I know it has been a long time since I updated and I'm Finley done. I have been having writers block and I'm trying to get rid of it so tell me how I did, I think a another reason it took so long was the fact I hate writing about the Dursleys I just hate it. I don't own Harry Potter or the Characters.

"Letters from No One," Remus read.

"How can you get letters from no one" Ron asked

"My dear brother I know that you're lacking, stuff in the head area, but we think, that you're smarter than that." The twins said, Ron glared at him, Harry looked like he was about to say something, Ginny, Hermione, and Luna was giggling, Ron turned to glare at them, but they still continued to giggle.

The escape of the Brazilian boa constrictor earned Harry his longest-ever punishment.

Everyone glared at that.

By the time he was allowed out of his cupboard again,

the summer holidays had started...

"How long were you in there?" Remus asked interrupting himself.

Harry shrugged he truly didn't know, "It hasn't happen yet."

"Oh, yea." Remus said embarrass, he said something that Sirius would say.

..and Dudley had already broken his new video camera, crashed his remote control airplane, and, first time out on his racing bike, knocked down old Mrs. Figg as she crossed Privet Drive on her crutches.

Harry was glad school was over, but there was no escaping Dudley's gang, who visited the house every single day.

"That's another thing to worry about aside from the Dursleys," James murmured.

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.

"Well that's smart, really smart." Molly said

"Follow the idiot and don't look back." the twins said with a smile.

Molly glared at her sons.

The rest of them were quite happy to join in Dudley's favorite sport: Harry Hunting.

"You know right now I'm craving some Dudley." James said with a wicked gleam in his eyes.

"Let's go Dudley hunting boys." Sirius said

"Just read." Lily whispered to Remus.

This was why Harry spent as much time as possible out of the house,

"Good idea." Mr. Granger said, "I do that when Jeans Mother comes over." Most of the boys Laughed, well Mrs. Granger hit him over the head.

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.

"Yep, Cause you're going to the best school in the world, Hogwarts!" The twins said. Everyone smiled or rolled their eyes at that.

Dudley had been accepted at Uncle Vernon's old school,

Smeltings.

Everyone laughed; no one could believe that there was a school called, smeltings.

"That must be the funniest name of a school, and I went to a school called Hogwarts." James laughed.

Piers Polkiss was going there too. Harry, on the other hand, was going to Stonewall High, the local public school.

"Nooo!" George said like he was a baby.

"You're going to go to Hogwarts." Fred said in the same voice

Dudley thought this was very funny.

"They stuff people's heads down the toilet the first day at Stonewall," he told Harry.

"Want to come upstairs and practice?"

"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.

Everyone laughed at that, this quit shy boy had a another side.

"5 points for the cheek, and -1 for running away." Sirius said

"Wow, I was right he does have your cheek." James said looking at lily while he said that.

One day in July, Aunt Petunia took Dudley to London to buy his Smeltings uniform, leaving Harry at Mrs. Figg's. Mrs. Figg wasn't as bad as usual. It turned out she'd broken her leg tripping over one her cats, and she didn't seem quite as fond of them as before.

"How can anyone be found of them." Sirius said with a shiver.

"What is your problem with cats?" Tonks asked her cousin "it's strange, very strange."

"We have no idea." Remus and James said a little to quickly

"Horrible, just horrible." Sirius said.

She let Harry watch television and gave him a bit of chocolate cake

that tasted as though she'd had it for several years.

That evening, Dudley paraded around the living room for the family in his brand-new uniform. Smeltings boys wore maroon tailcoats, orange knickerbockers, and flat straw hats called boaters.

"That's just horrible." Alice said with a disgusted look

They also carried knobby sticks, used for hitting each other while the teachers weren't looking.

"Who lets children do that?" Molly said

"Remember Molly-(Mrs. Weasley glared at Sirius)_ uh- I mean Mrs. Weasley, the books said behind the teachers back." Sirius said to Mrs. Weasley. Mrs. Weasley glared at Sirius, "who asked you?"

