No letters

The boa constrictor leakage Harry brought him the longest punishment of his life.
When he was given permission to leave his cupboard had already started
summer vacation and Dudley had broken his new video camera, got to
Remote control his plane crashed and in the first exit he did with his
racing bike, he had hit the old lady Figg when
He crossed Privet Drive on her crutches.
Harry was glad school was over, but there was
way of escaping Dudley's gang, who visited the house every day. Piers,
Dennis, Malcolm, and Gordon were all big and stupid, but as Dudley
It was the biggest and stupidest of all, he was the boss. Others felt
very happy to play Dudley's favorite sport: Harry hunt
That's why Harry spent as much time as possible outside result
house, wandering around and thinking about the holiday weekend,
when there may be a glimmer of hope: in September would study
secondary and for the first time in his life, he would not go to the same class as his cousin.
Dudley had a square in the old school of Uncle Vernon, Smelting. Piers
Polkiss also go there. Harry instead go to high school
Stonewall, area. Dudley was so much fun.
There, in Stonewall, put their heads in the toilet people first
Day said Harry. Want to come up and test?
No, thanks, 'said Harry. The poor have never had toilets
to endure anything as horrible as your head may feel dizzy. Then
He ran before Dudley could understand what he had said.

One day in July, Aunt Petunia took Dudley to London to
Smelting buy her uniform, leaving Harry at Mrs. Figg.
That was not as bad as usual. Mrs. Figg had
fractured leg tripping over a cat and did not seem so fond
them as before. He let Harry see television and gave him a piece of
chocolate cake, the taste, it seemed he had been saved
for years.
That evening, Dudley paraded around the room, in the family, in uniform
again. Smelting boys wore dark red coat, pants
orange and straw hat, stiff and flat. They also carried canes
knotted, they used to fight when teachers did not see them.
They must think that this was a good training for later life.
As he looked at Dudley in his new trousers, Uncle Vernon said
hoarsely that it was the proudest moment of his life. Aunt Petunia
she burst into tears and said she could not believe that was his small
Dudley, so handsome and grown. Harry did not dare to speak. He believed that he
they would break the ribs of the effort made not to laugh.
The next morning when Harry went to have breakfast, a smell
terrible flooding throughout the kitchen. It seemed to come from a large metal bucket
I was in the sink. He went to look. The bucket was full of what
They seemed gray dirt floating in water.
What is that? He asked Aunt Petunia. The woman pursed her lips,
as he always did when Harry dared to ask a question.
Your new school uniform said.
Harry looked in the bowl.
'Oh,' he said. I did not know I had to be wet.
Do not be stupid Aunt Petunia said angrily. I'm dyeing gray
some old things in Dudley. When finished, it will be like those of the
de plus.
Harry had serious doubts that were so, but thought it best not
discuss. He sat at the table and tried not to imagine how it would look on
his first day of high school Stonewall. Certainly it seems that
leather seats wore pieces of an old elephant.
Dudley and Uncle Vernon came in, both wrinkling her nose because of the smell
Harry's new uniform. Uncle Vernon opened, as always, his newspaper and
Dudley hit the table with his cane at school, carrying everywhere.
Everyone heard the noise in the mailbox and letters that fell on the mat.
Bring correspondence, Dudley said Uncle Vernon, behind her
newspaper.

Which go Harry
Bring the letters, Harry.
Which do Dudley.
-Pégale With your stick, Dudley.
Harry dodged and went to get the mail. There were three letters
on the doormat: a postcard Marge, Uncle Vernon's sister, who was
holiday on the Isle of Wight; a brown color, which looked like a bill,
and a letter to Harry.
Harry picked it up and stared at her, his heart vibrating like a
giant rubber band. No one, ever, in his life, had written to him.
Who could it be? He had no friends or relatives. It was not even partner
the library, so I never received notes that they should claim him
returning books. However, there was a letter addressed to him in a
so clearly there was no mistaking.
Mr. H. Potter
Cupboard under the stairs
Privet Drive, 4
Little Whinging
Surrey
The envelope was thick and heavy, made of yellowish parchment, and the
address was written in emerald green ink. He did not seal.
With trembling hands, Harry turned it over to the envelope and saw a seal
Sealing purple with a coat of arms: a lion, an eagle, a badger and
snake surrounding a large letter H.
-¡Date Hurry, boy! She cried Uncle Vernon from the kitchen. What are you
doing, checking for letter bombs? He laughed at his own joke.
Harry returned to the kitchen, still staring at his letter. He handed Uncle
Vernon postal and invoice, sat down and slowly began to open the envelope
yellow.
Uncle Vernon broke over the bill, snorted in disgust and took a
Look at the postcard.
Marge is sick he informed Aunt Petunia. Apparently he ate something
disrepair.

