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// The Letters from Nobody 
// Story: Cinematic Adventures: Harry Potter and the Sorcerers Stone 
// by extremeenigma02 
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Following the incident with the vanishing glass at the zoo, Harry was locked within the cupboard beneath the stairs for a week, denied of meals and only allowed out of the small space for bathroom privileges. Thankfully, his new friends would creep downstairs at night and unlock the cupboard to allow Harry out, either to fix himself some food or just sit around for a chat. They truly felt bad for the poor boy and the clearly abusive life he’s had, to think his own flesh and blood could commit such vile, horrible acts to him. But nevertheless, the week eventually passed, and Harry was finally allowed out of the cupboard.

One morning, Harry stepped outside the cupboard and was immediately greeted by his friends.

“Hi guys,” He waved to them.

“Hey Harry,” Twilight greeted. “How are you this morning?”

“Just glad I’m finally able to come out.”

“I don’t blame you, darling,” Rarity exclaimed sadly. “I cannot simply fathom that you were forced to stay in such a crumped little cupboard for an entire week. With no meals even.”

Harry nodded slightly, merely shrugging off her concerns.

“I’m just really thankful all of you care about me so much,” He smiled gratefully. “You didn’t have to sneak around at night just to let me out.”

“Ah, no need to thank us for that dude,” Rainbow assured.

“We would have done it within a heartbeat regardless,” Ocellus smiled.

“Yona still wish she could trample horrible relatives that make Harry miserable!” Yona growled.

Harry couldn’t help but chuck at the young yak. But should the day come when Yona actually kept her word, he only hoped he’d have a camera to record the whole thing. Just then, the whole group could hear laughter coming from the living room of the house and decided to investigate. The moment they stepped into the living room, Rarity shrieked in shock and fainted dramatically at the sight.

“Rarity, what in Sam Hill is wrong with ya?” Applejack asked the fallen unicorn.

The fashionista raised a shaky hoof, pointing toward the center of the living room. Everyone turned and before their eyes are the Dursleys standing in the center with Dudley posing by the fireplace while his parents take pictures. The boy wore a rather ugly-looking uniform of sorts, wine-red in color with clunky brown shoes. Rarity tried to sit up, but upon seeing Dudley she immediately fainted again.

“Such a horrid, wretched ensemble for any pony or anyone to wear!” Rarity cried dramatically. “That jacket’s ghastly at best and those slacks should be outlawed. Don’t even get me started on those shoes… oh, the shoes!”

Every creature rolled their eyes, shaking their heads in unison.

“Leave it to Mrs. Rarity to faint over fashion,” Sandbar groaned.

“Yeah, but I agree with her on this one,” Smolder remarked. “That outfit is pretty ugly.”

“Smolder, don’t be rude!” Twilight scolded.

In the meantime, Dudley keeps posing by the fireplace with a smug smile on his face as his parents kept taking pictures, looking as proud as ever.

“Oh Vernon, just look at him,” Petunia said adoringly. “I can’t believe it. In just a week he’ll be off to Smeltings.”

“Caveat Smeltona,” Vernon nodded proudly. “Proudest moment of my life.”

As Harry looked on silently, he felt a tapping on his leg. He turned around and saw Gallus below him.

“What’s this Smeltings place they’re talking about?” Gallus asked.

“A private school Uncle Vernon attended a long time ago,” Harry explained. “It’s mostly for high society children that are snobby and rude.”

“Ahh… Dudley will fit right in, huh?” Gallus joked.

This caused Harry to laugh along with Gallus, which drew the attention of Vernon and Petunia.

“Something funny boy?” Vernon growled.

Harry and Gallus quickly stopped laughing, even though the magic prevented Gallus from being seen.

“Nothing…” Harry replied, shaking quickly. “Nothing.”

“Well keep quiet!” Vernon snipped. 

“Will I have to wear that too?”

Hearing the question, Vernon, Petunia, and Dudley turned toward him as though he just uttered the most ridiculous suggestion in the entire world.

“You? Go to Smeltings?” Petunia questioned.

Harry nodded slowly… and all three Dursleys burst out laughing. Petunia immediately pushed past him, heading back into the kitchen.

