Mrs. Joan and I now were standing outside of a house with the address Number 4 Privet Drive. Mrs. Joan knocked on the door and waited. Three voices form inside the house answered at the exact same time. "Who is it?" One voice sounded like a young boy, another sounded like a high-pitched woman, and the last voice was deep, and sounded like a man. I heard a click and realized somebody was looking through a peephole in the door. Mrs. Joan bent down so she was clearly visible through the peephole. "Oh, my, goodness." Said the high-pitched woman. The door flung open. Standing inside was a plump man, a boy (who took after his father in size) and a skinny, tall woman who was standing at the door. The woman spoke again. "I can't believe it. oh, Bertha Joan, I haven't seen you in ages." I had to stifle a laugh, Mrs. Joan's real name was Bertha? "And who is this little joy?" The lady asked, eying me. "Oh!" Mrs. Joan exclaimed. She seemed to have forgot I was there. "Petunia, this Raven. Raven, this is Mrs. Petunia Dursley." Mrs. Joan/Bertha explained. "Looks nothing like you, or Gage for a matter of fact. Speaking of Gage, I'm so sorry of what happened to him. I read about it in the paper." Petunia sighed. "Well," Bertha started. "The reason she doesn't look like us is because she's adopted. A strange man who looked like what I imagine a wizard would look like showed up on our porch one day and dropped her off." Petunia's face turned more pale than it already was at the word 'wizard'. "Bertha," Petunia muttered. "Why don't you come in for a moment. Leave the girl outside, we won't be gone long." Bertha and Petunia marched inside and slammed the door in my face. I strained to listen, but the walls were too thick. More than anything, I wished I could hear what they were saying. Then I heard a click, and a slide. I whipped around, The window was wide open. Nobody had opened it, I knew this because nobody was at the window. Nevertheless, I was thankful for the chance to eavesdrop. I snuck toward the window to listen, inside I heard two voices. "Bertha this is more than you think. Raven is a witch!" Petunia hissed. "A witch you say? Come on Petunia! You know very well I'm not falling for that." Bertha snapped. "Listen closely Bertha, I need to tell you something about witches. I have a nephew,- his name is Harry. Harry is the reason I haven't seen you in twelve years! His mother was a witch, and his father a wizard. They were both killed by a wizard named Voldemort. So Harry has been living with us for twelve years. Harry is a wizard too, just like his parents. On his eleventh birthday last year, he got an invitation to a school for witchcraft and wizardry. Hogwarts is the name of the school. Witches and wizards are freaks you know. Freaks! You must keep her a secret, don't let her leave the house, and don't let her go to Hogwarts!" Petunia explained. As quickly as I could I ran back to the porch and tried to look like I hadn't heard a thing. Bertha opened the door with a grim expression on her face. "Raven, let's go home." She said. Before I could answer, she grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me home. I could tell from now on things are going to be a bit rocky.