This was supposed to be good training for later life.

"HOW?" most of the room shouted.

"That is the most irresponsible thing I ever herd, and I know the Marauders!" Lily shouted

"Yeah- no wait, HEY!" The Marauders said.

As he looked at Dudley in his new knickerbockers, Uncle Vernon said gruffly that it was the proudest moment of his life.

"Seeing a slightly thinner version of himself waddling around in a very unstylish costume?" Sirius asked. "Go figure."

Aunt Petunia burst into tears

and said she couldn't believe it was her Ickle Dudleykins,

Everyone burst out laughing, they couldn't believe anyone would put up with that horrible nick name

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.

"Hold in there Harry you could laugh any other moment." James

"Surprisingly wise advice from Prongs, you could laugh any other time." Remus said. Harry nodded in understanding.

There was a horrible smell in the kitchen the 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.

"Harry how dare you to ask a question." The Twins said.

"I don't know what got into myself." Harry said. Everyone laughed.

"Your new school uniform," she said.

Harry looked in the bowl again.

"Oh," he said. "I didn't realize it had to be so wet."

"Don't be stupid,"

snapped aunt Petunia. "I'm dyeing some of Dudley's old things gray for you. It'll look like everyone else's when I've finished."

"Oh, I believe that I more likely look like an elephant, but that's just my opinion." Harry said while shrugging.

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.

"Wow, that was scary." The marauders and the twins said, they looked at Harry as if he came from an Alien planet.

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.

"His parents allowed that?" Molly asked with a scowl on her face.

They heard the click of the mail slot and flop of letters on the doormat.

"Get the mail, Dudley," said Uncle Vernon from behind his paper.

"He actually made him do something." Sirius said in shock. Most people were in shock in the room.

"Make Harry get it."

"Get the mail, Harry"

"He actually knows my name." Harry said in a surprise tune like he couldn't believe it.

"I guess we need to put this in the history books." Sirius said at a weak attempt to joke. James wacked him over his head, Remus rolled his eyes and continued to read.

"Make Dudley get it."

"Poke him with your Smeltings stick, Dudley."

Harry dodged the Smeltings stick and went to get the mail. Three things lay on the doormat: a postcard from Uncle Vernon's sister Marge, who was vacationing on the Isle of Wight, a brown envelope that looked like a bill and -a letter for Harry.

"Your Hogwarts letter." James smiled, with a proud look in his eyes.

Harry picked it up and stared at it, his heart twanging like a giant elastic band.
No one, ever, in his whole life, had written to him.

Who would? He had no friends, no other relatives...

"My poor baby, he has no friends." Lily hugged her blushing son closer to her. Harry would've wiggled out of it, but he liked that someone was treating him nice.

he didn't belong to the library so he'd never even got rude notes asking for books back. Yet, here it was, a letter, addressed so plainly there could be no mistake:

Mr. H. Potter
The Cupboard under the Stairs

4 Privet Drive Little Whining
Surrey

The envelope was thick and heavy, made of yellowish parchment, and the address was written in emerald-green ink.

There was no stamp.

Turning the envelope over, his hand trembling, Harry saw a purple wax seal bearing a coat of arms; a lion, an eagle, a badger and a snake surrounding a large letter 'H'.

"Ah, Hogwarts." The twins and the Marauders said at the same time.

"Hurry up, boy!" shouted Uncle Vernon from the kitchen. "What are you doing, checking for letter-bombs?"

He chuckled at his own joke.

Harry went back to the kitchen, still staring at his letter.

He handed Uncle Vernon the bill and the postcard, sat down and slowly began to open the yellow envelope.

"Pick up the pace, son." James said well gesturing to move faster.

"Why?" Harry asked with a worried expression looking at his dad.

"Dursley would see, and you wouldn't be able to read it." James answered Harry's question, Harry nodded.

Uncle Vernon ripped open the bill, snorted in disgust, and flipped over the postcard.

"Marge's ill," he informed Aunt Petunia. "Ate a funny whelk"

"Dad!" said Dudley suddenly. "Dad, Harry's got something!"