“Don’t be so stupid!” She laughed. “You’re going to go to the state school where you belong. And this is what you’ll be wearing after I finish dyeing it.”

She grabbed a pair of tongs, dipping them into a boiling pot, and proceeded to pull out some soggy old clothes. Harry cringed, immediately recognizing them.

“But that’s Dudley’s old uniform,” He complained. “It’ll fit me like bits of old elephant skin!”

“They’ll fit you well enough!” Petunia growled back at him.

Just then, she heard what sounded like mail being shoved through the mail slot of the front door. 

“Go get the post!” She demanded. “Go!”

Harry quickly walked back out through the hall towards the front door, while the others followed quickly behind.

“Man, those guys make Filthy and Spoiled Rich look like complete saints!” Gallus remarked.

“To think your Aunt would force you to wear such hideous attire,” Rarity cringed. “Not to mention your cousin had worn them before. Ugh… I just threw up in my own mouth just thinking about it.”

“Story of my life,” Harry shrugged.

Harry proceeds to sort through the letters, most of them bills for the month. Just then, one particular letter makes his eyes widen in shock. There in his grasp, one of the letters was actually addressed to him. The others approach him and stare toward the letter as well.

“Ooh… you got a letter Harry!” Pinkie said excitedly.

“That’s odd,” Harry said curiously. “I’ve never gotten mail before.”

“Well don’t just stand there buddy,” Rainbow said. “Let’s tear that sucker open!”

“I should probably give my uncle the rest of the mail first.”

Harry and the others proceed into the kitchen. Uncle Vernon and Dudley sit at the table, while Aunt Petunia is busily working in the kitchen. Harry hands Vernon the rest of the mail, as he walked around the other side of the table with his letter.

“Ah, Marge is ill!” Vernon read the postcard. “Ate a funny whelk.”

Just as Harry was about to open his own letter, Dudley noticed and rushed across the table, snatching it from his hands.

“Dad, look! Harry’s got a letter!”

“Hey, give it back!” Harry demanded. “It’s mine!”

“Yours?” Vernon laughed. “Who’d be writing to you?”

Vernon flipped the letter noticing the broken seal on the back. Seeing this, his eyes widen in complete shock and horror. He showed the letter to Petunia, who in turn also looked quite horrified. The two quickly shoved both boys out into the hall, closing the door behind them, locking it in the process. Wanting to know the deal, Harry, Dudley, and every creature tried their best to hear what was going on through the door.

“How is this possible Vernon?” Petunia asked frantically. “How could they possibly know where he sleeps?”

“They are probably watching the house!” Vernon stated, equally frantic. “You know the lot of them. Freaks, all of them.”

“How should we respond? Should we write back to them? Tell them we have absolutely no interest?”

“No! I’ll tell you what we are going to do. We’re not going to do anything. If we never respond, they’ll eventually give up. I swore I would never have one under this roof.”

As they listened, the boys, along with all the ponies and creatures, wondered what they were talking about. They didn’t have the time to ponder however, as Vernon yanked the door open. Harry and Dudley quickly stood up, acting as though they know nothing. Expecting Vernon to be livid, it was surprising for them to see the fakest smile on his face unlike any they’ve ever seen.

“Dudley… go on up to your room,” He told his son.

“But I want to know what’s in the letter!” Dudley whined.

“Now!” Vernon yelled.

Dudley stood completely taken aback by the outburst. Never before had either of his parents raised their voices to him. With a frustrated stomp, Dudley stormed toward his room. This left Vernon and Harry in the hallway, as the man actually smiled toward Harry.

“You know boy, I’ve been thinking,” He said. “Maybe that old cupboard’s getting too small for you…”

“Gee, you think?” Smolder muttered sarcastically.

“So, your aunt and I have been thinking… and maybe now you can move upstairs into Dudley’s second bedroom.”

To say Harry was shocked is a major understatement. Harry Potter actually allowed to live in the second bedroom upstairs…. sure it was small, no bigger than the cupboard, but still…

“You mean… I get my own room?” Harry asked. “But I thought…”

“Unless you’d rather stay in the cupboard?” Vernon interjected.