Papa! Dudley said suddenly. Dad, Harry's got something!
Harry was about to unfold his letter, which was written in the
same parchment envelope, when Uncle Vernon snatched it from his hand.
-it's Mine! said Harry; trying to recover.
Who will write to you? she said scornfully Uncle Vernon,
opening the letter with one hand and glancing. His face went from
red to green with the same speed as the traffic lights. And I dont know
He stops there. In seconds it acquired a grayish white bowl of oatmeal
dry cooked.
-¡Pe ... Pe ... Petunia! he snorted.
Dudley tried to grab the letter to read it, but Uncle Vernon held it very
high, out of reach. Aunt Petunia took it curiously and read the first
online. For a moment seemed about to faint. She pressed the
throat and moaned.
-¡Vernon! Oh, my God ... Vernon!
They looked as if they had forgotten that Harry and Dudley were still
there. Dudley was not used to not to do to him. He hit his
father in the head with his Smelting stick.
I want to read that letter said loudly.
'I'm the one who wants to read Harry said angrily. it's mine.
Get out of here, both croaked Uncle Vernon, stuffing the letter in the
on.
Harry did not move.
'I want MY LETTER! he shouted.
'Let me see it! he demanded Dudley
Get out! He shouted Uncle Vernon, and taking Harry and Dudley by the neck,
he threw them into the hall and closed the kitchen door. Harry and Dudley started
a struggle, but quietly furious to see who spied for the keyhole.
It Dudley won, so Harry, his glasses dangling from one ear, dropped to
I tend to listen to the crack between the door and the floor.
-Vernon 'Said Aunt Petunia, a trembling voice, looking at the envelope. How
you may know where he sleeps? They will be watching the house, right?
-Vigilando, Spying ... So they may be following muttered Uncle
Vernon, agitated.
But what can we do, Vernon? Would you answer? We say we do not want ...
Harry could see the shiny black shoes Uncle Vernon coming and
coming from the kitchen.
No, he said finally. No, we do not listen to them. If you do not receive a
answer ... Yes, that's the best ... we Do not do anything ...
But ...
-¡No Think to have one of them in the house, Petunia! Did not we swear
when we receive and we destroy this dangerous nonsense?
That night, when he returned from work, Uncle Vernon did something that no
I had never done: he visited Harry in his cupboard.
Where's my letter? said Harry, the moment Uncle Vernon
He passed with difficulty through the door. Who wrote me?
Nobody. It was addressed to you by mistake Uncle Vernon said sharply.
I burned.
No was a mistake, 'said Harry angrily. It was my cupboard on the envelope.
Silence! He shouted Uncle Vernon, and a spider fell from the ceiling.
He breathed deeply, then smiled, trying to do so
It seemed to feel pain.
Ah, yes, Harry, in what refers to the cupboard ... Your aunt and I were
thinking ... really are too old for this ... We thought it would be
well you move to the second bedroom Dudley
-why? Harry said
-¡No Not ask questions! he exclaimed. Take your things up right now.
The Dursleys had four bedrooms: one for Uncle Vernon and Aunt
Petunia, one for visitors (usually Marge, Vernon's sister) in
Dudley slept third and last kept all the toys and things
They not fit therein. On one trip Harry moved all that
It belonged, from his new bedroom cupboard. He sat on the bed and looked
around. There almost everything was broken. The camcorder was on a shopping
Dudley fighter once he made them on the neighbor's dog, and in one corner
was the first television Dudley, who kicked when they left
issuing his favorite show. There was also a large cage that once
He was inside a parrot, but Dudley changed in college by an air rifle
tablet, which at that time was on a shelf with a crooked tip,
because Dudley had sat on it. The rest of the shelves were
full of books. It was all that seemed that had never been touched.
From below came the sound of Dudley screaming for his mother.

