'What is going on?', Harry asked Uncle Vernon.
'Nothing, boy', Vernon answered.
'But-'.
'Nothing. Just be quiet-'.783Please respect copyright.PENANAC2Fjm1DwTn
Harry looked at the letters. 783Please respect copyright.PENANA65Ccgqs5ew
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 Potter783Please respect copyright.PENANA2xtDdwEdcL
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. 783Please respect copyright.PENANAZb93GX464V
Signed, Minerva McGonagall783Please respect copyright.PENANAOkQ5WSf1O4
Head of Gryffindor House783Please respect copyright.PENANA5ecbkgC9e1
Assistant Headmistress783Please respect copyright.PENANAjzJ4s4SQaD
***
'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.783Please respect copyright.PENANAIRg4RhguV9
'You will not come here', Vernon Dursley said.783Please respect copyright.PENANATpfCga1Iff
'Quiet!', Rubeus bellowed in anger.783Please respect copyright.PENANAALEuNpzgWB
Vernon was silent.783Please respect copyright.PENANA8HwCfHp7bA
'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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