The Dursleys

A bony woman with blonde hair, a horsey face and a very long neck opens the door for me. Petunia Dursley. I try my hardest to give her the sweetest smile as I can feel my hands tingling with the wish to strangle her.
"And who would you be?" she asks. I don't think she's being mean right now but her tone is so stuck up it feels hard to not just bark some insults at me.
"Oh, my name is Haven, ma'am." she raises her eyebrows
"and...?" yeah and? Dudley's birthday can't be used as an excuse. Harry Potter definitely not. So what now? Come on think!
"I was wondering if Dudley was home?"
"Why?"
"Oh well we go to school together. I mean we went to school together" she's still expecting more. "See, I never got to talk to him back then. So I... I was hoping I could have a shot at it now." I smile and try to make my voice extra soft, sweet and girly. I also put my hands behind my back, sway back and forth and try to be as adorable as possible.
"If you never talked, how do you know where he lives?" oh... oh shit.
"His friend told me... uhm Gordon?" her face lightens up
"Oh Gordon is such a sweet boy!" yeah I bet he is.
"But that still doesn't really explain why you are here." god dammit woman just let me in. I smile again
"It's a little embarrassing it's just..." I flash her big dreamy eyes "he's like really cute.." I giggle.
My brain is throwing up right now but it seems to work.
She smiles and yells "Dudleyyy! Your little girlfriend is here to see youuu" I don't think so. But just as I feel too disgusted by the situation to stay any longer the brown haired boy from my vision curiously peeks out of his small cupboard under the stairs. Fucking child abuse.
Mrs. Dursley signs me to wait for a second and stomps up the stairs yelling her sons name multiple times.
"Potter!" I whisper at Harry. He looks confused. "I need to talk to you. Meet me outside at midnight." he looks even more confused. "just do it" still no answer, just more confused staring. "Harry Potter, it's important! It has to do with the letters you have been receiving. Do You Understand?!" I'm beginning to get frustrated with him but then he nods. "Good" I whisper, then I run away, not planning to have any sort of conversation wit Dudley.
I guess now all I have to do is wait until midnight, without somebody sending the police after me. Also I don't have a clock so I have to keep the door in sight once it get's dark. This is so fucking frustrating.
Every part of me just wants to take a shower, put on some fresh clothes and lay down in a soft comfortable warm bed. I guess I am fortunate that it is currently summer and at least I won't freeze while basically being homeless.
I am wondering if I could sleep in a cheap hostel for the £100 I stole but I need those for all the school equipment. I just start roaming through the neighbourhood, go back to the playground and swing for a while.
I am bored. Really fucking bored. There's one thing I could try. I'm curious how much control I actually have over those visions. Can I see all of the future if I try really heard or do I need something to trigger them. Plus, how do I just know so much about Hermione and Harry without an actual vision?
There's one person who I haven't tried this out on yet. The Ginger, Ron Weasley. I close my eyes and try my best to remember him. He has a large family. They seem rather happy as well, considering they don't have a lot of money.
As I'm digging for something on him I can feel my brain wanting to go in a specific direction. I see blonde hair flashing past my eyes. Not quite as white as mine but really close. It makes me sad, but at the same time it gives me a feeling of fulfilment.
I have to meet whoever this is about. I bet they are where I'll get my answers. They are more important than anything else. I concentrate harder.
Yes, Slytherin again. That's why I feel the strong urge to be in Slytherin.
I see snakes, then I see a skull and then a tattoo of a snake and a skull. That one makes me feel cold. Really cold and scared.
I see flashes of green and red crashing into each other and suddenly my ears are filled by eerie screams and laughter.
I hate it. I want to get out but just before I can escape everything I am seeing I see a boy drop dead as a green light flashes through my entire mind. I can't quiet see his face but he's wearing a black and yellow jersey.
My eyes go wide as I try to fight the feeling that has overcome me. I feel like vomiting and crying. Then I realize it has become dark outside. How long was I actually trapped? It felt like seconds. I decide it's time to make my way back to the Dursley residence.
Through another window I spot a clock.. Jesus Christ it's 11:47pm? At least now I know how to waste hours in minutes. I hide in the bushes of the house next to Harry's as I wait for him to come outside. Ten minutes I calmly sit and wait and he actually quietly opens the house door and sneaks out of the residence.
"Potter" I whisper and he looks into my direction. Quietly I walk towards him. He is quite short for his age and so skinny it's hard to believe the Dursley's gave him even a sigle meal in his entire life. His hair is black and he looks at me with a pair of bright green eyes through round eyeglasses. A lightning bolt-shaped scar sits on his forehead. He looks miserable.
"What do you know about the letters?" he asks without any attempt at smalltalk beforehand.
"I can't tell you." "That's why you told me to come here in the first place."
"No. I said it is in relation to the letters. I can tell you that I got one as well. I know what it's about. I cannot tell you that though."
"Then what do you want?" he seems scared that Vernon or Petunia are going to find him out at this hour so I excuse his snarky tone.
"I need your help. I need you to keep this note. Do NOT read it until the really weird thing that's going to happen on your birthday."
"What weird thing?"
" I can't tell you."
"Why not?"
"Because, quite frankly I don't want you to think I'm insane."
"Oh but I already do." yeah.. that was offensive.
"Listen, Harry. Someone is going to come pick you up on your birthday. It has to do with the letters. That is all I can tell you. I need you to promise me that you won't read my note until this happens. But I do need you as soon as it happens. After that there won't be no time left. He comes, you open the note immediately. Not a second earlier, not a second later. It is urgent." he seems really confused, but he takes my note and puts it into his pocket.
"Everything is about to become a lot better, I promise you that. But you have to promise to keep the note safe. Don't let it get wet, don't let dumptruck Dudley find it. Get it?"
He chuckles "So you don't think Dudley's the sweetest huh?"
I give him the most disgusted look.
"Fine I promise. But I have to get back inside now, before I get caught."
I nod, turn around and leave. That was easy.