Chapter II- The Annoying Brat, Outbreak, and the Mysterious Illness
The trip to the cabin was short and long at the same time. At least Dudley slept the whole trip and didn't disturb me with his insidious murmurs about being hungry. It's amazing and bizarre that the more he eats, the hungrier he gets, and my lovely Aunt is happy to push more food into him.
The noise of the car stopping takes me out of my thoughts, and my aunt's thin voice calling Dudley makes me look out the window. The house was very simple but resembled a beautiful chalet, surrounded by trees which gives a feeling of tranquility and peace. At least this might stop me from completely freaking out...
Big mistake.
The night was peaceful and comfortable. My uncle gave me the third bedroom so he wouldn't have to see me much around the house, so I slept comfortably. The next day, my aunt woke me up to make breakfast with her, then she sent me away with toast and a glass of juice, telling me to get lost outside.
What I did with great pleasure. I sat on the bench near the trees enjoying the sunny morning until Dudley came out of the house with an annoying smile, the same smile he gives when he chases me with his friends. And here we go again, I got up from the bench and ran down the forest path with Dudley behind me, running until the house became a small dot behind me. Huffing irritably, I hid behind a tree. While I caught my breath, I saw Dudley run past me. This brat is already annoying me, and we haven't been here for a day.
I lean against the tree, taking a deep breath before heading towards my cousin's post. Eventually, I find a stream. I crouch down on the edge of it and wet my hands, enjoying the coolness of the water. I wash my face and wet my neck to cool off, then sit on the grass with my feet in the water. The peace that this place gives me is incredible. Not even at Hogwarts do I feel like this. That place that, in the early days, I considered a home and a safe place only brought me pain and suffering...
I only returned home at dusk, the cold winds making my skin crawl, prompting me to leave. When I came back, my uncle gave me a strange look, but I didn't say anything. I guess, as I haven't disturbed him with my "oddities," I have nothing to do with, he can't fight me.
I went directly to my room, took a shower, ate the cold soup that my aunt had left in my room, then slept.
And so, a slow and tedious week passed.
Now, at this very minute, it has been exactly twenty-four hours since I was "locked" in my room after pushing Dudley off a small cliff (in my defense, he deserved it, I didn't tell him to say derogatory things about Sirius), and he possibly broke his arm. I don't know if it really happened because they went to the hospital and haven't come back yet. This is due to the hospitals being overcrowded this week because of the disease that is spreading quickly everywhere. I don't know much about it, except that the symptoms are very high fever, cardiac arrest, and a lot of violence.
Authorities are saying to stay home, and if you see someone sick, run and call authorities as soon as possible. My uncles think it's silly and talk a lot about it. When they go to town, this is the most discussed topic. I witnessed two of these discussions. They're both big idiots. Dudley doesn't even care about it, with the internet and food; he doesn't care. And I have nothing to say.
I just hope I don't have to deal with these people...