The talking snake earned Harriet the longest punishment in her cupboard she's had ever had(It even beat the roof incident). It lasted all the way up to summer break. Of course she was let out to go to school and to do chores(It was expected), but any extra time was spent in her cupboard. Dudley had broken all his new toys, and even run Mrs. Figg over with the racing bike he got(It was the only time he used it), by the time she was let out.

Harriet was glad school was over. Unlike most kids she didn't mind the homework(it gave her something to do). However it was lonely without friends, and the teacher hated her seeing as the Dursley's blame most things on her. Despite school being over, there was no escaping Dudley's gang. The group of five were all big and stupid, but as Dudley was the dumbest of all of them(Only Dudley could make that posible), he was the leader. Not that they minded for Dudley introduced them to his favorite sport: Harriet Hunting.

This is why Harriet spent most of her time at the park. A place all five of them refused to be seen. Sure it was full of little kids, but the kids never really minded Harriet. She spent hours swing on one of the four swings. All she had to do was hold on until the end of summer where her one hope held.

In September Harriet will be going to a local public school called Stonewall High. The good thing is, for the first time in her life, Dudley will not be with her. He and Piers had been accepted into Uncle Vernon's old private school, Smeltings(She couldn't fathom who would want to go to a school with that name.). Dudley of course found this hilarious.

"They stuff people's heads down the toilet on the first day," Dudley tells her his face red with laughter,"Want some practice upstairs?" Harriet shrugs with a smirk. "No, thanks. I wouldn't punish it with a face like yours. It would become sick,"She says quickly running off before his small brain could process the insult.

In the beginning of July Aunt Petunia took Dudley to London to buy his school uniform, leaving Harriet with Mrs. Figg. Apparently Mrs. Figg broke her leg tripping over a cat. She was not as fond of them as before. She let Harriet have control of the TV, and even some cake(though it tasted quite stale). She was nicer than usual(though she was always nice to Harriet). It probably had to do with the fact Harriet apologized for her cousin running her over.

That night Dudley paraded around the house to show off his new uniform. Harriet couldn't imagine why he was so proud of it. Smelting boys wore a horrid orange striped coat, with orange shorts, and a flat straw hat. It looked even worse than it sounded on Dudley. Dudley's favorite part was a knobby stick which all boys had in order to "Prepare them for real life".Harriet knew all it would be really used for was to hit the other boys when no one was looking.

Dudley's parents dotted on him. Aunt Petunia even cried while Uncle Vernon swore it was his proudest moment. Harriet remained silent know if she opened her mouth she wouldn't be able to hold back the laughter.

~~*~~

The next morning Harriet walked into the Kitchen to find a horrid smell. It was coming from a huge pot in the sink. The pot was full of what looked like huge dirty rags. "What is that?" Harriet couldn't stop from asking. Aunt Petunia's lips tightened, as they did whenever Harriet dared to ask a question. "Your new uniform. I'm dying some of Dudley's old clothes gray. By the time I'm done you'll look just like the others," She answers turning her nose into the air.

Harriet dreaded wareing that on the first day of school knowing her Aunt was dead wrong. She just knew should would be made fun of by the other kids. She might as well where elephant skin. At that moment Uncle Vernon and Dudley walked in(His smelting stick hitting everything he could manage) wrinkling their noses at the smell.

They heard the mail slot open. "Dudley gop get the mail," Uncle Vernon says making Harriet nearly choked on her drink in surprise not sure if she heard correctly.

"Make Harriet get it," Dudley demanded. "Harrit, mail," Uncle Vernon said restoring balance back to the universe(Though still weird as Uncle Vernon said her name. Something very rare.). "Make Dudley do it," She snaps. The Durley's also didn't care that she was a girl as Uncle Vernon says,"Dudley, poke her with your Smelting stick." Harriet doges the stick walking to the front door with a small glare.

Harriet grabs the letters sifting through them. Bills, Bills, card from Marge(Harriet glared at it with hatred tempted to shred it), and a letter for Harriet. Harriet did a double take. It was no mistake.

 Miss H. Potter                                                                                                                               The Cupboard Under The stairs                                                                                               4 Privet Drive                                                                                                                           Little Whinging                                                                                                                     Surrey

The envelope was thick, and made of Yellowish Parchment paper. It had no stamp. The words themselves were in green ink, though the writing style seemed to come from no normal pen.

