Wizards and Gods

Chapter 2 (Yer A Wizard Harry)

  Just like Uncle Vernon said, we didn't eat for a week. Well, that's what they thought. We did eat, but at night when we snuck out of our cupboard and into the kitchen.

  But now, one week later, Aunt Petunia was tugging at my hair with her bony fingers, Harry was fetching the mail, Uncle Vernon was reading the post, and Dudley was stuffing his mouth with as much food as he could find. Not to mention Harry's 'uniform' was being dyed gray behind me in the sink. It was really just Dudley's old clothes so my Aunt and Uncle didn't have to buy him an actual uniform. Pretty sad if you ask me-

  Harry came back with the probably bills and such, handing them to Uncle Vernon, while looking down at two more letters. I looked at him curious eyes as he began to open one. Dudley suddenly shot up, taking the letters from Harry. "Dad, look! Harry's got a letter!" He yelled, and I shook my head mentally. The kid couldn't even count to two. 

  "Hey! Give it back, it's mine!" Harry yelled back, obviously annoyed and angry. Aunt Petunia stepped out from behind me and over towards her husband and son. Dudley had his hands on one of Uncle Vernon's beefy shoulders, and Aunt Petunia's on the other. 

  Uncle Vernon laughed evilly. "Who would be writing to you?" He asked, flipping the slightly opened letter around to see. He glanced over at his wife once he had read the back and seen the seal. He ordered us to leave the room, even Dudley, who definitely wasn't used to this kind of treatment. Of course, Harry and Dudley played rock paper scissors shoot in order to see who would get to stand and listen through the door, and who had to lay on the floor in order to try and hear what they were saying. Dudley won, meaning that he got to stand. I couldn't care less, so I just sat on the stairs and waited. Harry would tell me anyway. 

(Sorry For the time skip, I'm just trying to get to the part where Harry and Mackenzie find out their a witch and wizard)

 Uncle Vernon has officially gone insane. He actually yelled at Dudley when he tried to take the tv with us to wherever we're headed, he wouldn't tell us. We were silent the whole way there, and Uncle Vernon kept taking sharp turns, causing everyone to jump and at one point, Dudley almost threw up all over Aunt Petunia. He missed her though, and the vomit went out the window. 

 The first night we spent at a hotel, but the owls and the letters found us, so we moved again. In the middle of the night. 

   It was freezing, and I only had Harry to hold onto for warmth. Not that I needed it, it was mainly Harry that was shivering. I was too, but not as badly. My skin radiates like a furnace, which is probably why the cold hardly affects me- even if I was just wearing a tank top and shorts. And if I'm being honest, I prefer the cold over the heat. 

  Uncle Vernon took us to a dock and had a conversation with a man. It started to drizzle and thunder as Uncle Vernon told us to get in the only boat, which was tiny compared to all of us. We somehow managed to squeeze into the tiny boat and Uncle Vernon began to row us to god knows where. 

  As we silently flowed across the sea I couldn't help but constantly look down at the deep and dark waters. I've always loved the ocean and swimming, even if I've only gone twice. Once for when we had to learn to swim, and once for Dudley's seventh birthday. 

  I reached my arm out over the side, my finger tips gently brushing the brutal waves, wishing badly for them to lighten up. I lifted my arm back up and observed my reflection through the large ripples. My dark hair wasn't brushed but wasn't messy. The light curls and waves rocked with the boat, causing them to bounce slightly. Freckles danced across my nose and cheeks with a light layer of blush barely visible underneath. Even in my reflection you could tell I was short and small- something people would judge me off of. I was about a head smaller than Harry and almost two smaller than Dudley. I was skinny, yes, but I wouldn't say I was scrawny. It was my eyes that always caught people's attention- my bright, icy blue ones, so unlike the rest of my family's. My eyes were my strength- when I'm trying to get something I want, I try and make them big, bold, and flirtatious. It works basically every single time.