People were now mattering how to get revenge on the oversize pig.

Harry was on the point of unfolding his letter, which was written on the same heavy parchment as the envelope, when it was jerked sharply out of his hand by Uncle Vernon.

"HEY!" many people yelled, the marauders were saying cures under their breaths. Harry blushed. He wasn't use to people defending him, and caring for him.

"That's mine!" said Harry, trying to snatch it back.

"Who'd be writing to you?" sneered Uncle Vernon, shaking the letter open with one hand and glancing at it. His face went from red to green faster than a set of traffic lights.

And it didn't stop there. Within seconds it was the grayish white of old porridge.

"P-P-Petunia!" he gasped.

Dudley tried to grab the letter to read it,

but Uncle Vernon held it high out of his reach. Aunt Petunia took it curiously and read the first line. For a moment it looked as though she might faint.

She clutched her throat and made a choking noise.

"Vernon! Oh my goodness - Vernon"

"Drama queen." Lily glared, oh boy when she get her hands on her sister.

"She never changed." Snape said under his breath for no one can hear him, Snape wasn't talking about Petunia even if she never changed too, but he was taking about Lily the most gorgeous girl in the world.

They stared at each other, seeming to have forgotten that Harry and Dudley were still in the room. Dudley wasn't used to being ignored. He gave his father a sharp tap on the head with his Smeltings stick.

"What kind of father lets there child do that, if one of my children did that to me or Arthur, they get a spanking and sent to their room." Molly ranted looking at her children the whole time, they all nodded in understanding.

"I want to read that letter," he said loudly.

"Why?" Tonks said loudly, Harry shrugged, "He probably wondering why I'm getting a letter."

"I want to read it," said Harry furiously, "as it's mine."

"Get out both of you," croaked Uncle Vernon, stuffing the letter back inside its envelope.

Harry didn't move.

"I WANT MY LETTER!" he shouted.

"Lily's tempter." James coughed, Lily glared at him

"I do not have a tempter." Lily said angrily.

"You have a tempter and boy it is something you do not want to mess with." Sirius said, "I think it is the red hair that makes you explode." Lily glared at him; Sirius had a look of fear on his face, "Have I ever told you that your hair is beautiful." Lily nodded and was about to yell at Sirius even more, but at that point Remus took pity upon Sirius and started to read again.

"Let me see it!" demanded Dudley.

"OUT!" roared Uncle Vernon and he took both Harry and Dudley by the scruffs of their necks and threw them into the hall, slamming the kitchen door behind them.
Harry and Dudley promptly had a furious but silent fight over who would listen at the keyhole;

"GO HARY, GO HARR!" yelled the twins and the marauders.

Dudley won,

"UGH!" the pranksters in the room said.

"What, have you ever fought a baby killer whale before?" Harry said, they all nodded in agreement.

so Harry, his glasses dangling from one ear,

lay flat on his stomach to listen at the crack between the door and the floor.

"Vernon," Aunt Petunia was saying in a quivering voice, "look at the address - how could they possibly know where he sleeps?

You don't think they're watching the house"

"Watching - spying - might be following us,"

muttered Uncle Vernon wildly.

"Like we care enough to follow you." McGonagall said.

"But what should we do, Vernon? Should we write back? Tell them we don't want -"

Harry could see Uncle Vernon's shiny shoes pacing up and down the kitchen.

"No," he said finally. "No, we'll ignore it.

If they don't get an answer ... yes, that's best ... we won't do anything ..."

"But -"

"I'm not having one in the house, Petunia! Didn't we swear when we took him in we'd stamp out all that dangerous nonsense?"

Dumbledore eyes flared angrily but he didn't say anything about it.

That evening when he got back from work, Uncle Vernon did something he'd never done before; he visited Harry in his cupboard.

"Like visiting Harry in prison," James muttered.

"Where's my letter?" said Harry, the moment Uncle Vernon had squeezed through the door. "Who's writing to me?"