Her hands shook as she turned the envelope over. Harry found a purple wax seal with a coat of arms. It had and H on it surrounded by a lion, badger, snake, and an eagle.

"Hurry up, girl," Uncle Vernon yells from the kitchen. "What are you doing checking for letter bombs?" He chuckles at his own horrible joke. "Coming," She calls half-heartedly all her focus on her letter.

She walked into the kitchen(An action regretted later), and handed Uncle Vernon the mail without thinking before sitting down, her own letter in hand. She turns it over as Uncle Vernon talks to Aunt Petunia about something of Marge being sick(Good). "Dad! Harriet has a letter!" Dudley yells just as Harriet opened it to see another matching parchment, and the letter was ripped from her hands by Uncle Vernon.

"That's mine," Harriet growls trying to swipe it back. "Who's write you?" Uncle Vernon sneered as he shakes open the letter. As soon as he looks at it, his face goes from tomato red to a grass green faster than a traffic light could dream. It didn't stop there. It finally landed on a mix between ghost white and grape purple.

"P-P-Petunia!" He gasps out his eyes wild pulling it away from Dudley's reach when he tries to snatch it. When Aunt Petunia takes it, she pales looking quite faint. She made a choking noise.

"Vernon! It's...Vernon!" She cries out. "I want to read it!" Dudley yells not use to being ignored. "It's my letter!" Harriet snaps angrily,"I want to read it!"

"Both of you out!" Uncle Vernon croaks. "LET ME READ MY LETTER!" Harriet demands her temper coming to play. "Let me see it," Dudley demands making Harriet glare at him.

"I said OUT!" Uncle Vernon yells grabbing the both of them by the scruff of their necks, and threw them out slamming the door. Dudley and Harriet promptly fought over the keyhole, but of course Dudly won. Harriet slid to the floor looking through the crack under the bottom.

"Vernon." Aunt Petunia says with a shaky voice," Look at the address. How do they know? How do they know where she sleeps? Could they be watching the house?"

"Watching-spying-probably even following," Vernon says wildly. "What do we do Vernon? Tell them we refuse?"

Harriet watches as Uncle Vernon paces in front of the door. "No!" He growls quietly,"We don't talk to them. Just ignore them. If they don't get an answer, they will have to go away!"

"But..."

"I won't have one in the house! We swore when we took her we would stamp this nonsense out!"

~~*~~

That night after Uncle Vernon came home from work, he did something he had never done before. He visited Harriet in her cupboard.

"Where's my letter?" She demands with a glare as soon as she sees him. "Who wrote to me?"

"No one, it was a mistake," Uncle Vermnon snaps,"I had it burned." Harriet glowered at him. "It was not," She insist,"It had my cupboard on it. No one makes that mistake."

"SILENCE," He yells causing her to flinch at the noise as a couple spider fell from the ceiling. He took a moment to calm down, and plastered a smile(Looked painful) on his face. "So, Harriet...Your Aunt and I have been thinking you have slightly outgrown your cupboard," He starts, and Harriet looks at him warily,"We think it would be...best...if you move to Dudley's second bedroom."

"Why?" Harriet asks. After almost all her life, why now? What in that letter scared her Aunt and Uncle so much? She knew it was something, or she would never get this offer.

"No questions!" Snaps Uncle Vernon,"Now take this stuff to the room, now!"

~~*~~

The Dursleys had four bedrooms. One for her aunt and uncle, one for guest(unluckily it was usually held by Marge), One for Dudley to sleep in, and finally one for all of Dudley's toys(almost all broken) that wouldn't fit in his room. That was now the room Harriet will be occupying.

It took one trip to get her few things to the room since she had a single half full box. She placed the things in an old falling apart wardrobe, that Uncle Vernon salvaged from a sale for a cheap price, and sat on the small bed looking at all the broken toys around. The only untouched items were the books(Ones Harriet would probably snatch when board).

Down stairs Dudley was bawling to Aunt Petunia about having to give up his second room. Getting more upset as he was unable to get it back. He wasn't used to not getting his way.

