Love so Silent

Chapter One

Love so Faded

"Did you lose what won't return?

Did you love but never learn?
The fire's out but still it burns
And no one cares, there's no one there"

-Flares by the Script

This is the first chapter. For those of you who read the original I hope you like the remake, and for those of you who are new, welcome!

I do not own anything Harry Potter.

A small girl woke up in her cramped quarters, her legs screamed for her to stretch them as she rolled onto her back. Shifting she shuffled around until she could just barely straighten her legs as her feet pressed against the opposite wall. Having no desire to move from her position the girl continued to stare up at the ceiling. In the dark she could just barely make out the wood that consisted of her ceiling in her hiding hole. The role of bedroom barely qualified as the measly mattress took up the entire space. Bedroom was simply the title given to her new home a mere month ago. No, a bedroom was what her last room looked like, wide, spacious, cluttered with various belongings that signaled who Hollis was. This was nothing more than a prison.

A space designed to punish the girl for something she had no control over. The disappointment, fear, and contempt that was usually reserved for her twin had been turned toward her. The moment forever etched into her memory.

She had only been swinging, a normal Saturday afternoon event. A treat for Dudley and herself, that had turned for the worst when she slipped from her seat, but instead of crashing into the dirt she had been caught midair. For a single moment Hollis felt something freeze her in the sky, before gently beginning to lower her to the ground. It wasn't until the horrified screaming of her Aunt piercing her ears that she realized she had done something wrong. Never had she been treated so horribly as when her Aunt Petunia snatched up her arm in a vice like grip before wrenching her toward the exit of the park.

No matter how many times she complained of the pain this caused her, her cries fell to deaf ears. Behind them Dudley tottered along quickly trying to keep up with the hurried pace that his mother kept. His own words of confusion ringing out, left unanswered.

Later that night she had been moved from her comforting room to her new prison in the basement. The look of confusion on her twins face as she was dragged through the house blended in with the one's of disgust from her relatives. Hot tears tracked down her cheeks as she continued to ask what she had done wrong.

A month later and she still didn't understand but her new role in the family was clear. Once where she questioned about the treatment of her brother, she found herself being treated far worse. She was nothing more than scum on the bottom of their shoes, something for them to take their frustrations out on or to lighten the load of chores for Harry. She was merely a slave. A disappointment of crushed hopes for a normal daughter, something Petunia had always wanted and now would never have. She was just a broken dream left to fade away in the dark.

The sound of a lock sliding broke her from her thoughts. A slither of light broke through the darkness as the door was pulled opened, the creaking sounding harsh against her ears. Blinking she shielded her eyes as the small form of her brother was silhouetted in the doorway. Neither said a word to one another as she crawled from her lumpy mattress. Her legs felt like jello and held the annoying tingling from when they fell asleep.

With the arrival of Harry, Hollis knew it was right before daybreak. Time for them to start the chores.

Neither spoke to one another as they climbed the stairs, a lifetime of Hollis being kept from him left their relationship nonexistent even during her exile. Being drowned in her own thoughts Hollis kept glancing at him from the corner of her eye. She had always felt a connection to her twin, a yearning to properly get to know him but when she would try the Dursleys would usher her away. She never treated him poorly like they did, never joined in their hatred for him, as she only ever felt a desperate need to connect with him. But even now it was hopeless as she was kept busy or hidden away. Less of a reminder of what they could have had if they kept her from their own line of sight.

Moving toward the stove the girl began to make breakfast as Harry scurried off to set the table. She was easily drawn to her own thoughts as she whisked the pancake batter before carefully pouring it into the skillet. She surrounded herself with memories of the past, a weak attempt to keep her from falling into the darkness that her new life was.

Piling the pancakes onto a plate she watched as Harry carried it over to the table as she worked on the bacon. He grabbed the butter and syrup placing it alongside the stack of pancakes. Hollis was cooking the last piece of bacon when she heard the Dursleys begin to stir upstairs. Her body tensed at the sounds of them going through their morning routine. Her grip on the tongs slipped causing them to fall into the hot grease. A silent gasp escaped her lips as she went to snatch it back up burning herself in the process. Fumbling she ignored the pain as she grabbed the now hot metal and plucked it from the skillet.