"No one. It was addressed to you by mistake,"

said Uncle Vernon shortly. "I have burned it."

"It was not a mistake," said Harry angrily.

"It had my cupboard on it"

"SILENCE!" yelled Uncle Vernon, and a couple of spiders fell from the ceiling. He took a few deep breaths and then forced his face into a smile,

which looked quite painful.

"It probably is." Harry said under his breath.

"Er- yes, Harry - about this cupboard. Your aunt and I have been thinking...you're really getting a bit big for it...

we think it might be nice if you moved into Dudley's second bedroom."

The room was silent, then—

"SECOND BEDROOM?" exclaimed lily angrily putting a protective arm around her son "THEY HAD A SECOND BEDROOM AND HE HAD TO SLEEP IN A CUPBOARD? DURSLEY IS DEAD!"

"Why?" said Harry.

"Don't question it pup." Sirius said

"Don't ask questions!" snapped his uncle. "Take this stuff upstairs, now." The Dursleys' house had four bedrooms: one for Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia, one for visitors (usually Uncle Vernon's sister, Marge),

one where Dudley slept and one where Dudley kept all the toys and things that wouldn't fit into Dudley's first bedroom.

"That's ridicules; they shouldn't have gotten him all those toys." Molly screeched

It only took Harry one trip upstairs to move everything he owned from the cupboard into his room. He sat down on the bed and stared around him.

Nearly everything in here was broken.

"They should've thrown them all away!" shrieked molly.

The month-old cine-camera was lying on top of a small, working tank Dudley had once driven over next door's dog; in the corner was Dudley's first-ever television set, which he'd put his foot through when his favorite program had been cancelled; there was a large birdcage which had once held a parrot that Dudley had swapped at school for a real air-rifle, which was up on a shelf with the end all bent because Dudley had sat on it.

Everyone laughed hard, even Snape's and Moody's lips twitched up ward.

Other shelves were full of books. They were the only things in the room that looked as though they'd never been touched.

"Of course, not," sighed Minerva. "No one ever does."

From downstairs came the sound of Dudley bawling at his mother: "I don't want him in there ... I need that room

... Make him get out ..."

"Brat." "Baby." "You need it?" was heard all around the room.

Harry sighed and stretched out on the bed. Yesterday he'd have given anything to be up here. Today he'd rather be back in his cupboard with that letter than up here without it.

Next morning at breakfast, everyone was rather quiet. Dudley was in shock. He'd screamed, whacked his father with his Smeltings stick, been sick on purpose,

"What a brat!" Molly said everyone was surprised because this women was the most caring, loving women they know.

kicked his mother and thrown his tortoise through the greenhouse roof

and he still didn't have his room back. Harry was thinking about this time yesterday and bitterly wishing he'd opened the letter in the hall.

Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia kept looking at each other darkly.

When the post arrived, Uncle Vernon, who seemed to be trying to be nice to Harry, made Dudley go and get it.

They heard him banging things with his Smeltings stick all the way down the hall. Then he shouted, "There's another one!

Mr. H. Potter, The Smallest Bedroom, 4 Privet Drive -"

With a strangled cry, Uncle Vernon leapt from his seat and ran down the hall, Harry right behind him. Uncle Vernon had to wrestle Dudley to the ground to get the letter from him, which was made difficult by the fact that Harry had grabbed Uncle Vernon around the neck from behind.

"That must have been funny to see." Sirius said shaking his head.

After a minute of confused fighting, in which everyone got hit a lot by the Smelting stick,

Uncle Vernon straightened up, gasping for breath, with Harry's letter clutched in his hand.

"Go to your cupboard - I mean, your bedroom," he wheezed at Harry. "Dudley - go - just go"

Harry walked round and round his room. Someone knew he had moved out of his cupboard and they seemed to know he hadn't received his first letter. Surely that meant they'd try again? And this time he'd make sure they didn't fail. He had a plan.

The Marauders groaned, "What?" Harry asked them.

