The Letter

Okej, så jag borde verkligen INTE börja på en ny fanfic, eftersom jag redan har två påbörjade som är oavslutade...
Men fick den här idén och började skriva....
Jaja, kommentera gärna vad ni tycker.

Titel: The letter
Språk: Engelska
Rating: G
Färdigskriven: Japp! One-shot men jag delart in det i kortare kapitel såp det blir lättare att läsa.
Handling: Det var en kall grå dag i november. Den första november för att vara exakt.
Petunia Dursley vaknade upp till en, vad hon trodde var, bara en annan normal tisdag. Men eftersom dagen gick började hon bli misstänksam och på morgonen nästa dag, vände allt i hennes helt normalt liv upp-och-ner.


Här kommer första delen:


The Dursleys, of 4 ,Private Drive, was proud to say that they're perfectly normal, thank you very much. They were the last people you'd expect to be involved in any kind of strange or mysterious secrets. However, everything is not always as it seems.

The fact was that the Dursleys actually had a very big strange and mysterious secret.

Mrs Petunia Dursley woke up to an absolute normal tuesday. Actually the whole morning started out as it always did. She went out of bed and went down the stairs to the kitchen. After she finished making a big breakfast to her baby boy and dear husband, who both had a enormous appetite, the two last mentioned together entered the room and sat down at the table. When both she and Vernon, as her husband was called, she went to feed little Dudley, who was screaming in is high chair.

Vernon merely chuckled lightly at his son's behavior and went to get changed for the day.

Vernon Dursley worked for a firm called Grunnigs. It was a firm that made drills and there's actually nothing more to it, but it was the most normal and boring work you could ever imagine and that's why he liked it so much.

When Petunia finally had maaged to quite down Dudley with some biscuits, she put him back in his high chair and went to say good bye to her husband before he left for work. Vernon pecked his wife at the cheek and teh n went into the kitchen to say good bye to his son too, but decided not to when he saw that his adorable baby boy was throwing his cereal at the walls in the room. He merely laughed and decided to instead of taking care of it just leave Petunia to it.

The day went by without any special incidents. Petunia was completely unaware of what her husband was at teh moment going through. She didn't notice that a couple of owls flew by the window a few times that afternoon either.

Neither did she notice (or maybe she just chose to ignore it) a small group of people dressed in colorful robes, were walking past her outside the libary when she was taking a short walk with Dudley.

No, Petunia didn't notice any of those things. For her it was still that normal grey Tuesday. She was yet unaware of the news that wizards all over Europe, maybe the whole world, was celebrating and whispering about.

Later in the afternoon Petunia took Dudley outside for some fresh air, while she was pretending to sun bathe. In reality, of course, she was eavesdropping at the neighbors. Mrs Bridge was having a loud conversation with her teenage daughter. Dudley crawled around at the ground, having fun exploring the well managed garden.

When Mrs Bridge's Daughter slammed the door and Mrs Bridge hurried after her, Petunia decided that it was time to go inside again. She bent down to pick up Dudley when he crossed his arms and said with a firm voice: "Shan't!"

Petunia beamed at him and kissed him on the cheek while praising him with compliments for learning a new word. Then she went inside getting some cookies for him.


Så vad tycker ni? Bra eller dåligt?

bra!? kan ej så mycket engelska sy jag kan förstå det så mycket

öh okej Ska jag lägga upp nästa del då? Är det förresten någon som förstår engelska som läser?

Så har som sagt ny användare nu och skriver på det här kontot

Här kommer mer även om ingen verkar läsa... :

At the evening when Vernon cam home they had dinner and talked about their day. Petunia noticed that Vernon was a lot more quieter than usual but decided not to ask about it, as he seemed to be in deep thoughts, merely humming at her babbling.

After putting Dudley to bed Petunia sat down in front of the TV beside Vernon.

"...owls normally hunt at night and are hardly ever seen in daylight, there have been hundreds of sightings of these birds flying in every direction since sunrise. Experts are unable to explain why owls have suddenly changed their sleeping pattern. Most mysterious. And now over to Jim McGuffin with the weather. Going to be anymore showers of owls tonight, Jim?" the newsman laughed at his own joke.

"Well Ted..." the weather man continued, but Vernon had stopped listening something that Petunia noticed when she entered the room again, after getting to cups of tea.

"Er, Petunia dear. Have you heard from your sister lately?" he asked.

Petunia could feel herself heating up at he mention of her sister. "No." she replied shortly and hoped that he would leave the conversation there.

"Funny stuff on the news." he answered sounding a bit nervous, obviously he was aware of her temperature rising. Petunia felt herself getting a bit nervous too. It was a long time since she saw her sister, and if Vernon spoke of her something had to be wrong. Really wrong. However she didn't show any of the many emotions she felt instead she just snapped back. "So?" She knew she was leading the conversation on now, but was curious to find out what her husband was thinking, maybe find out why he was acting all weird.

"Well I thought...maybe...it was something to do with...her lot." he said sounding unsure. Petunia took a long sip of her tea ignoring the question in his voice, encouraging him to continue.

"Their son, he would be about Dudley's age now, right?" he asked avoiding the questioning look in Petuina's eyes.

"I suppose so." she answered her thoughts leading back to her sister and her little nephew Harry...

"What's his name again? Howard, isn't it?" he asked sounding a bit hopeful.

Petunia frowned. "No, Harry. A nasty common name, if you ask me." she said as a matter of factly. "Oh, yes." Vernon answered looking disappointed.

"Yes I quite agree."

The tense conversation ended there, as either Petunia or Vernon wanted to continue.

The evening went on and the Dursleys went for bed. Petunia had a hard time sleeping, her thoughts leading of to her sister. Somehow she couldn't stop thinking about the things Vernon had said.

At that moment an old man appeared at the street outside, turning off all the lights from the lampposts...

Har du skrivit den engelska versionen av Harry Potter Och De Vises Sten?!(Harry Potter and The Philosofes Stone(vet inte om det stavas så!))

Ja, fast från Petunias synvinkel dialogen har jag skrivit av från boken, men annars är allt mitt
Ska jag lägga upp del 3?

Okej!
Gör det!