Harry was coming from the chimney. I look to Harry to see him smiling and trying to reach for one falling from the air.

I rolled my eyes with a smile as I bent down and grabbed one. I started to open it but it was ripped from my hands just as Vernon screamed. "Out! OUT!" He screamed at us but Harry ran out of the room and into the hall with the letter.

Vernon chased after him but I jumped on his back. "Open it, Harry! Hurry!" I screamed as Vernon slammed me against the wall. I groaned but I didn't let go and I pulled his mustache and covered his eyes with my hands but he grabbed my hair and tugged me to the floor.

I howled in pain as Vernon went after Harry who wasn't able to open it yet. "That does it! I want you all back in here in five minutes ready to leave! We're going away! Just pack your clothes! No arguments!" Vernon screamed at us.

He looked so dangerous with half his mustache missing that none of us dared to argue. I scurried down my stairs and grabbed a black trash bag and shoved all my clothes in it. I put my shoes on quickly and see James sitting on my cot, looking at me.

I rush over to him quickly. "We have to go. I can't just leave you so here, in my pocket. Try not to move to much." I tell him as I open the pocket of my jacket that used to be my dads.

I run up the stairs and into the hall. Me and Harry are shoved into the car as Dudley gets in next to me quickly. Vernon and Petunia were up front as Vernon speeds off to the highway. No one knew where we were going, even Petunia was too scared to ask.

Vernon would take a sharp turn once in a while and go in that direction until he took another one, causing the three of us to bump into each other. Dudley was to upset that Vernon hit him for wanting to take his TV and games so he didn't exactly mind too much that I was bumping into him.

"Shake 'em off....shake 'em off." Vernon would mutter when he took these turns. For a moment, I thought he was trying to shake off some police or something. But when I looked back, no one was following us.

I stuck my hand in my pocket and pet James, trying to comfort him. I hope he is okay. I hope we stop soon so I can get far from Vernon. But alas, we didn't stop all day for food or drinks. Dudley complained he had to pee but Vernon yelled at him and made Dudley shut up rather quickly. I didn't say anything...but I really had to pee too.

We finally stopped outside of a gloomy looking hotel on the outskirts of a big city. Dudley, Harry, and me shared a room with two twin sized beds so I let harry sleep on the bed while I slept in the chair in the corner.

Dudley snored all night so it was rather hard to fall asleep so Harry just sat at the windowsill and looked down at the passing cars and street lights while I sat on the chair in the corner. I pull James out and set him on the arm of the chair.

I pet his head and then set him down. "Go find something to eat. I'm sure you're starving." I whisper to him and he scurries off. I sit down next to Harry and just hang there with him, looking down.

In the morning, we ate stale cornflakes and tinted tomatoes on toast down in the eating area. I turned and saw the owner of the hotel come over to our table holding two letters.

"'Scuse me, but is any of you Mr. H. Potter or Miss. I. Potter? I only got about two 'undred of these at the front desk." She said, holding up the letters so we can see them.

Mr. H. Potter
Room 17
Railview Hotel
Cokeworth

Miss. I. Potter
Room 17
Railview Hotel
Cokeworth

Me and Harry made a grab for the letters but Vernon knocked our hands away. "I'll take them." He said, standing up quickly and following her from the dining room. What is up with that old man? I shove some cornflakes and toast crumbs in my pocket for James who confides in my pocket for now.

Hours later, he drove us right into the middle of a forest. "Wouldn't it be better just to go home, dear?" Petunia suggested timidly and I rolled my eyes. He didn't answer her, instead he got out, looked around, shook his head, got back in the car, and drove off again. Same thing happened in the middle of a plowed field, halfway across a suspension bridge, and at the top of a multilevel parking garage.

"Daddy's gone mad, hasn't he?" Dudley asked Petunia while we were currently parked on the coast, locked in the car as Vernon disappeared. It started to rain and Dudley sniffled. "It's Monday. The Great Humberto's on tonight. I want to stay somewhere with a television." He said to his mother. Ugh, we have more important things to worry about you big wazzock!

Wait, tomorrow is Tuesday then. It'll be mine and Harry's 11th birthday. Our birthdays were never fun, like last year, Harry got a coat hanger and Vernon's old socks and I got an old towel and Petunia's empty perfume bottle. But still, you weren't eleven everyday.

I look at Harry and he looks at me. He remembers tomorrow too.

Vernon came back smiling like he just won the lottery. He was also carrying a long, thin package and didn't answer Petunia when she asked what he had bought. "Found the perfect place!" He said. "Come on! Everyone out!"

When we stepped out of the car, me and Harry instantly began shivering from the cold. Vernon pointed out at sea and I looked over to see a large rock way out there. Perched on top, I could see just the most miserable looking shack imaginable.

"Storm forecast for tonight!" Vernon said gleefully as he clapped his hands together and I turned my frozen glare to him. "And this gentlemen's kindly lend us his boat!"

A toothless old man came ambling up to us, with a rather wicked grin, and I took a step away from him as he stood beside an old rowboat bobbing in the iron-gray water below us.

"I've already got us some rations! So all aboard!" Vernon exclaimed.

"You don't actually expect us to go there, do you?" I ask him, somebody finally standing up to him, and he turned to me with an ice cold glare as his face turned purple while Petunia, Dudley, and Harry stared at me in shock. "You're gonna kill us in this weather!" I tell him as I rub my frozen arms.

He stormed up to me but didn't move to touch me. "You will all do as I say! Now get in the boat!" He growled at me and we all quickly scampered into the boat. He really has gone mad.

It was even more freezing in the boat. Icy sea spray in our faces and rain crept down our necks as a chilly wind whipped us. Me and Harry had to row and I was freezing as I had to continue to move my arms away from my body. I just hope James is warm enough.

After what seemed like forever, we reached the rock, where Vernon, slipping and sliding, led the way to the broken down house. When we reached inside, I took a step back in shock and disgust. It smelled strongly of seaweed, the wind whistled through the gaps in the wooden walls, and the fireplace was damp and empty. There were only two rooms in this whole place.

Vernon's rations turned out to be a bag of chips each and five bananas. I shoved two chips into my pocket for James, which he gladly ate up. Vernon tried to start a fire but the empty chip bags just smoked and shriveled up.

"Could do with some of those letters now, eh?" Vernon said cheerfully and I glared at him. He was in a very good mood. Obviously, he thought nobody stood a chance of reaching us here in a storm to deliver mail. I silently agreed, but it didn't cheer me up the way it had him.

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Chapters will be way longer from now on.

Wazzock - Someone so dumb they can only do manual labor