"If you're anything like James the plans will fail horribly." Remus said well the other Marauders nodding their heads in agreement.

The repaired alarm clock rang at six o'clock the next morning. Harry turned it off quickly and dressed silently. He mustn't wake the Dursleys. He stole downstairs without turning on any of the lights.

He was going to wait for the postman on the corner of Privet Drive and get the letters for number four first.

His heart hammered as he crept across the dark hall towards the front door -
"AAAAARRRGH"

Harry leapt into the air - he'd trodden on something big and squashy on the doormat –

something alive!

Everyone laughed.

"You stepped on Dursley!" Sirius said excited.

After a well after everyone calmed down, Remus continued to read.

Lights clicked on upstairs and to his horror Harry realized that the big squashy something had been his uncle's face. Uncle Vernon had been lying at the foot of the front door in a sleeping bag, clearly making sure that Harry didn't do exactly what he'd been trying to do. He shouted at Harry for about half an hour and then told him to go and make a cup of tea.

Harry shuffled miserably off into the kitchen, and by the time he got back, the post had arrived, right into Uncle Vernon's lap. Harry could see three letters addressed in green ink.
"I want -" he began, but Uncle Vernon was tearing the letters into pieces before his eyes.

Uncle Vernon didn't go to work that day. He stayed at home and nailed up the letter-box.

"See," he explained to Aunt Petunia through a mouthful of nails, "if they can't deliver, they'll just give up"

"I'm not sure that'll work, Vernon"

"Oh, these people's minds work in strange ways, Petunia,

they're not like you and me,"

"Amen to that," Alice said.

said Uncle Vernon, trying to knock in a nail with the piece of fruitcake Aunt Petunia had just brought him.

"He is Madder than we thought." Sirius said, everyone nodded in agreement.

On Friday, no fewer than twelve letters arrived for Harry. As they couldn't go through the letter-box they had been pushed under the door,

slotted through the sides and a few even forced through the small window in the downstairs bathroom.

Uncle Vernon stayed at home again. After burning all the letters, he got out a hammer and nails and boarded up the cracks around the front and back doors so no one could go out.

He hummed 'Tiptoe through the Tulips' as he worked, and jumped at small noises.

"He is mad." Little tiny Ginny said the first time since starting the book.

On Saturday, things began to get out of hand. Twenty-four letters to Harry found their way into the house, rolled up and hidden inside each of the two dozen eggs that their very confused milkman had handed Aunt Petunia through the living-room window.

While Uncle Vernon made furious telephone calls to the post office and the dairy trying to find someone to complain to, Aunt Petunia shredded the letters in her food processor.

"Who on earth wants to talk to you this badly?" Dudley asked Harry in amazement.

"A lot of people." Ron said nodding with big wide eyes.

On Sunday morning, Uncle Vernon sat down at the breakfast table looking tired and rather ill, but happy.

"No post on Sunday's,"

he reminded them happily as he spread marmalade on his newspapers, "no damn letters today -"

"We don't follow Muggle post." Laughed James.

"Really? That is intriguing." Mr. Granger said with excitement in his voice.

"We use an owl to send our mail." Mr. Weasley said, Mr. Granger nodded with a thoughtful look in his eyes.

Something came whizzing down the kitchen chimney as he spoke and caught him sharply on the back of the head. Next moment, thirty or forty letters came pelting out of the fireplace like bullets. The Dursleys ducked, but Harry leapt into the air trying to catch one.

"Why didn't you just pick one off the floor" Hermione said with a raised eyebrow, Harry shrugged he didn't know why.

"Out! OUT!" Uncle Vernon seized Harry around the waist and threw him into the hall.

Everyone growled.

When Aunt Petunia and Dudley had run out with their arms over their faces, Uncle Vernon slammed the door shut. They could hear the letters still streaming into the room, bouncing off the walls and floor.

"That does it," said Uncle Vernon, trying to speak calmly but pulling great tufts out of his moustache at the same time. "I want you all back here in five minutes, ready to leave.