The skin on her hand turned angry red but she ignored it in favor of snatching up the last piece of bacon. The sound of her aunt's footsteps on the stairs caused her to panic as she twisted the knob on the stove to turn it off. Her hands began to shake as she picked up the plate. Panic flooded through her veins as she shot forward only for her feet to catch on the floor. Stumbling forward her eyes shut scared to see the outcome. Once the bacon touched the floor her fate would be sealed.

The thought of having a peaceful day ignoring her family and being ignored would go up in flames. Most of her days were spent keeping out of sight.

Her teeth clenched together but impact never came. A hand wrapped around her upper arm pulling her to a stop as something as kept the plate of bacon balanced. Peeling her eyes open she caught sight of Harry standing next to her, having saved the breakfast. He gently took the bacon from her as he helped right the slightly smaller girl.

"Go on, Hollis," he said quietly. Her eyes were wide open as she glanced toward the staircase where her aunt had reached the bottom. Calmly walking forward Harry moved toward the breakfast table leaving her side. Turning on her heel she escaped the house just as Petunia entered the kitchen herself. Beady eyes searched the area but finding breakfast prepared and no sign of her niece she let a small smile spread across her lips.

"Start your chores," she barked at Harry. He hid a frown as he rushed off to start making the upstairs bedrooms.

Outside Hollis let out a relieved breath as she realized she barely missed a morning full of punishment. Her hands still shook but she forced them into her pockets as she walked back to the garden. Here she had tended to the plants since she was young, it was the only thing she was still allowed to do from her old life. It still brought her happiness, only now her aunt didn't help her. Kneeling in the dirt she spent the next several hours tending to it as she hid.

~3~

A screeching reached her ears spiking her curiosity as she peeked through the window. Inside she could see her Aunt Petunia clapping excitedly over breakfast as Dudley opened a present. Shredding into it like he had never seen one before. Her hazel eyes darted over to where she could see Harry picking up the dirty dishes, a sour look on his face. Ripping her gaze from him it landed back on her relatives. A yearning to be included gripped her heart tightly. She could still remember her birthdays that were celebrated in the exact same way. Plenty of presents, of love being thrown her way. She even managed to sneak a present to Harry every year. A secret that the two held amongst each other, the only true interaction they ever had.

The thought that she wouldn't have anything to give him this year sparked a moment of sadness that was interrupted by the sound of the phone ringing. Dunking she barely missed her aunt walking by. Slowly peeking back up she could barely make out the words that were being said, it wasn't until Petunia walked back to the dining room that she could hear clearly again.

"Bad news, Vernon," Petunia said, her lips pierced tightly together. "Mrs. Figg's broken her leg. She can't take him." The whole room grew silent as her words kicked in. Dudley's eyes widened in horror and shock as his face gradually began to grow red in color. Hollis bit her lip as she waited to see what would happen. She had personally never spent time at Mrs. Figg's but from the way Harry had complained about having to go last year she could assume it was horrible.

They began to argue over where Harry would end up going. As this went on Hollis turned her back to the wall and slid down into the dirt to continue to listen.

"What about Hollis?" asked Dudley, who was still confused about the separation from the girl. He missed her but had learned that for whatever reason his parents no longer seemed to like her. Just the mention of her name caused expressions of disgust to cross over Petunia and Vernon's faces. Petunia bit the inside of her cheek as she curled her fingers into a fist.

"What are we going to do about the girl?" Vernon hissed as he too realized she had to be dealt with. The girl, it was never Hollis anymore. She had been downgraded to merely a statement of what gender she was. Petunia sneered as she glanced around looking for any sign of the girl.

"Well we can't bring her," Petunia said her face pinching up at the mere thought of it. "Not like the boy. I absolutely refuse to have her around." Vernon let out a heavy sigh as he waved his wife, son, and unfortunate nephew out of the house.

"I'll take care of the girl," he said with a huff. Hollis stiffened at the thought of dealing with her uncle alone. Biting her lower lip, she listened as the front door closed. There was a second of silence that caused her heart to race in anticipation. "Girl! Get in here!" His voice sent shivers down her spine as her fingers began to twitch. For one second, she allowed herself to take a calming breath as her fingers dug into the dirt. She tried to control the shaking before pushing herself onto her feet. Breathing through her nose she took a step forward. "Girl!"

Her hands began to shake harder as she entered the kitchen. His dark eyes pierced into her as they landed on her small form. She had always been naturally small for her age but in the last month her weight had changed drastically. He stepped forward his hand coming up to snatch at her wrist.

