Slytherin Princess - Tabitha Repass (free children's ebooks pdf TXT) 📗

*Camilla's P.O.V.*
I've been treated like royalty at the Dursley's while Harry was treated like complete and utter crap. I didn't like it; I didn't like it at all. I was a doorstep child I was not related to anyone in the Dursley house, but Vernon and Petunia Dursley insisted I called them mummy and daddy. I was sitting with Harry in his cupboard talking with him. I heard Dudley stomping on the stairs as loud as he could, and this enraged me. 'Why the hell does he do this to his cousin?' I asked myself as I stalked out of the cupboard, and Harry followed close behind so he could control me. "WOULD YOU STOP IT?! I'M TRYING TO HAVE A CHAT WITH HIM, AND YOU'RE UP HERE MAKING A RACKET THAT COULD WAKE UP VAN GOGH!" I roared. "AND HE'S DEAD, AND MISSING AN EAR!!" Then Mr. and Mrs. Dursley proceeded to run into the room. "What happened? Are you okay Cami? Did either of the boys hurt you?" Mrs. Dursley kept barreling Camilla with questions. "I was talking to Harry in his room mummy, and Dudley kept making it impossible for me to hear h-him. M-mummy D-Dudley h-hit m-me," I burst into tears, and Mr. Dursley dragged Dudley out of the room by the ear as Mrs. Dursley hugged me. "Today's Saturday, right mummy?" I asked sniffling. "Yes darling and I do believe it's your birthday tomorrow," Mrs. Dursley stated smiling. "Okay mummy," I smiled back, and turned walking away with an annoyed look on my face. 'Tomorrow is Harry's birthday too, but they never remember. Yeah it's only flesh and blood they're shunning, but they feel the need to treat a doorstep baby like royalty,' I thought sourly. I went to bed with a heavy heart, and agitated thoughts in my head. I woke up with wild mass of tangled, black curls on the top of my head. I sighed, and made my way to Mr. and Mrs. Dursley's room. "Mummy? Can you please fix this? I've been trying too but it hurts when I try getting it untangled," I asked in a small voice. "Of course dear," she smiled warmly at me, and then fixed the rats nest on my head. "I'm going to be taking Dudley, Peirs, you, and since Mrs. Figg can't take Harry I'll have to take him to. I'm bringing daddy too so Dudley won't hurt you," Mrs. Dursley murmured. This is a beforehand note for you people I have episodes were I'll have 80's slang mix with my words or I'll actually sound American. "Cami, Darling hurry up get dressed we are leaving soon," Mrs. Dursley called as I was looking at my face in the mirror. "Okay mummy," I called back, and pulled out my outfit for the day. I was wearing a low-cut, black, long sleeve shirt, my white skinny jeans, and then my black on black converse. I pulled them on, and ran down the stairs. I practically jumped Harry, and we went tumbling. I landed on my back with Harry holding my head up so it didn't hit the floor. "S-s-sorry Harry," I murmured looking down with a blush burning at my cheeks. "Its fine Milly," he smiled at me, and I smiled back helping him up. "C'mon Harry Mrs. Dursley's taking me, you, Dudley, and Peirs to the zoo!" I exclaimed excitedly pulling him with me. The car ride to the zoo was uncomfortable there was only room for three children in the back, and the three boys had had already taken up those seats. So Mr. and Mrs. Dursley had me sit on Peirs' lap, and he was enjoying it. "Mummy I didn't enjoy sitting in Peirs' lap," I muttered looking at the ground. "It's okay darling," Mrs. Dursley cooed. "You can sit on Harry's lap on the way home. You don't mind that, do you?" she asked looking at me concerned. "I wouldn't mind that Harry won't be as touchy feely as Peirs," I smiled, and walked with Harry to look at the animals. Harry and I came across a Brazilian Boa Constrictor I looked at him in fascination, and smiled when it tilted its head as if it was acknowledging me. "I guess it's no fun getting goggled at all day is it?" I asked it not expecting an answered from it. "Ci Amiga," came a husky, Hispanic male’s voice, and my eyes widened. "Was that you?" I asked, and my voice sounded kind of hissy. The snake bobbed its head up and down, and if snakes could smirk I think this one would be smirking now. I pulled on Harry's sleeve, and looked at him wide eyed. "Ha-harry, I think the snake talked," I whispered looking horrified. "No hay razón para tener miedo de mi amiga," the husky, hispanic voice soothed. "Hago ningún daño familiares," It continued. "You hear it right Harry?" I asked looking at the snake shocked. "Yeah," Harry murmured. Dudley stormed over to us, and he leaned over the railing expecting the glass to keep him from falling. He fell into the enclosure, and the snake slithered out, and wrapped itself around my body. Resting its head on my shoulder, and let out a laughing hiss. "Quiero ir a casa con usted, chica," the Boa nuzzled the crook of my neck. "¿Cuál es tu nombre señor?" I asked freezing in my spot. "Mi nombre es Hunter," He answered squeezing slightly, and then loosening a snake version of a hug. "Ya sé su nombre señorita, es Camilla," the snake hissed lightly. 