No post on Sundays

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The Next day, Harry went to get the mail. He noticed two pieces of mail with our names on it. His eyes widened. He read " Mr. H. Potter. The cupboard under the stairs. 4, Privet Drive. Little Whinging, Surrey" He looked at mine and read " Ms. H. Potter. The cupboard under the stairs. 4, Privet Drive. Little Whinging, Surrey" His eyes widen. He walks into the kitchen handing the mail to Vernon and my letter to me. Dudley looks over at us as we rip open the top part of the letter. 

"Dad look! Hayley and Harry have got letters!" He snatches them from our hands, waving them around in the air. " Give it back those are ours!" yells Harry. Vernon chuckles. "Who would be writing to you?" He says hysterically. He turns the letters over. He looks at Petunia in concern. He shifts his vision to us. The next day, 4 more letters come through the letter box, Two for each of us. Vernon picks up our letters and starts ripping them up. The next day, Harry and I were in our cupboard reading. We hear drilling but think nothing of it.

 "No more mail through this letter box" says Vernon Happily. Harry and I peek out the cupboard door.  Annoyed at what Vernon's doing, We shut it again. The next day Vernon was heading out the door to go to work. Petunia kisses him goodbye and she spots four owls sitting on his car. Vernon turns around, He jumps in shock. "Shoo, Shoo!" He yells. Petunia taps him on the arm and points down at the letters. Hours later, You and Harry walk into the living room. You see Vernon throwing your letters in the fire. He notices you staring, he looks over at you and smiles. "Find this amusing do you?!" you yell at him in rage. Harry holds you back.

 "No Hayley, Its no use." Says Harry. You look at him and walk away. The next day is like any other day, You and Harry passing out cookies to Petunia and Dudley. "Fine day Sunday, In my opinion the best day of the week!" exclaims Vernon. "Why is that Dudley" asks Vernon. Dudley shrugs. What does that kid know? He only knows gifts and money. There is no knowledge in that brat of a child. 

"There is no post on Sundays" says Harry. "Right you are harry" Says Vernon as he takes a cookie. You turn your head towards the window and see an owl fly past. You tap Harry and you tell him what happened. He walks towards the curtain and pulls it to the side. You look outside and see the whole front lawn, the road, The sign indicating the street, they were everywhere. You and Harry look at each other, eyes widened, jaws dropped. Suddenly a letter flies out of the fire place and hits Vernon. You and Harry turn around quickly to see what happened. Suddenly the house starts shaking, You grab onto Harry's arm in fear.

Before you can blink letters start flying out of the fire place. You and Harry stand there laughing. You look at Harry motioning him to grab one. He jumps on the table to grab one, he manages to grab his. "Give me that letter!!" yells Vernon. You run before Harry so you can unlock the cupboard. You try to open it but it wont budge, Harry comes running and tries to help you, Vernon grabs him and tries to take the letter from Harry, "Stop its our letters!" you yell trying to loosen Vernon's grasp. 

"That's it! We're going away, Far away!" yells Vernon. The next day you go to a place in the middle of the ocean; A small cobblestone house sit on the rocks. It was thunder storming  that night, Vernon and Petunia take the bedroom upstairs, Dudley takes the couch downstairs, so you and Harry have to sleep on the floor. Harry draws a cake in the dust and Dudley's watch beeps at 12. "Happy birthday Hayley" says Harry. "Happy birthday Harry" you say. "lets make a wish" says Harry. You both make the same wish; To be Free.

 you blow out the 'candles' at the same time. Just then there is a bang at the door. You and Harry jump. There is another bang, you and Harry look at each other in fear. There is another bang, this time Dudley darted up from the bed, you and Harry hide behind a corner peering out. Vernon comes downstairs with a shut gun. Then the door falls over.



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