Chapter 2
A few days later Harry grabbed the mail from the door as I served breakfast, he brought in a stack of letters, but two caught my eye; they looked as though they were written with quill and ink and sealed with a wax stamp. Harry held them curiously sliding me one that was addressed to me, but it strangely even had the fact that I slept under the stairs, Dudley grabbed both mine and Harry's letters screaming about how we had them, Uncle Vernon asked something like 'who would send you letters?' when he turned the letter Aunt Petunia looked terrified and Dudley was confused, our uncle then ripped the letter up and threw us in our closet.
Over the next few days more and more letters started appearing and so did owls, Uncle Vernon was reaching every measure to ensure we never opened a single letter. I had theories that it was about our parents' fortune. I mean, they had to have left us something. On Sunday uncle Vernon looked crazy, he was so happy post never came on Sunday then. All the sudden letters where surrounding us, entering through the chimney and broke through the blocked of mail slot in the door, I ran to try and get a letter but Aunt Petunia grabbed my arms and pulled them behind my back as Uncle Vernon did the same to Harry then he yelled how we were all leaving.
Now is nearly midnight harry is drawing in the dirt in the floor we are sleeping on when the clock strikes midnight it will be me and Harry's 11th birthday, at 11:59 he calls me over, I then see he drew a cake with "HAPPY BIRTHDAY HARRY & (Y/N)" when we hear a beep from Dudley's watch we blow the dirt as though it was real, I turned and hugged Harry.
"Happy birthday (Y/N)," Harry whispers
"Happy birthday Harry," I say in return. The next thing I know there is a loud knock coming from the door, Uncle and Aunt come bursting down stairs with a gun the door is kicked down, and a large man with a long beard walks through, Harry hides and I stare frozen in shock.