'How long does it take the damn zoo keepers to get here?!' I thought getting frustrated. I looked over at the enclosure, and they were all working on getting Dudley out of the grip of another Boa Constrictor. "¿Es que tu chica?" I asked quietly. "Ci Amiga. Ella es Hermosa ¿verdad?" he asked looking at me, and smiling widely. "Ci," was all I answered. "No van a dejar que me tome, ¿verdad?" he asked looking glum. "No," I answered, and he uncoiled from me. He made his way back to the enclosure, and got his girl off of Dudley. I was suddenly engulfed into a warm hug, and Harry was being dragged back to the car. So, I only assumed it was Mrs. Dursley. She picked me up, and placed in the back on Harry's lap. When we arrived home I was yanked off Harry's lap roughly, and then Harry was yanked from the car. He landed on his hands and knees on the ground, and I heard the inaudible whimper that left his mouth. I went to my knees next to him, and wrapped my arms around him. I was beyond enraged, and my left eye began twitching. "If you harm Harry again Vernon I will be the one personally responsible for your death," I hissed, and my eyes narrowed to slits. Vernon brought an open hand across my face, and my head snapped to the side. I gasped in pain, my vision turned red, and the car and house windows shattered. "You're a freak just like him!" Vernon hissed, and my left eye began twitching again. "I'm not a freak Vernon. I'm protective of my friends, and you have no damn right to harm Harry," I whispered with tears streaming down my face. "Vernon! Why the hell would you lay a hand on my little girl?!" Mrs. Dursley yelled collecting me in her arms. "She's a freak like Potter, Petunia!" Vernon yelled looking at me with such disdain that the glare actually caused physical pain. I looked at the ground as I walked to the door of the house, and picked up the mail. It had a letter for each me and Harry both looking identical on the outside. I placed the letters into my pocket to hide them from Vernon, and gave the rest of the mail to Mrs. Dursley. Once in the house Harry was shoved into his cupboard, and I slipped his letter under the door as soon as Vernon was out of sight. I ran to my room to open my letter, and locked the door.
HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore (Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards) Dear Camilla,
We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on 1 September (or when you happen to register). We await your owl after registration.
Uniform First year students will require: Three sets of plain work robes (black)
One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear
One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)
One winter cloak (black, silver fastenings)
Please not that all pupils' clothes should carry name tags
Set Books All students should have a copy of each of the following: The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1) by Miranda Goshawk
A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot
Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling
A Beginners' Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch
One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida Spore
Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger
Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander
The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection by Quentin Trimble
Other Equipment
1 wand
1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)
1 set glass or crystal phials
1 telescope
1 set brass scales
Students may also bring and owl, cat or toad
PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICKS
Sincerely,
Albus Dumbledore
I looked at the letter in awe, and then quickly took out my lap top. I typed up a quick reply, and then scrutinized it looking for minor flaws.
Dear Albus Dumbledore,
My 'door step parents' as I call them treat Harry very harshly because he is as you put it a wizard. They treat me better than him, their own flesh and blood shunned because of what he is. I'm not sure of what they would do if I showed them this letter I have received from you. If you could so kindly send someone to get us without my 'door step parents' bothering to find us? If by any chance you can. I would be thanking you a million times over for taking me and Harry from this wretched place.
Thank You,
Camilla
I printed out the letter and an owl was tapping on my window. I opened my window, and the grey owl fluttered into the room. I added to the back of my letter P.S. May I bring a snake instead of a cat, owl, or toad. I'm just fascinated by them. I folded the letter up, and tied it to the old owl feeling stupid for even trying this. I opened my window, and told the bird to take the letter to Dumbledore. To my astonishment the bird flew off without a second glance. I lay back in bed with the letters shoved under my mattress, and sighed when someone knocked on my door. "C'mon in," I smiled as Harry walked in, and it dropped when I saw he was hurt. "C'mere Harry," I whispered watching him limp over to the bed, and plop down on it. "What happened to you?" I demanded looking over his injuries. "Err, uncle Vernon beat me," he mumbled. "That bloody