“Nope… nope we don’t want that!” Twilight told Potter.

“No…” Harry shook his head.

“Then take whatever belongs to you and get upstairs. I have… some urgent business to deal with and I do not want to be disturbed!”

“Yes Uncle Vernon…”

Harry Potter quickly makes his way into the cupboard, grabbing as much supplies as he can… which turned out to be very little. The rest of the group turn back toward Vernon, who proceeded to make his way back into the living room shutting the door behind him. But not before Twilight spotted the letter, still in it’s envelope, sitting in the back pocket of his trousers. 

“Hmm…” Twilight pondered, curiously.

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As time goes by, it wasn’t long before the Equestrians notice strange occurrences happening around the Dursley’s home. An owl flies from the sky carrying the same letter, drops it off through the slot, and joins a large flock gathered around the house. From inside, Vernon grabbed a handful of the letters and ripped them apart in frustration.

While all of this was going on, the Equestrians gathered together alongside Harry in the bedroom handed to him by his uncle. Smolder and Gallus were playing a round of an old chess set Harry happened to find in the stairway cupboard. After a few minutes of playing, it’s Smolder who plays the winning move.

“Checkmate!” Smolder smirks. “I win again!”

“That’s the fifth game in a row!” Gallus muttered. “You’re sure you’re not cheating?”

“Ah don’t be such a sour bird…”

Just then, they heard what resembled a slight whirring noise. Curious, the two slowly open the bedroom door and peek outside for a quick look. Before their very eyes, they could see Vernon drilling wood over the letterbox opening.

“No more mail through this letterbox,” Vernon declared.

Gallus and Smolder turn their heads toward each other, Smolder’s eye looking at White Queen piece in her claw. Mischievous smirks form on their faces, as they clearly had the same idea. Vernon just finished drilling the wood in place, putting the drill down by the door. Brushing off his hands, he turned to walk away when…

“OW!” Vernon cried out, reeling his foot. “What in the world—”

Looking down, while hobbling on his left foot, he spied a chess piece that was left exactly where he was about to step.

“BOY!” Vernon shouted.

Grumbling, not waiting for an answer, Vernon grabbed the piece and stuffed it in his pocket before making his way back to the living room.

“Thought I told him to pick these up…”

Unbeknownst to him, Gallus and Smolder leaned over the stairs snickering in triumph. They slap claws after a successful prank when a shadow slowly loomed behind them. Pausing mid-chuckle, the two slowly turned their heads as Applejack stared at the two students, a single eyebrow raised. Silently, all Gallus and Smolder could do was shrug their arms while smiling sheepishly.

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As the weeks progressed, more letters continued to arrive… all of whom for Harry himself. One particular day, Petunia was trying to crack eggs for a dish she was making. The first egg she cracked; a crumpled letter came out. Dismissing the letter entirely, she tried cracking another… only for another letter to come out. Petunia tried a third time, and another came out. Staring at the letters for a moment, the woman looked up as her eyes peered through the kitchen window. Three owls perched along the back fence just staring at her, causing her to scream and rush out of the room.

Later, outside the house, Vernon and Petunia emerge from the front door. Before Vernon was about to head off for work, Petunia kissed his cheek.

“Have a lovely day at the office, dear,” Petunia said lovingly.

Screeching makes Petunia stop, looking out with horror in her eyes. She gestured Vernon toward her direction, as Vernon turned around to the sight of a bunch of owls looming over the pair.

“Shoo!” Vernon growled. “Go on!”

But a flock of owls wasn’t the only disturbing sight for the Dursleys. Petunia’s eyes widen further as she looked down at the foot of the porch. Vernon looked down as well and there’s no mistaking what either Dursley saw: A pile of letters growing bigger and bigger by the hour.