"Listen here girl," he growled out. "We've got nowhere for you to go. Don't believe for one second that we will allow you to come with us." His grip on her arm tightened to the point that it caused her to wince. It would surely bruise. This however wasn't the first time her relatives had gotten physically abusive toward her. One of her main reasons to stay out of their eyesight during the day. "You'll be locked up in your room until we get back." Fear ran through her veins. She knew they could be gone a better part of the day. Her room was small, dark, with no light. Hollis didn't want to spend time alone where she could barely see. Her only source of light coming from the cracks on her ceiling. The wood was old and needed to be replaced.

The shaking in her hands moved to her whole body.

"No, please," she whispered. It had been the first time she used her voice all week. "I'll be good, and just keep cleaning. Please don't lock me in that room." She knew once she was placed in there she wasn't guaranteed to come back out until tomorrow. There were a few days where they decided not to chance seeing her and have kept her in there several days on end. Those were the worst. It had happened twice in the past month.

A furious noise escaped his mouth at her words as he yanked her forward. She felt a pop in her wrist as pain exploded through her senses. A startled yell escaped her lips only seeming to cause him to become more agitated at her.

"You will go down there, and you will not make a peep," he yelled out at her, his face turning red. He moved to pull her forward along with him when another flood of pain sent shock waves up her arm. A screech filled the air causing Hollis and her uncle to come to a stop. He spun around his mustache ruffled up in his anger as his free hand swung around. His open palm strike across her face. In shock her mouth clamped shut as her hand that wasn't in pain came up to hold her cheek. "Shut your mouth, girl! Do you want the neighbors to hear? Make another sound and you will regret it."

Tears rushed down her face, but she did not dare make a sound. Her chest convulsed as she held back the sobs that threatened to break through. Fear had driven her to do exactly as he said. She still did not wish to be placed back in the basement but the knowledge that he was close to snapping kept her from saying anything on the subject.

Cradling her wrist against her chest she fell into step behind her uncle. Following him down the basement steps she swore to keep in the hysterical sobs that wanted to be released. She would not make a noise until her uncle was gone. Swinging open the heavy door Vernon turned to the child, expectations shining in his eyes as he nodded toward the mattress. Her knees almost gave way in her fear, but she forced them to keep going until she was crawling up onto the bed.

Vernon paused in closing the door, his gaze landing on her hunched over form. Dark eyes only stared coldly down at her.

"Such a waste of time we spent on you," he whispered. His tone held no hint of emotion in them. He could have merely been commenting on the weather if it weren't for his biting words. "No dinner for you tonight, and you shall not leave this room until we let you out."

Hollis shoved herself forward as the door swung close with a loud bang. A screech left her lips, but she knew it would be drowned out by the time he made it to the top of the stairs. Once that door was closed no sound of her desperate pleas would fill the house. Her good hand banged on the door as her voice called out, "Please, No! Please, come back! Uncle!"

Vernon simply continued to walk up. Her pleas of fear never reaching his ears as he filled his head of Dudley's birthday. His niece, once a light of his eye, had been forgotten. It felt like taking out the trash or caging up the dog before leaving the house. Only a nuisance of a chore that was easily forgotten after being done. A light whistle pierced the air as he closed the basement door.

Her screams were squashed out, the noise hidden behind the door.

~3~

By the time she had been allowed out her wrist had begun to get better. Once a day Harry had brought her food, a look of worry on his face, but having always been watched by one of her relatives wasn't able to do anything for her. She knew by the fact that Dudley and Harry were no longer going to school that summer break had arrived.

In an attempt to erase her existence as well as possible from their lives Hollis had been pulled from school. They gave the excuse of wishing to home school her due to new health issues that arose. As far as she knew someone handed in her work and grades each month making it seem like she was being schooled.

She begun to relish in the dark of her room where no one was around, which meant no one could hurt her. The few times her relatives came down to give her food, Harry had taken up to leaving the house as much as possible, it always ended painfully. Whether it was mentally or physically it always left a scar.

What Hollis didn't know was that her life was about to change with the arrival of a letter.

She was in the hallway dusting, a rare occurrence that she was anywhere near her relatives, or out of her jail when the sound of the mail slot echoed through the house. Hazel eyes blinked as she turned to stare at the envelopes that appeared on the floor.

