'What is going on?', Harry asked Uncle Vernon.
'Nothing, boy', Vernon answered.
'But-'.
'Nothing. Just be quiet-'.344Please respect copyright.PENANAwXo9Djtd6t
Harry looked at the letters. 344Please respect copyright.PENANAcY7EuczakK
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 Potter344Please respect copyright.PENANA5UyuembnWw
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. 344Please respect copyright.PENANA7LxdKPIBTP
Signed, Minerva McGonagall344Please respect copyright.PENANA0NoBj8L81U
Head of Gryffindor House344Please respect copyright.PENANAh6cM0mOujl
Assistant Headmistress344Please respect copyright.PENANAQ3FHxof7Ag
***
'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.344Please respect copyright.PENANABoACTRsHlY
'You will not come here', Vernon Dursley said.344Please respect copyright.PENANA4PcT08lxvT
'Quiet!', Rubeus bellowed in anger.344Please respect copyright.PENANA9mgvfwrRO1
Vernon was silent.344Please respect copyright.PENANApc9Aq7dn7J
'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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