Harriet sighed laying down stretching the length of the bed. She would happily trade the room back for her cupboard just to have the letter back. If only she didn't bring it to the kitchen.

~~*~~

Breakfast was an unusually quiet ordel. Despite all the crying and face screwing, Dudley still didn't get the room back(Harriet was pretty sure he was in shock.). Harriet was once again thinking about this time yesterday, and all the possibilities that could have happened if she stayed in the hall a moment longer. Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia were sharing dark looks.

When the mail arrived, Uncle Vernon(who for some unimaginable reason was trying to be nice to Harriet) forced Dudley to get the mail. Dudley hit his smelting stick along with anger. "Another! 'Miss H. Potter, The Smallest Bedroom, 4 Privet Drive..."

Uncle Vernon jumped up with a cry running(something Harriet had never seen) to the door, Harriet right on his heel. Uncle Vernon wrestled Dudley to the ground to grab the letter. All the while Harriet hanging off his neck. After some confusing fighting(with a few good hits with the Smelting stick), Vernon yanked Harriet away by her hair.

"Girl, go to your cupboard! I mean room," Uncle Vernon gasped out shoving her to the stairs letting go of her hair,"Dudley...Just go."

Harriet paced her room. Someone knew her new(and old) living arrangements, and that she hadn't received the first letter. Some one obviously wanted to talk to her. So, they had to try again, right? This time she would be ready. She had a plan.

~~*~~

The old clock Harriet had fixed(It was only missing a few parts which she had liberated from other toys)went off, and she slammed it off quickly. She did not want to wake the Dursley's. It would ruin her plan. She tiptoed downstairs quietly as possible not even chancing the lights.

Harriet was going to sneak out, and wait for the postman at the corner(John was a kind fellow he wouldn't mind.). Her heart pounded loudly in her ears as she got closer to the door before..."AAHHHH!"

Harriet leaped in the air. She had stepped on something big, squishy, and alive!

The lights switched on, and to Harriet's horror(and slight smugness) she realized she had stepped on her uncles face. He had been trying to stop her from the very thing she attempted. After a half hour of being yelled at, harriet shuffled miserably into the kitchen to make tea. By the time she came back the mail had arrived. Harriet had no chance to demand her mail before it was shredded before her eyes.

On sunday morning Uncle Vernon came in tired, ill looking, but all together happy.

"No post on Sunday," Uncle Vernon said gleefully. He went to rejoice some more, but something whizzed from out of the chimney, and hit him in the back of the head causing his words to die out.

Several letters zoomed from the chimney as fast as bullets. The Dursley's ducked for safety while Harriet jumped to grab on of the letters in the air.

"Everyone Out!"

Harriet was grabbed by her hair, and through out to the hall. As soon as Dudley and Aunt Petunia got out of the room, Uncle Vernon slammed the door. Letters could still be heard as a few hit the door.

"No more!" Uncle Vernon says in a scary calm voice despite the fact he was pulling pieces of hair from his mustache."I want everyone packed in ten minutes. Just some clothes. We are leaving. No arguments!"

No one dared to argue. Uncle Vernon looked terrifying with half his mustache gone. Ten minutes later they were in the car zooming to the highway. Dudley was sniffling in the back. Uncle Vernon had hit him round the head for holding them up by trying to back some of his technology.

They drove for hours. Not even Aunt Petunia dared to ask where they were going. The only sounds where Uncle Vernon mumbles after every time he made a sharp turn. They never stopped once.

By nightfall Dudley was howling. This had been the worst day of his life. He was hungry, missed several programs on the television, and hadn't blow up anything on his computer.

Finally they stopped at a run down hotel outside of town. Harriet and Dudley shared room, so Harriet was stuck listening to her cousins snoring. Not that it mattered. She couldn't sleep her mind running.

They ate cornflakes and canned tomatoes for breakfast the next morning. They had just finished when the owner had come over to them. "Is one of you Miss H. Potter? I got 'bout a hundred letters at the front desk." She held a few up, and Harriet could see the green ink easily.

Harriet went to grab them, but Uncle Vernon knocked her hand away causing the women to stare. "I'll take them," Uncle Vernon says quickly following the women out. That was the end of their stay.

