'What is going on?', Harry asked Uncle Vernon.
'Nothing, boy', Vernon answered.
'But-'.
'Nothing. Just be quiet-'.340Please respect copyright.PENANA7nUmqG7blc
Harry looked at the letters. 340Please respect copyright.PENANAWtI9ASCpHi
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 Potter340Please respect copyright.PENANAyL5jHsY5Is
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. 340Please respect copyright.PENANAfy9tNiwZWB
Signed, Minerva McGonagall340Please respect copyright.PENANA7yH4FYB5xt
Head of Gryffindor House340Please respect copyright.PENANAJZOpzaB93g
Assistant Headmistress340Please respect copyright.PENANAnKNCHh4uSt
***
'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.340Please respect copyright.PENANAhPD6Gg6k32
'You will not come here', Vernon Dursley said.340Please respect copyright.PENANAVdcMTYTqnc
'Quiet!', Rubeus bellowed in anger.340Please respect copyright.PENANAPodLgH195q
Vernon was silent.340Please respect copyright.PENANAAlcMECYGF4
'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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