Death eaters and Harry read the books

Letters from no one

"Narcissa would you like to read the next chapter?" Voldemort asks holding the book out to her.

She nods opens up the book to the right chapter and instantly starts reading without hesitation.

The escape of the Brazilian boa constrictor earned Harry his longest-ever punishment. By the time he was allowed out of his cupboard again, the summer holidays had started

This does cause her to pause for half a second you can tell that she's a good mother from this. But I give her a small smile to get her to continue so she does.

Harry was glad school was over, but there was no escaping Dudley's gang, who visited the house every single day. Piers, Dennis, Malcolm and Gordon were all big and stupid, but as Dudley was the biggest and stupidest of the lot, he was the leader. The rest of them were all quite happy to join in Dudley's favourite sport: Harry-hunting.

"All of them took part in this?' one of the LeStrange twins asks and I nod not really sure I want to speak.

This was why Harry spent as much time as possible out of the house, wandering around and thinking about the end of the holidays, where he could see a tiny ray of hope. When September came he would be going off to secondary school and, for the first time in his life, he wouldn't be with Dudley. Dudley had a place at Uncle Vernon's old school, Smeltings. Piers Polkiss was going there, too. Harry, on the other hand, was going to Stonewall High, the local comprehensive. Dudley thought this was very funny. 

It was especially how it eventually turned out. With me at the better school.

'They stuff people's heads down the toilet first day at Stonewall,' he told Harry. 'Want to come upstairs and practise?' 'No thanks,' said Harry. 'The poor toilet's never had anything as horrible as your head down it – it might be sick.' Then he ran, before Dudley could work out what he'd said.  

"A gryffindoor running? Well I suppose there's a first for everything." Bellatrix says to which I just roll my eyes.

They also carried knobbly sticks, used for hitting each other while the teachers weren't looking. This was supposed to be good training for later life

I probably got hit with that stick more times then anyone else is the thought I mull over by myself. I mean did I deserve it no did I still get it yes.

As he looked at Dudley in his new knickerbockers, Uncle Vernon said gruffly that it was the proudest moment of his life. Aunt Petunia burst into tears and said she couldn't believe it washer Ickle Dudleykins, he looked so handsome and grown-up. Harry didn't trust himself to speak. He thought two of his ribs might already have cracked from trying not to laugh.

"That funny Potter?" Greyback asks and I just grin in return. It was hilarious he looked so dumb

There was a horrible smell in the kitchen next morning when Harry went in for breakfast. It seemed to be coming from a large metal tub in the sink. He went to have a look. The tub was full of what looked like dirty rags swimming in grey water. 'What's this?' he asked Aunt Petunia. Her lips tightened as they always did if he dared to ask a question. 'Your new school uniform,' she said. Harry looked in the bowl again. 'Oh,' he said. 'I didn't realise it had to be so wet.' 

"Me being my delightful sarcastic self as I should be." I say my grin turning into a smirk worthy of a Slytherin.

'Don't be stupid,' snapped Aunt Petunia. 'I'm dyeing some of Dudley's old things grey for you. It'll look just like everyone else's when I've finished.' Harry seriously doubted this, but thought it best not to argue. He sat down at the table and tried not to think about how he was going to look on his first day at Stonewall High – like he was wearing bits of old elephant skin, probably. Dudley and Uncle Vernon came in, both with wrinkled noses because of the smell from Harry's new uniform. Uncle Vernon opened his newspaper as usual and Dudley banged his Smeltings stick, which he carried everywhere, on the table.