"Shouldn't we just head home, dear?" Aunt Petunia asked timidly hours later, but Uncle Vernon ignored her. His whole focus was on the road. They were in the middle of nowhere by now.

"Daddy's gone mad, hasn't he?" Dudley asks later while Uncle Vernon was out of the car. He had parked the car near the coast, and locked them in the car before disappearing. Aunt Petunia didn't disagree, and It started raining. "It's Monday," Dudley stated before complaining about missing a television show.

It was Monday. If Dudley was right(and you could count on him to remember dates for television programs), then tomorrow would be Harriet's eleventh birthday. Not that it mattered much. Harriet birthday was hardly ever acknowledged, and if it was she could only ever get things like an old sock or a coat hanger. However, you didn't turn eleven every day.

Uncle Vernon came back smiling. In his hand he had a long thin package. He said nothing to Aunt Petunia when she asked what it was. "Found the perfect place!" Uncle Vernon says marrily,"Everyone out!"

It was very cold outside(not to mention Harriet only had Dudley's old shirt to keep warm). Uncle Vernon was pointing to what looked like a huge rock. On top of the rock was the most run down hut Harriet had could have ever imagined(Poor Dudley there was definitely no television in there).

"A storm is forecasted for tonight!" Uncle Vernon informs them happily,"And this kind man has offered to let us use his boat." An old toothless man(with an evil grin) showed them to the boat. "I already got us rastions, so all a board," Uncle Vernon says to them.

The boat was freezing. Icy water sprayed everyone. Especially Harriet as she was the one rowing(with a lot of difficulty). After what felt like hours they finally made it. Uncle Vernon led them in slipping slightly.

The inside was just as bad as outside. It stunk of seaweed, The wind yelled through the cracks, and the falling apart chimney was damp and bare. There were only two rooms.

The supposed rastions Uncle Vernon had turned out to only be a bag of chips and a four bananas. He tried to start a fire, but failed horribly managing to only make the chip bag shrivel up. "Could use those letter know, eh?" Uncle Vernon asks gleefully to no one.

He was in a good mood. Obviously he was sure no one could reach them. To Harriet's utmost displeasure she couldn't help but secretly agree.

The promised storm came that night causing the hut to shake. Aunt Petunia had found a couple of old moldy blankets in the second room which Harriet and Dudley would sleep. Aunt Petunia made a bed out of the moth eaten sofa for Dudley. Uncle Vernon and her left for the room next door leaving Harriet to find the softest spot of floor she could find, and curl up with the smallest most ragged blanket.

The storm worsened as the night went on, and Harriet could not sleep(Her cousins snores didn't help). She was hungry, cold, and couldn't get comfortable. The light up dial on the Dudley's watch(which hung from his fat dangling wrist) told Harriet would be eleven in exactly ten minutes. She laid wide awake watching her birthday draw closer. She wondered(doubtfully) if the Dursleys would remember. She also thought of the letter.

Five minutes till. Harriet heard a creak. Hopefully the roof wouldn't cave in, however she might be warmer if it did. Four minutes to go. Maybe the house in Privet Drive would be so filled with letters, Harriet could snag one somehow.

Three minutes. Was that the waves against the house? Two minutes. What was that weird crunching sound? Maybe a rock falling to the sea?

One minute before she was eleven. Thirty seconds... twenty... ten... nine... maybe she would wake up Dudley just to ignore him(It was apeeling, but not worth the punishment)... three... two... one...

BOOM!

The whole hut shook, and Harriet sprang into a sitting position. Someone was knocking to come in.

A/N: *Ducks the tomatoes thrown at me with a nervous laugh* I know it's been a while *Rubs neck*, and i'm sorry. I read the book as I go, and that causing it to take forever. Not to mention that I have a hard time finding inspiration for this. I began this half planned, and don't really know where this is going.

Thanks for reading this anyway!

In other news did you see my first changes? It was nothing big. I made Harriet go to the park instead of just walk around the neighborhood. I figured a place like Privet Drive would have one, so I thought why not. Also Harriet dose read more then Harry just because of boredom. As well as a few other things. As I stated before Harriet is also a little more observant.

If anyone has anything you want to change(big or small),comment, and tell me. I won't promise I'll use it, but I will read them!