The Potter Twins

Chapter 3

Turned out that the letters for me and Harry were flooding the house and Uncle Vernon had enough of it so we were leaving for a while. That was why I was allowed out of my room/prison cell. But Uncle Vernon had gotten impatient with me walking over so he yanked me the rest of the way to the car. Causing me even more pain to my sore wrist that was still healing from being sprained. Since he grabbed that wrist.

So once everyone was in the car we were on the road. Uncle Vernon kept making hard turns and going back. But every time he did this he muttered something I couldn't hear. It was a quiet ride until Dudley started to complain that he was hungry and TV shows he was missing. Soon we came to a run down hotel. Where Uncle Vernon got a room with two good sized beds that could fit two comfortably as along they weren't a bed hog. Uncle Vernon assigned sleeping arrangements. Him and Aunt Petunia shared a bed, Dudley got a bed, Harry got the couch and I got the floor. This is probably due to the fact I won't give the letter that I have to him so he is still punishing me in any way possible.

That night I had a hard time falling asleep. So after a while of trying to go to sleep I got up and went over to the window. When I got closer I saw Harry was awake as well. He was staring outside the window. I figured that he was thinking about the letters.

"Thinking about the letters?" This made Harry jump because he didn't see me and didn't know I was awake. But when he looked at me and nodded I decided it was time to open the letter.

"Okay since the Dursley's are asleep and we are the only ones awake, I will open it. You in?" Harry nodded in agreement and walked over with me where my bag was. And grabbed it and headed to the bathroom with me. But when I got to the bathroom door I felt something grab my hair and yank really hard backwards. Harry turned around and paled and tried to run to hide the letter but he wasn't fast enough. Uncle Vernon got the letter and told Harry to go to sleep and not wanting to get into any more trouble he listened.

Uncle Vernon then turned to me and dragged me out to the car and told me to get into the trunk. And one thing about where we are it may be summer but it's super cold at night. I climbed and since I was able to grab my bag when Uncle Vernon wasn't looking and kept it hidden I had a pillow. And since I only had skirts and blouses I had nothing to help keep me warm. I rolled up in a corner and used my bag as a pillow and fell into a cold sleep.

That morning I was let out to have breakfast and to make myself look decent in public. And that morning I was really stiff and couldn't keep any heat no matter how many warm things I ate or with Harry wrapping an arm around me to try and share his warmth. It also didn't help that I started to catch a cold. And while we were eating breakfast the man that greeted us when we came in and said that he was looking for a Mr. and Miss Potter because he had a hundred letters each for them. Uncle Vernon turned red and said he would take them. After that he herded us into the car to get back on the road.

Soon I was alone in the last row of the car since it had three rows. Front, middle and back. I was there so no one else would get sick. Uncle Vernon was driving around in isolated areas looking for a place we could be where the writer couldn't send letters to me and Harry. And soon Uncle Vernon locked us in the car and walked off and was gone for a while. Soon he came back with a smile on his face with a long thin package he wouldn't  say what it was though. And now Uncle Vernon was having us get on a rowboat for me and Harry to row to a rock in the middle of the lake. And if I remember correctly he said there would be a storm tonight so no letters and the waves would be terrible on the way over there.

Once we got there everyone was soaked and shivering. And as for the food Uncle Vernon a bag of chips and a banana per person. As for sleeping Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon will get the bed in the other room. Dudley got the coach with the least moth eaten blankets while me and Harry had to share the smallest and most moth eaten blanket on the floor.