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Another day turned to evening, as Vernon spent hours tossing letter after letter directly into the fireplace. Harry Potter and his friends, invisible to the naked eye, come around the corner to bear witness to the display before them. Vernon turns briefly, grinning evilly with a letter in his grasp, before tossing another into the pile of burning parchment. It was a tough event to bear witness, especially for some of Twilight’s friends some of whom had an increasing urge to act… but still they kept silent knowing more would come… more would come…

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A previous week passed, and the letters constantly kept coming in a variety of odd forms. Until at last, they could see Vernon Dursley had finally been driven off the deep end. While the family sat around the living room, with Harry serving cookies, an insane look was plastered along Vernon’s face. His eyes completely bugged out of his head, his hair sticking out in many different places. There was no mistake the man looked truly crazy.

“Fine Day Sunday,” He muttered to himself. “In my opinion, best day of the week. Why is that Dudley?”

Dudley just shrugged as Harry continued making his way around with the plate of cookies. He finally stepped in front of Vernon, handing him a cookie, while taking note of his uncle’s increasing insanity.

“Because there’s no post on Sunday?” Harry guessed.

“Ah, right you are, Harry,” Vernon said enthusiastically. “No post on Sunday. Hah!”

“For all the grief, Vernon honestly has a point,” Spike replied. “Gabby and I made a trip to the Ponyville Post Office one day and Derpy would go on and on over how the Postal Service would run.”

“For regular service, I can understand,” Fluttershy replied, looking out. “But somehow I don’t think that’s stopping them from trying…”

Soon as Fluttershy spoke, a shadow flew outside the window drawing the group’s attention. Harry and his friends walk over as Vernon kept muttering to himself.

“No blasted letters today! No, sir. Not one single bloody letter, not one…”

Peeking through the drapes, Harry and the Equestrians could see millions of owls gathered outside. A majority were perched atop the house, around the cars, all over the yawn, a few along the streetlights… everything. Which could only mean ‘one’ thing for the group?

“No sir,” Vernon continued. “Not one blasted, miserable—”

Suddenly, a letter shot from the fireplace and zipped across Vernon’s face cutting him off. A rumbling soon followed, shaking the house. 

“E-E-E-E-Earthquake?” Silverstream guessed.

“I don’t think so,” Pinkie shook. “Something tells me this place isn’t sitting on any fault lines… least that’s how Maud would—”

“GUYS, LOOK!” Rainbow pointed out.

All at once, zillions of letters shot out of the fireplace all at once. The sudden arrival of letters sends the entire family, minus Harry, screaming in panic.

“AHH! Make it stop!” Dudley cries, leaping onto Petunia’s lap. “Please make it stop!”

“Go away!” Vernon cried out. “Ahh!”

“Quick Harry!” Twilight called out. “Grab a letter! Every pony, catch the first envelope you see!”

While the Dursleys were screaming their heads off, Harry jumped onto the coffee table to grab a letter. All the others did their best to reach for a letter, which proved extraordinarily difficult as they were flying all around them at a rapid pace. 

“What is it? Please tell me what’s happening!” Dudley screamed.

Finally, Harry managed to grab a letter and starts to run away. But Vernon, catching Harry in his sight, jumped up as well.

“Give me that!” He shouted. “Give me that letter!”

“Run Harry! Run!!!” Spike shouted.

Vernon chased Harry down the hall, grabbing him just before Harry could make it into the cupboard under the stairs.

“Get off!” Harry yelled. “Aah!”

“Okay that’s it tubby!!!” Rainbow shouted. “Now we do things my way!!!”

“Rainbow, NOO—” Twilight shouted.

But it was too late. Rapidly flapping her wings, Rainbow sent the flying letters toward the bigger Dursley. Vernon kept Harry restrained, as the letters shot out not only by Rainbow Dash but everywhere around the house.

“Ahh!!!” Vernon screamed.

“They’re my letters! Let go of me!”

Finally, the wooden plank nailed in front of the letterbox broke from the expressive pressure of the letters shooting through the slot. And it was during this moment Vernon had enough of this madness.

“That’s it!” He yelled, frustrated. “We’re going away! Far away! Where they can’t find us!”

“Daddy’s gone mad, hasn’t he?!” Dudley asked.

“YOU THINK?!” Rarity shrieked.

But whether or not the ponies were heard or not, Petunia just looked on with the most horrified look she ever formed. For deep down, amidst everything that’s happening around her, she knew that Dudley may be right