Letters keep coming in strange ways over the next few days until Uncle Vernon flips. He is planning on taking us to a hotel but he decides against it, he says it's too expensive so he takes us to a cabin on a rock in the sea. It's 12:30 when Harry shakes me awake. We're lying on the floor of the cabin (which is freezing cold). Dudleys snoring on the couch and Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon are in the only other room, the bedroom. "Happy Birthday!! " Harry whispers and I give him a hug. "Let's not go to sleep tonight," I Whisper and he nods. We lie side by side looking out the small crack in the door at the sea.  It's churning around and the wind is battering the side of the cabin."So we're 11 now, I suppose. No birthday cake or party just a cabin in the sea with a freezing floor." Harry whispers."We'll, this is our life, there's nothing to do but live it," I whisper back and we return to staring at the ceiling.