We're going away. Just pack some clothes. No arguments!"

He looked so dangerous with half his mustache missing

that no one dared argue. Ten minutes later they had wrenched their way through the boarded-up doors and were in the car, speeding towards the motorway. Dudley was sniffling in the back seat; his father had hit him round the head

for holding them up while he tried to pack his television, video and computer in his sports bag.

Every snorted.

They drove. And they drove. Even Aunt Petunia didn't dare ask where they were going. Every now and then Uncle Vernon would take a sharp turning and drive in the opposite direction for a while.

"Shake 'em off ... shake 'em off," he would mutter whenever he did this.

"Mad, just mad." Tonks said shaking her haed.

They didn't stop to eat or drink all day. By nightfall Dudley was howling. He'd never had such a bad day in his life.

He was hungry, he'd missed five television programs

he'd wanted to see and he'd never gone so long without blowing up an alien on his computer.

"Welcome to my world Dud." Harry said.

Uncle Vernon stopped at last outside a gloomy-looking hotel on the outskirts of a big city. Dudley and Harry shared a room with twin beds and damp, musty sheets. Dudley snored

but Harry stayed awake, sitting on the window-sill, staring down at the lights of passing cars and wondering...

"Wondering what." Sirius asked, Harry shrugged.

They ate stale cornflakes and cold tinned tomatoes on toast for breakfast the next day. They had just finished when the owner of the hotel came over to their table.

"Why?" Sirius asked, no one paid attention to him.

"'Scuse me, but is one of you Mr. H. Potter?

Only I got about an 'undred of these at the front desk"
She held up a letter so they could read the green ink address:

Mr. H. Potter
Room 17 Railview Hotel
Cokeworth

Harry made a grab for the letter but Uncle Vernon knocked his hand out of the way. The woman stared.
"I'll take them," said Uncle Vernon quickly, standing up quickly and following her from the dining-room.

"Wouldn't it be better just to go home, dear?" Aunt Petunia suggested timidly,

"She knows it won't stop, she knows a little about the wizarding world, even if she pertains that it is not real." Lily said.

"She learned from eavesdropping and you." Snape mumbled under his breath so no one could hear him; he kept his eyes on Lily the whole time.

hours later, but Uncle Vernon didn't seem to hear her.

Exactly what he was looking for, none of them knew. He drove them into the middle of a forest, got out, looked around, shook his head, got back in the car and off they went again.
The same thing happened in the middle of a ploughed field, halfway across a suspension bridge and at the top of a multilevel parking garage.

"Daddy's gone mad, hasn't he?"

"If he noticed, then you know he is truly mad." Sirius said.

Every laughed at that.

Dudley asked Aunt Petunia dully late that afternoon.

Uncle Vernon had parked at the coast, locked them all inside the car and disappeared.

It started to rain. Great drops beat on the roof of the car. Dudley sniveled.

"It's Monday," he told his mother. "The Great Humberto's on tonight. I want to stay somewhere with a television."

Monday. This reminded Harry of something. If it was Monday -and you could usually count on Dudley to know the days of the week, because of television - then tomorrow, Tuesday, was Harry's eleventh birthday.

"Happy birthday Harry!" The marauders and the twins said, "It's not my birthday." Harry said.

Of course, his birthdays were never exactly fun -last year, the Dursleys had given him a coat-hanger and a pair of Uncle Vernon's old socks.

Still, you weren't eleven every day.

The women smiled at that this boy is so cute.

Uncle Vernon was back and he was smiling.

"Not a good sign." James said.
"Thank you captain obvious." Lily said.

He was also carrying a long, thin package and didn't answer Aunt Petunia when she asked what he'd bought.

"Found the perfect place!" he said. "Come on! Everyone out!"

It was very cold outside the car. Uncle Vernon was pointing at what looked like a large rock way out to sea.

Perched on top of the rock was the most miserable little shack you could imagine. One thing was certain, there was no television in there.

"Storm forecast for tonight!" said Uncle Vernon gleefully, clapping his hands together.

