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Outside, some time later. An owl flies by the house and drops a letter, which zooms in the letterbox. It lands away from the house and hoots. Harry and I, inside, go to collect the mail. We sort through the letters and see ours, addressed to us. We look at each other and I take the one addressed to me.

Miss Amelia Potter
The Cupboard Under the Stairs
4 Privet Drive
Little Whining

We go into the kitchen, hand Vernon the rest of the mail, and walk around the other side of the table to see out letters.

"Ah, Marge is ill. Ate a funny whelk." Vernon informs us.

I lean over to Harry. "Serves her right. She's a dreadful woman." We smile as we start to open our letters.

Dudley sees out letters. He runs and grabs them. "Dad, look! Harry and Amelia got letters!!"

"Hey, give it back!" I yell.

"They're ours!" Harry adds.

"Yours? Who'd be writing to you?" Vernon laughs. The family gathers to look at the address. There is a broken seal on the letter. The family looks up at us and Vernon gulps. "This does not concern you."

"What do you mean?" Harry questions.

"They have our names on it! I think it bloody concerns us!" I yell in anger.

"Never mind that. To your room, now." He tells us both.

"But-" we both start to argue but Petunia puts her hand up to stop us.

"Go now!" She instructs and we both stomp off to our room.

"What was that all about?" I ask Harry.

"I don't know. But I want to."

"Well, me too. Think we'll get another?"

"I hope so."


Another owl flies by with a letter and drops it off. Inside, Vernon grabs a handful of letters and rips them up. In the closet, Harry and I hear a whirring noise. We look out at Vernon drilling wood over the letterbox opening.

"No more mail through this letterbox." He says with a malicious grin.


Outside, Vernon and Petunia walk out to the car. Vernon is about to head off to work. Petunia kisses his cheek.

"Have a lovely day at the office, dear." She stops, looks and sees a bunch of owls. Her face shows horror, and as soon as Vernon sees what she sees me immediately begins to wave his arms around.

"Shoo! Go on!"


Vernon is tossing letters into the fireplace. Harry and I come around the corner and Vernon grins evilly and tosses more in.

"Can we at least know who's sending them?" I ask.

My uncle holds out one of the letters like he's going to hand it to me. I reach to grab it but he pulls it back and tosses it in the fire with a laugh. I roll my eyes and head to the kitchen to grab a glass of water.


The family is sitting around the living room, Harry is serving cookies them cookies as I pour them all a cup of tea.

"Fine day Sunday. In my opinion, best day of the week." Vernon says with a grin on his face. Then looks to our cousin, "Why is that, Dudley?"

Dudley shrugs.

Handing a cookie to Vernon, Harry replies, "Because there's no post on Sunday?"

"Ah, right you are, Harry. No post on Sunday. Hah! No blasted letters today. No, sir."

I see a shadow outside the window. Outside, millions of owls are perched. I walk over to the window to get a closer look, Harry follows. We look at each other, trying to hide our excitement.

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