"Dudley go get the post," Vernon's voice carried to her. Surprise flickered across her face before the expression melted back to a blank sheet. She had gotten better at hiding her pain, or emotions, behind an emptiness that surrounded her. Realistically she knew that something was terribly wrong with her, but this caused her sadness to go away, and made it easier for her to deal with her new life. She welcomed it with open arms.

"Make Hollis get it!" he whined. Dudley had taken quickly to the new way Hollis was treated and now dealt with her in the same fashion as he did with Harry. "She's already in the hallway." There was silence and Hollis held her breath waiting for an order, wondering if he would even speak to her.

"Harry, get the post," he calmly said ignoring that the girl was ever mentioned.

"Make Dudley," Harry snarked.

"Poke him with your Smelting's stick, Dudley." Moving toward the stairs Hollis ignored the sudden presence of Harry as he entered the hallway. Neither spoke but Harry's emerald eyes fell upon her form. She stiffened before focusing her attention back on slowly moving up the stairs, dusting the banister as she went.

Out of the corner of her eye she watched him lean over to pick up the mail, his hands sorting through them, knowing fully well nothing would be in there for him. At least she thought so until he froze right outside of the kitchen. His hand clutching a yellowish envelope. Another yell from their uncle caused him to move forward out of her line of sight.

A frown etched itself on her face as she wondered what he could possibly have found interesting in the stack. It didn't take long for her to lose interest as she moved to her aunt and uncles' room to make their bed for the day. From downstairs she could hear voices rise but by the time she had made it to the top of the stairs they had disappeared. Creeping halfway down the staircase she peeked down to see both boys battling to see who would get to listen through the keyhole. Dudley won leaving Harry laying flat on the ground, his ear toward the door. Her curiosity from before rushed back up, but the swinging of the door caused her to rush back upstairs not wanting to get caught.

It wasn't until later that she watched as Harry was ushered into the room Dudley used for his toys. Confusion swam around inside of her head as she watched him take the few measly things he owned and placed them inside. Her relatives still refused to acknowledge her existence, so she deemed the new change was only meant for Harry. Part of her felt happy for her twin. Even though he was still being treated the same at least he now had an actual room. Another part of her felt envious. Hollis squashed this one down as much as she could, filing it away with all the other negative emotions.

That night when she was forced to help Harry straighten up the wreck of a room her brother spoke to her for the first time in weeks. "Hollis," he whispered afraid of being overheard. She jumped at the sound of her name, an automatic response. Her eyes darted over to where he had moved to stand closer to her. There was still an arm length between them, but his words were clear as day. Not bothering to speak, she hardly ever did, Hollis nodded to show that she was listening.

"I think my moving into this room has something to do with the letter addressed to me," he said just as quietly. His green eyes darted over to the door. "It had where I slept on it." Blinking she sent him a confused look. "I don't know who it was from or how they knew where I slept. Who'd want to write to me?"

Personally, Hollis wondered that as well. Harry had no friends and wasn't involved in any activities. Hollis had been the popular one in school. She had a few friends send her letters after she disappeared from school but hadn't been allowed to read them, let alone reply.

Shrugging she went back to tossing toys into a box. Silence flooded the room once more and Hollis began to feel uncomfortable by it. She hated how awkward she felt when left alone in the presence of Harry. However, she didn't know how to bridge the distance between them, and by the looks of him neither did Harry.

"You had one too," he finally said. "It stated that your room was in the basement. I wonder why they didn't move you like they did me?" Hollis didn't bother answering this time either, not with words or actions.

She figured that they didn't move her because they liked to pretend, she didn't exist, and having a room in the basement didn't always mean cause for alarm. She had a friend once who's bedroom was in the basement of her house. However, it was much bigger than her own, and furnished to be a child's dream room. The family happened to have one child too many for the rooms they had in the house and converted a portion of their basement into one.

Harry upon deciding that he wouldn't be getting an answer turned back to sweeping the room. Finishing the rest of her work Hollis went to leave but was stopped by Harry speaking up again.

"I'm going to find out what was in that letter," he said, never turning toward her. "If you want when I do figure it out, I'll tell you." Hollis froze as she turned slightly back around to look at him. She would be lying if she said she wasn't curious. It was burning her up inside to know who would be writing not to just one of them but both. She was simply better at controlling herself than Harry was. Figuring out what was in that letter wasn't as important as staying off the Dursley's radar.

