Chapter Four

After traversing the country, we had finally arrived at our supposed destination. 

A shack … in the middle of the sea!

What a lovely family holiday?! I spitely thought, as I sat in the rickety second hand boat, which seems to be seconds away from toppling. 

Turns out you really can judge the wooden half rotted outside of a shack on an island in the middle of the sea. 

Who knew? Though seriously how depressing is this, I'm lying down on the dusty ground as I wish myself a happy birthday. 

Twack… twack...twack. 

At precisely midnight, a loud unmistakable sound echoed the small wooden lodge currently occupied by three Dursley and a Potter.

"Who the bloody hell disturbs perfectly normal people in this ungodly hour?" demanded uncle Vernon, a question, frankly we all wanted to know. 

As if whoever was outside took that as an invitation to come inside which is exactly what they did. And what a person they were. 

A large man bordered on giant-like wearing a large brown  fur coat and with long shaggy brown hair. 

"I … I … I'm warning you sir. I'm armed!"