No I want to be there ... I need that room ... Throw ...
Harry sighed and stretched out on the bed. The day before he would have any
anything to be in that room. But now he preferred to return to
your pantry with the letter to be there without her.
The next morning at breakfast, everyone was very quiet.
Dudley was in shock. She had screamed, had stuck to his
father Smelting cane, had gone bad on purpose, he had
He kicked his mother, turtle thrown from the roof of the greenhouse, and
still he did not get them to return your room. Harry was thinking
the day before, and he thought bitterly wish I'd opened the letter in the
lobby. Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia looked mysteriously.
When mail, Uncle Vernon, who seemed to make efforts to be reached
nice to Harry, he made it Dudley. Heard hitting things with your
cane on his way to the door. Then he shouted.
'There's another one! Mr. H. Potter, The Smallest Bedroom, Privet Drive,
4 ...
With a strangled cry, Uncle Vernon got up from his seated and ran to the
lobby with Harry following him. There he had to struggle with your child to take
The letter, which was difficult because Harry pulled his neck. After
a moment of confused fighting, in which all were beaten cane, man
Vernon straightened Harry crumpled the letter in his hand, gasping for
catch your breath.
'Go to your cupboard, I mean your bedroom to Harry said while
gasp. And Dudley .. Go ... Go away.
Harry walked in circles for his new room. Someone knew that
he had left his cupboard and seemed to know that he had not received his
first letter. Does that mean they'd try again? Well next
Once you make sure that did not fail. He had a plan.
The alarm clock rang fixed at six in the morning. Harry
extinguished quickly and dressed silently should not wake the Dursleys. Are
He slid down the stairs without turning on any lights.
Wait for the postman on the corner of Privet Drive and collect the cards
for the number 4 before his uncle he could find. The heart beat
rapidly he walked across the dark hall toward the door.
-¡AAAUUUGGG!
Harry leapt into the air. He had stumbled onto something big and flabby was
on the mat ... Something alive!

The lights came on and, horrified, Harry realized that
flabby and that big thing was the face of his uncle. Uncle Vernon was lying on
the door in a sleeping bag, apparently to make sure Harry
It does not do exactly what I was trying to do. He shouted at Harry for half
hour and then told to prepare a cup of tea. Harry left dragging
feet, and when he returned from the kitchen, mail had come directly to
Uncle Vernon's lap. Harry could see three letters written in green ink.
I want ... he began, but Uncle Vernon was tearing the letters
pieces before their eyes.
That day, Uncle Vernon was not working. He stayed at home and boarded up the mailbox.
-you Realize? It -aexplicó Aunt Petunia through a mouthful of-spike.
If they can not deliver, they will have to stop.
I'm not sure that this result, Vernon.
Oh, those people's mind works in strange ways, Petunia, they do not
They are like you and I said Uncle Vernon, trying to beat a nail with
piece of fruitcake Aunt Petunia had just brought him.
On Friday, no less than twelve letters arrived for Harry. Since they could not
toss in the mailbox, the had passed under the door, between the
slits, and a few by the window of the bathroom below.
Uncle Vernon stayed at home again. After burning all
Letters went out with hammer and nails to secure the back door and the
front, so no one could leave. While working, he is humming tiptoed
among the tulips and jumped at every noise.
On Saturday, things began to spin. Twenty-four letters for
Harry entered the house, hidden among two dozen eggs, a
very puzzled dairy handed Aunt Petunia through window
lounge. While Uncle Vernon called the post office and the dairy,
trying to find someone to complain, Aunt Petunia crushed letters
the mincer.
-¿Se Can know who is so keen to communicate with you? -
Dudley asked Harry in amazement.

Sunday morning, Uncle Vernon sat at the table
breakfast, looking tired and almost sick, but happy.
-No Mail gleefully recalled the -Les Sunday, as he put
in his paper jam. Today will not get the damn cards ...
Something came whizzing down the kitchen chimney as he spoke and
He hits hard in the neck. The next moment, thirty or forty letters
chimney fell like bullets. The Dursleys ducked, but Harry
He leapt into the air, trying to catch one.
Get out! OUT!
Uncle Vernon grabbed Harry by the waist and threw him into the hall. When Aunt
Petunia and Dudley ran away, covering his face with his hands, uncle
Vernon slammed the door shut. They could hear the sound of the letters,
They continued to fall in the room, banging against the walls and floor.
-And is said Uncle Vernon, trying to speak calmly, but
tearing at the same time, part of the mustache. I want you to be here
within five minutes, ready to go. we go. Gather some clothes. Without
discuss!
He looked so dangerous with half his mustache started, no one
he dared to contradict him. Ten minutes later they had found their way to
through the boarded-up doors and were in the car, moving swiftly
toward the highway. Dudley whimpered in the back seat, as his father
had stuck in his head when he caught trying to save the TV,
video and computer in the bag.
Conducted. And they moved. Even Aunt Petunia dared
ask where they were going. Occasionally, Uncle Vernon turned around and
He drove a while in the opposite direction.
-Quitárnoslos Off ... lose sight ... he murmured ever
he did.
They did not stop all day to eat or drink. At night
Dudley was howling. He had never had such a bad day in his life. He had
hungry, had lost five TV shows that wanted to see and never
She had gone so long without popping a monster in his game
computer.
Uncle Vernon was finally stopped at a gloomy hotel, in the
outskirts of a big city. Dudley and Harry shared a room with
twin beds and wet and worn sheets. Dudley snored but Harry
He lay awake, sitting on the edge of the window, watching the
lights of passing cars and wanting to know ...
The next day, they ate for breakfast wheat flakes, toasted
canned tomatoes. They were about to end, when the owner of the hotel
He approached the table.