~3~

The next several days Hollis had been allowed out of her room, the days full of chore after chore for her to do. Harry, however, spent his days making new plans on how to get a letter. They kept arriving like they realized that the twins haven't read them. The only thing Hollis could think of was that a reply was needed. Eventually they would stop coming and even though that killed her curious side she would be much happier when the Dursleys were no longer full of anxiety.

They hadn't locked her away, but it almost seemed like they went out of their way recently to yell at her about something, anything. They were always picking at the way she did something, telling her to redo it, and correcting the way she did it. Their right way added to her workload making it longer the second time around.

She almost preferred the silent treatment to this. During all of it she never dared speak up against them. Finally, a week went by and it was Sunday. She had been ordered to serve the food to the family. Glares and snide remarks slipped from their lips, but she bared it with grace. It didn't matter that each word sliced at her like a knife.

"Do you know why today is so great, Dudley?" asked Vernon as he gave a happy little smile. Honestly, to Hollis, it looked a little demented. Dudley just stared at his father, a blank look on his face, speaking for itself that he had no idea. Hollis ducked her head as she made eye contact with her uncle. The slight happy look dampening with the contact. Harry passed her by carrying his own plate of bacon, as she set her bowl of eggs down on the table.

"No post on Sundays," answered Harry once it became obvious their cousin would not.

"Your right Harry," Vernon said going back to being happy. "No damn letters today." Hollis listened as she walked back to the kitchen moving to grab the glass pitcher of orange juice. As she had moved back toward the table a noise from the chimney startled her as a small object came flying out of it. She faltered in her step as it whooshed through the air before smacking her uncle in the back of the head. As he spun around, she could see his eyes grow with rage. His mustache twitched under his nose as his mouth opened.

She could almost hear the rage spill from his mouth before another letter flew into the room. This only seemed to cause the rage to grow but before he could express it for another time the room was soon flooded with parchment letters. Hollis could only simply stand there in shock even as one slowly fell in front of her. In emerald ink was her name, address, and where she slept.

Just as her body unfroze and she began to reach for the letter her uncle finally exploded. Around her she could hear the letters bouncing off the walls but in that moment her uncle's aura stole her whole attention. It felt deadly. A whole new level to what she had experienced in the past several weeks. As he began to tug at his mustache causing it to furl wildly only added to the dangerous tones he was emitting.

"Get out!" he exploded. Harry who was still jumping up into the air, trying to grab a letter was picked up around the waist and flung into the hall. Hollis jumped as her uncle rounded on her and harshly grabbed at her shoulder. Not fighting against him she willingly allowed him to drag her from the room. Her aunt and cousin followed, both wide eyed and in shock. "That does it! I want you all back here in five minutes, ready to leave. We're going away. Just pack some clothes. No arguments!"

Beginning to shake Hollis couldn't get her body to move. It wasn't until her uncle Vernon dragged her toward the basement stairs that she regained control back over her body. He shoved her forward into the open door. If it hadn't been for the fact that she had regained control she would have fallen down the stairs. As luck would have it she caught herself on the banister, and not wanting to anger her uncle further, began to quickly grab the few measly pieces of clothing she had been allowed to keep.

As she made her way back up the stairs, she vowed to stay silent and make as little fuss as possible. This would be the longest she had ever been around them since her exile and she had a feeling it would not go over well.

~3~

Two days later Hollis found herself in a rickety old shake in the middle of the ocean. At least it felt like the middle of the ocean.

The wind whistled as it made its way through the holes in the walls. She almost felt like the building swayed ever so slightly. Her tremoring hadn't stopped since they set foot on the island, and Hollis wasn't sure if it was because a chill had begun to set into her bones, or if it was the fear that had settled deep into her chest.

Her teeth chattered as she watched from the corner of the room as her uncle and aunt began to hand out the small rations that was brought with them. She wasn't sure how long her uncle expected them to stay but the small box wouldn't last more than a day. Her basement wasn't anything she wanted to return to but in this moment of unsureness she would take it all back. At least there she knew what to expect but here where her uncle was acting crazy, she didn't know what was going to happen. As Petunia turned to harry and gave him a water bottle and a banana Hollis could hear her stomach begin to growl. She had been allowed oatmeal at breakfast but since then she hadn't had anything.

Briefly her aunt caught her eye, the tall thin woman freezing before quickly spinning back around. Hollis deflated.

