'What is going on?', Harry asked Uncle Vernon.
'Nothing, boy', Vernon answered.
'But-'.
'Nothing. Just be quiet-'.339Please respect copyright.PENANAJzqQ5pLibd
Harry looked at the letters. 339Please respect copyright.PENANAFFoZ85w0T5
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 Potter339Please respect copyright.PENANAgGVjQv2sbQ
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. 339Please respect copyright.PENANA6WeQYdIEb8
Signed, Minerva McGonagall339Please respect copyright.PENANAKXdauDR8GG
Head of Gryffindor House339Please respect copyright.PENANA1bmibpCh2P
Assistant Headmistress339Please respect copyright.PENANAoG7zJGv36X
***
'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.339Please respect copyright.PENANALIlnipmS3d
'You will not come here', Vernon Dursley said.339Please respect copyright.PENANAcDiB7keSZ3
'Quiet!', Rubeus bellowed in anger.339Please respect copyright.PENANAdGJ16aRiNp
Vernon was silent.339Please respect copyright.PENANAv9BCP7PMGZ
'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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