'What is going on?', Harry asked Uncle Vernon.
'Nothing, boy', Vernon answered.
'But-'.
'Nothing. Just be quiet-'.505Please respect copyright.PENANAAzGn0IjOzg
Harry looked at the letters. 505Please respect copyright.PENANANAM0Ygxcbo
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 Potter505Please respect copyright.PENANAFsvmyFT8Fv
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. 505Please respect copyright.PENANAaQqzTZ9QrM
Signed, Minerva McGonagall505Please respect copyright.PENANA4GgkF3jL4y
Head of Gryffindor House505Please respect copyright.PENANAnBq7wQjxdm
Assistant Headmistress505Please respect copyright.PENANAztlWLXsgGG
***
'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.505Please respect copyright.PENANAiKvLXS9n4s
'You will not come here', Vernon Dursley said.505Please respect copyright.PENANAPch1umcIYA
'Quiet!', Rubeus bellowed in anger.505Please respect copyright.PENANAHy3EozLrOu
Vernon was silent.505Please respect copyright.PENANAqXnOu37Oyp
'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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