Perhaps she was meant to go hungry tonight. It wouldn't be the first and she began to mentally prepare herself for the torture to come. So, caught up in her own thoughts she hadn't heard Harry cautiously walk up to her. When half of a banana appeared in her line of sight Hollis's gaze moved up to his face where her brother stared at her expectantly. Biting her lip, she glanced down to where the other half was held with his water and she knew it would mean they would both go hungry tonight, but her stomach growled even louder. Giving a small smile in thanks Hollis took the offered food and without meaning to shove the whole thing into her mouth. It was a sweet torture on her taste buds. The little bit of food hardly touched her hunger, but it was still something.

Beside her Harry did the same, only he ate it at a much slower pace. He savored every bite rather than scarf it down.

As the rest of the family finished up eating Petunia began to make a bed for Dudley on the couch. Her and Uncle Vernon would take the sole bed in the next room. Hollis and Harry were left to figure out their own sleeping arrangements. As Hollis moved over toward the wall farthest from Dudley, Uncle Vernon had moved over toward the fireplace and tried to light a fire. He made no progress, but a bright smile had crossed his lips as he tried. Humming filled the small room as he rocked back on his heels.

"Could use some of those letters now," Vernon stated jokingly as he abandoned the idea of a fire all together.

Later that night as Harry laid in front of the unlit fireplace he watched as his sister shivered in the corner. He couldn't tell if she was sleeping or not. The chill that filled the air bothered him a little, but he had lucked out in bringing a long-sleeved shirt that helped keep him a bit warm. His emerald eyes lit up in worry as a violent shiver wracked through her body. Crawling over to where she laid, he reached out to gently shake her shoulder.

"Hollis," he called out softly. His eyes bounced around to see if he had woken Dudley. Upon finding him still fast asleep he tried shaking her again. A soft groan hissed between her lips, but she didn't move. With another shake her eyelids fluttered but a louder moan of pain was the only answer he got. His worry only growing he reached out to touch her sweaty forehead. Snatching back his fingers his eyes widened at the feeling of how hot her skin was. It was uncomfortable to the touch.

Taking a closer look, he observed how pale she had gotten. Reaching out once more for her shoulder he found that her shirt was still damp to the touch. She hadn't changed out of her clothes once they arrived even after having rowed to the island in pouring rain. Grabbing the plastic bag that held her clothes he found only one shirt and a pair of shorts within it. Anger flared up inside of him as he turned to glare toward where his uncle and aunt were sleeping.

He didn't fully understand why they had begun to treat her differently, but he suspected it had something to do with what happened at the park. Dudley had yelled quite a bit about what Hollis had done on the swings, something similar to what seemed to happen to Harry, and he found that whatever it was his relatives didn't like. After all they had once looked to Hollis as a princess, it would have taken a lot for them to hate her.

Pulling the sweater off Harry laid it over Hollis hoping to bring some warmth to her. He didn't dare go wake up one of the adults. He knew it would only make the matter worst and he doubted they would do anything to help. If anything, they would somehow blame this on Hollis and make her feel worse. No, instead he found that the sweater was big enough to cover over her. This was a surprising feat as Harry wasn't overly big himself, but to find that his sister was much smaller was a fact he found worrying. Harry couldn't believe he never noticed. Then he shuffled forward and lifted her head from the ground. Laying it on his lap he wrapped an arm around her to try to share some of the heat from his body.

His eyes blinked close several times before the sound of a light beeping startled him awake. From over on the couch Dudley's alarm was going off. Harry had set it himself earlier after Dudley had fallen asleep. Lifting his hand up from the cement floor he rested the palm on his twin's forehead. The fever was still high. With a sigh he dropped his hand back to the ground.

"Happy birthday, Hollis," he whispered hoping she could hear him. They hadn't ever uttered the words to each other. Only ever having the chance for Hollis to drop off whatever present she managed to sneak to him before running off again.

His eyes began to drift back to sleep when a new noise startled him back awake. At first, he waved it off as the sound of the waves crashing into the rock when it came again. Perhaps it was the wind hitting the shack?

BOOM!

The loud noise jerked Harry forward as Hollis flinched awake. Her hazel fevered eyes glanced around in fear as Harry pulled her back and away from the door. He shuffled until he was in front of her and she was hidden away into the corner of the room. Hollis grabbed at the back of his shirt with one hand while the other clutched at the sweater that she once used as a blanket. Her whole body shook violently as her head swam.

BOOM!

Vernon and Petunia ran from the other room as the second thump on the door washed over the room.

Hazel peeked out around Harry. Someone was outside, knocking to come in.

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