'What is going on?', Harry asked Uncle Vernon.
'Nothing, boy', Vernon answered.
'But-'.
'Nothing. Just be quiet-'.523Please respect copyright.PENANAjXMpf8Wby6
Harry looked at the letters. 523Please respect copyright.PENANAE3vSZf4Bzh
One.
Two.
Twenty.
More letters.
'It's for me', Harry smiled.
He thought someone was playing a trick.
He saw the lettering.
It was in a fancy lettering.
Dear Harry Potter523Please respect copyright.PENANA9fT0mOmQi4
You have been admitted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please come to London by 11:00 AM on September 1; please don't be late. 523Please respect copyright.PENANAprU6IFZ8Ls
Signed, Minerva McGonagall523Please respect copyright.PENANAm8l5QRDANc
Head of Gryffindor House523Please respect copyright.PENANARGHdcKmo6e
Assistant Headmistress523Please respect copyright.PENANANbJZtCIELq
***
'It's that funny school, dad', Dudley said.
Vernon Dursley burned the letter in the warm fireplace, and he hoped the talk of magic would be over.
***
'It's that sister of yours, Petunia. Strange she is', Vernon stated.
'She was a witch; she...'.
'You knew about them', Harry yelled in the kitchen.
'Yes', Petunia sighed.
Then he saw someone was banging on the front door.
Harry opened it up.
It was Rubeus Hagrid.
The giant.
***
'Who are you?', Harry asked him.
'Rubeus Hagrid. The Groundskeeper at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry; and former student there', he answered.523Please respect copyright.PENANAZnL82hu864
'You will not come here', Vernon Dursley said.523Please respect copyright.PENANAMYqUbe9bcc
'Quiet!', Rubeus bellowed in anger.523Please respect copyright.PENANA4VZhw5nZOm
Vernon was silent.523Please respect copyright.PENANASJSIfII7JS
'He burned the letters', Harry piped in.
'Did you, Muggle? A sorry state of affairs. The Ministry of Magic won't like that', Hagrid said.
'The what...'.
'Oh, the Ministry of Magic. They're the Head of the Magical Laws in England. Muggles are non-magic folk', he said.
Harry nodded, and saw another letter was in his right hand.
He signed it with a pen.
And his life changed forever.
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