"He's insane!" Frank exclaimed

"And this gentleman's kindly agreed to lend us his boat!"

A toothless old man came ambling up to them, pointing, with a rather wicked grin, at an old rowing boat bobbing in the iron-grey water below them.

"Well, that is very great. Isn't?" Hermione said.

"I've already got us some rations," said Uncle Vernon, "so all aboard"

It was freezing in the boat. Icy sea spray and rain crept down their necks and a chilly wind whipped their faces. After what seemed like hours they reached the rock, where Uncle Vernon, slipping and sliding, led the way to the broken-down house.

The inside was horrible; it smelled strongly of seaweed, the wind whistled through the gaps in the wooden walls and the fire-place was damp and empty. There were only two rooms.

"If you get a cold I'll kill the Dursleys." Lily growled.

"Don't mess with mama dog." Sirius said.

Uncle Vernon's rations turned out to be a packet of crisps each and four bananas. He tried to start a fire but the empty crisp packets just smoked and shriveled up.

"Could do with some of those letters now eh?" he said cheerfully.

"Now that is just curl." Ron said, the Twins patted him on the back "you said it little bro"

He was in a very good mood. Obviously he thought nobody stood a chance of reaching them here in a storm to deliver post.

Harry privately agreed, though the thought didn't cheer him up at all.

"Yeah that is not very cheer thought." Charlie said shaking his head.

"Don't be sad Harry; there is always a silver lining, behind the gray sky." Luna said, everyone looked at the strange girl with worried expression.

As night fell, the promised storm blew up around them. Spray from the high waves splattered the walls of the hut and a fierce wind rattled the filthy windows. Aunt Petunia found a few moldy blankets in the second room and made up a bed for Dudley on the moth-eaten sofa.

She and Uncle Vernon went off to the lumpy bed next door and Harry was left to find the softest bit of floor he could find and to curl up under the thinnest, most ragged blanket.

"Of course, my son sleeps under the most ragged blanket." Lily glared.

The storm raged more and more ferociously as the night went on. Harry couldn't sleep. He shivered and turned over, trying to get comfortable, his stomach rumbling with hunger. Dudley's snores were drowned by the low rolls of thunder that started near midnight. The lighted dial of Dudley's watch, which was dangling over the edge of the sofa on his fat wrist, told Harry he'd be eleven in ten minutes' time.

"Happy birthday Harry!" the marauders and the twins said. "it is not my birthday." Harry said.

He lay and watched his birthday tick nearer, wondering if the Dursleys would remember at all,

"Probably not." Sirius said

wondering where the letter-writer was now.

"At Hogwarts probably." Bill said.

Five minutes to go. Harry heard something creak outside.

He hoped the roof wasn't going to fall in, although it might be warmer if it did. Four minutes to go. Maybe the house in Privet Drive would be so full of letters when they got back that he'd be able to steal one somehow.

Three minutes to go. Was that the sea, slapping hard on the rock like that? And (two minutes to go) what was that funny crunching noise? Was the rock crumbling into the sea?

"I hope not." Lily fretted, hugging Harry tight against her chest.

One minute to go and he'd be eleven. Thirty seconds ... twenty seconds ... ten - nine - maybe he'd wake Dudley up, just to annoy him...

"You should that would be so funny." Sirius said.

"What happens if the pig calls his parents for help?" Lily said with a raised eyebrow, Sirius shrugged

...three...two...one...

BOOM.

The whole shack shivered and Harry sat bolt upright, staring at the door. Someone was outside, knocking to come in.

"I wonder who it is." James asked a little worried for his son.

"Who would like to read next?" Remus asked the quit room, Sirius was about to raise his when Frank said, "I would."

"You did that on purpose." Sirius said with a pout.

Frank smiled "maybe, maybe not."

Frank cleared his throat and read, "The Keeper of Keys."

Tell me how I did, I know I rushed it, but tell me. If you have any ideas I would love to hear them. Review good or bad just be nice.

-wolfmoon12