THE LETTER 2

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 are watching the house?"watching.... Spying..... Might be following us, muttered Uncle Vernon wildly."But what should we do,Vernon?should we write back?Tell them we don't want...... Harry could see Uncle Vernon's shiny black shoes pacing up and down the kitchen."No", he said finally. No, we will ignore it. If they don't get an answer.... Yes, that's best.... We won't do anything..... But..... "I am not having one in the house, petunia!Didn't we swear when we took him in we had stamp out that dangerous nonsense? That evening when he got back from work, Uncle Vernon did something he had never done before. He visited Harry in his cupboard. "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 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.Er........ Yes,Harry... About this cupboard. Year aunt and I have been thinking.. You am are really getting a bit big for it...we think it.... We think it might be nice if you moved into Dudley's second bedroom."why? "Said Harry."Don't ask questions! Snapped Uncle. Take this stuff upstairs, now. The Dursley's house had four bedroom :one for Uncle Vernon and Aunt petunia,one where Dudley slept, and one where Dudley kept all the toys and things that couldn't fit into his first bedroom. It only took Harry one trip upstair to move everything he owned from the cupboard to this room. He sat down on the bed and stared around him. Nearly everything in here was broken.The month old video camera was lying on top of a small, working tank Dudley had once driven over the next door neighbors dog.In the corner was Dudley's first ever television set, which he had put his foot through when his favorite program had been canceled, there was a large birdcage, which had once held a perrot 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. Other shelves were full of books.They were the only thing in the room that looked as though they had never been touched. From down stairs came the sound of Dudley bewling at his mother, I don't want him in there....... I need that room..... Make him get out.... Harry sighed and stretched out on the bed. Yesterday he had have given anything to be up here. Today he had rather be back in his cupboard with that letter than up here without it. Next morning at breakfast, everyone was rather quite. Dudley was in shock. He had screamed whacked his father with his smelting stick, been sick on purpose, 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 had opened the letter in the hall. Uncle Vernon and Aunt petunia kept looking at each other darkly. When the mail arrived, Uncle Vernon, who seemed to be trying to be nice to Harry made Dudley to get it. They heard him banging things with his smelting 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. After minutes 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 around and round his new 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 had make sure they didn't fail. He had a plan. The repaired alarm clock rang at six o'clock the next morning. Harry turned if 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 post man on the corner of privet Drive and got the letters for number four first. His heart hammered as he crept across the dark hall toward the front door.... Harry leapt into the air, he had trodden on something big and squashy on the doormat something alive! Light clicked on upstairs and to his horror Harry realize that the big, squashy something had been his uncle's face.Uncle vernon been lying at the foot of the front door in a sleeping bag, clearly making sure that Harry didn't do exactly what he had 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 boy the time he got back, the mail 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 letter into pieces before his 👀 eyes, Uncle vernon didn't go to work that day. He stayed at home and nailed up the mail slot. See, he explained to Aunt petunia through a mouthful of nails,''if they can't deliver them they will just give up. "I am not sure that will work, vernon. "Oh, these people's mind work in strange ways, petunia, they are not like you and me, said uncle vernon, trying to knock in a nail with the piece of fruitcake Aunt petunia had just brought him. On Friday, no less than twelve letters arrived for Harry. As they couldn't go through the mail slot they had been pushed under the doors, 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''On Saturday, things began to get out of hand. Twenty-four letter 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 diary trying to find someone to complain to, Aunt petunia. shredded the letters in her food processor.