Letters from No One

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[Back at the Dursleys'. Petunia and a bundled up Dudley come in.]

Petunia: [assuring a distressed Dudley] It's all right, sweetheart. It's all right.

[They walk in the living room. Harriet and Vernon enter. Vernon slams the door and shoves Harriet against a wall, taking her hair.]

Tom , Sirius and remus : HOW DARE HE PUT HIS HAND ON YOU?
McGonagall : I told you albus they are the worst muggle how can you do this to her ?

Harriet: Ow!

Vernon: WHAT HAPPENED?!

Harriet: I swear, I don't know! [Vernon snarls] One minute, the glass was there and then it was gone! It was like magic!

[Vernon scoffs at this, shoves Harriet in the cupboard under the stairs and slams the door]

Vernon: There's no such thing as magic! [he blackens out the vent on the door]

[An owl flies into view and lands itself on a TV aerial on one of the houses' roof]

(Extended Version)

[The camera slowly pans up to reveal Dudley in his smartest school uniform, posing and smiling grandly.]

Petunia: Awww, smile. [She takes a photograph of him. She gasps in joy.] Vernon, just look at him. I can't believe it. In just a week you'll be off to Smeltings.

Vernon: Caveat Smeltona. Proudest moment of my life.

Harriet: Will I have to wear that, too?
[They draw their attention to Harriet]

Petunia: What, you? Go to Smeltings ? [Harriet nods, questionably]

Vernon: Ha!

[They laugh in amusement]

Draco : Why are they laughing like a idiot?
Harriet laughed at that

Petunia: Oh, don't be so stupid, you're going to the state school where you belong. [Goes to the kitchen and fishes out a grey shirt in a boiler.] And this is what you're gonna be wearing when I've finished dyeing it.

Harriet: But that's Dudley's old uniform. It'll fit me like bits of old Elephant skin.

Everyone except Dumbledore, ron and Hermione laughed at that..

Petunia: It'll fit you well enough. Go get the post. [Harriet then heads to the hallway] Go!

(Normal Version)

[Harriet leaves the living room area into the hallway and picks up some letters, one of which had her name on it with her address of where she slept. Uncle Vernon and Dudley sit at the table while Aunt Petunia is busy fixing breakfast. Harriet walks in with the mail and hands it to Uncle Vernon, then walks to her seat with her letter.]

Vernon: [after reading a postcard] Oh, Marge is ill! Ate a funny whelk.
[Dudley suddenly notices Harriet letter and runs to grab it from her and give it to his father.]

Dudley: Dad! Look! Harriet got a letter!
Harriet: Hey, give it back! It's mine!
Vernon: Yours? Who'd be writing to you?

Hogwarts crew except ron, Hermione and Dumbledore screamed : WE WRITE TO HARRIET REGULARLY
Harriet : really but I didn't get any letters

[The family gathers to look at the address. There is a broken seal on the letter. The family looks up and Harriet gulps. Much later, 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, Harriet hears a whirring noise. She looks out at Vernon drilling wood over the letterbox opening.]

Vernon: No more mail through this letterbox.
[Harriet quietly closes the cupboard door. The next day, Vernon and Petunia are outside the door. Vernon is about to head off to work. Petunia kisses his cheek.]

Petunia: Have a lovely day at the office, dear.
[She stops, looks and sees a bunch of owls.]

Vernon: Shoo! Go on!

[She notices something and pats Vernon on the shoulder to get his attention, and what they see is more letters addressed to Harriet.]

(Extended Version)

[Later, Petunia is cracking a egg into a bowl, and what instead comes out is a folded-up letter. She cracks another one, but another letter comes out as well. She then cracks yet another one, but the same happens again. She stares at the letter, and then she hears the owls screeching. She draws her attention to the outside of the window, and what she sees is four owls sitting on some garden chairs. Petunia then screams and runs off.]

(Normal Version)

[Much later, Vernon is tossing letters into the fireplace. Harriet comes around the corner. Vernon grins evilly and tosses more in. The scene fades to the next day, the family is sitting around, Harriet is serving cookies.]

Vernon: Fine day Sunday. In my opinion, best day of the week. Why is that, Dudley?

Harriet: [when Dudley shrugs and didn't answer, as Harriet hands a cookie to Vernon] Because there's no post on Sunday?

Vernon: Ah, right you are, Harriet. No post on Sunday. Ha! No blasted letters today. No, sir. Not one single bloody letter, not one. [Harriet sees a shadow outside the window. Outside, millions of owls are perched.] No, sir, not one blasted, miserable-

[As Vernon was talking, a letter shoots out of the fireplace and zips across Vernon's face, cutting him off. There is a rumbling and then millions of letters come shooting out of the fireplace. The family shrieks in horror as Harriet watches in amazement.]

Dudley: AHH! Make it stop! Please make it stop! [He jumps on Petunia's lap as she and Vernon continue screaming] What is it? Please tell me what's happening!
[Harriet jumps onto the coffee table to grab a letter. She gets one and starts to run away. Vernon jumps up as well.]

Tom : Why did you jump on the table?
Harriet just grins...

Vernon: Go away! Ahh! Give me that! Give me that letter!
[He chases Harriet and grabs her before Harriet gets into her closet.]

Harriet: Get off! Ahh!

[Vernon restrains Harriet as several letters begin to shoot everywhere around the house.]

Vernon: Ahh!

Harriet: They're my letters! Let go of me!

[The wood plank nailed in front of the letterbox finally breaks from the excess pressure of the letters shooting through the letter.]

Fred : wow minnie you are awesome
McGonagall : Mr. Weasley how many times have I told you not to call me that
Harriet : so many times minnie

McGonagall just shakes her head...

Vernon: That's it! We're going away! Far away! Where they can't find us!

Dudley: Daddy's gone mad, hasn't he?

[Petunia watches with a horrified look on her face, knowing that Dudley may be right.]

Neville : of course he became mad

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