Excuse me, do any of you is Mr. H. Potter? I have a hundred
of these over the counter input.
He held a letter so they could read the green ink address:
Mr. H. Potter
Room 17
Hotel Railview
Cokeworth
Harry reached for the letter but Uncle Vernon hit him in the hand. The woman
He looked amazed.
'I said Uncle Vernon's pick, standing quickly
following her.
Would not it be better to go home, dear? Aunt Petunia he suggested timidly,
a few hours later, but Uncle Vernon did not seem to hear. What was
looking exactly, no one knew. He took them to the edge of the forest, left,
He looked around, shook his head, returned to the car and again started it.
The same thing happened in the middle of a plowed field in the middle of a bridge
pendant and on the top of a car park.
Dad has gone crazy, right? Dudley asked Aunt Petunia
that afternoon. Uncle Vernon had parked at the coast, and had locked
it was gone.
it started to rain. Large drops hit the roof of the car. Dudley
He whimpered.
It's Monday said his mother. My favorite show is tonight.
I want to go somewhere where there is a television.
Wednesday. That made Harry would remember something. If it was Monday (and
usually you could trust that Dudley knew the day of week,
television programs), then the next day, Tuesday, was the
Harry's eleventh birthday. Clearly birthdays never had
It has been exactly fun: last year, for example, the Dursleys
They gave a hanger and a pair of Uncle Vernon's old socks. But nevertheless,
They not met eleven years every day.

Uncle Vernon came back smiling. She wore a long, thin package and not
Aunt Petunia replied when asked what he'd bought.
'I've found the perfect place! he said. Come on! Everybody out!
It was very cold when they got out. Uncle Vernon noted that
like a big rock in the sea. And above it, it looked the most miserable
hut that one could imagine. One thing was certain, there had not
television.
-¡Han Storm announced for tonight! he announced cheerfully uncle
Vernon, applauding. And this gentleman's kindly agreed to rent us their
Jackpot!
A toothless old man came up to them, pointing to an old boat that
He swayed the gray water.
'I've got some food Uncle Vernon said. So everyone
I board!
On the boat it was terribly cold. The frozen sea spattered, rain them
He beats head and an icy wind whipped their faces. After what
It seemed an eternity, they reached the rock, where Uncle Vernon led to
the ramshackle house.
The interior was awful: there was a strong smell of seaweed, the wind whistled through
the cracks in the wooden walls and the fireplace was empty and wet.
There were only two rooms.
Uncle Vernon meal turned out to be four bananas and a packet of
chips for each. He tried to light a fire with empty pockets,
but only smoke came out.
Now we could use one of those letters, right? he said cheerfully.
He was in high spirits. It was obvious that he thought nobody would
dare to look there with a storm about to burst. Privately, Harry
he agreed, but thought not happy.
As night fell, the promised storm broke over them. Foam
high waves crashed against the walls of the cabin and the fierce wind
He beats against the windowpanes. Aunt Petunia found a few
blankets in the other room and prepared a bed for Dudley on the couch. She and
Uncle Vernon lay on a bed near the door, and Harry had to
content with a piece of ground and cover with the thin blanket.
The storm increased its ferocity overnight. Harry could not sleep.
She shuddered and turned, trying to get comfortable, his stomach
roaring hunger. Dudley's snores were cushioned by
thunder exploded around midnight. The luminous watch Dudley,
it dangling from his wrist blind, he told Harry that he would have eleven years in
ten minutes. She lying expected to arrive when his birthday,

I wondering if the Dursleys would remember and wondering where in that
when the letter writer.
Five minutes. Harry heard something creak outside. He hoped it was not
falling off the roof, but perhaps did more heat if that happened. Four
minutes. Perhaps the house of Privet Drive would be so full of letters when
They return, which could steal one.
Three minutes to the hour. Why the sea collide with such force
against the rocks? And (missing two minutes) What was that sound so weird? Are
rocks were collapsing into the sea?
A minute and have eleven. Thirty seconds ... twenty ... Ten ... nine ...
perhaps you awaken Dudley, just to annoy him ... three ... two ... one ...
BUM.
The whole cabin shuddered and Harry sat up, staring at the
door. Someone was out, calling.