'What is going on?', Harry asked Uncle Vernon.
'Nothing, boy', Vernon answered.
'But-'.
'Nothing. Just be quiet-'.567Please respect copyright.PENANAPCOvj0Q8R6
Harry looked at the letters. 567Please respect copyright.PENANA1odXp6l2zi
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 Potter567Please respect copyright.PENANAAP6zczsyyC
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. 567Please respect copyright.PENANA9fnMheF8q9
Signed, Minerva McGonagall567Please respect copyright.PENANA4HrY8i1gLD
Head of Gryffindor House567Please respect copyright.PENANA7P0t22ex5w
Assistant Headmistress567Please respect copyright.PENANAI895NHKW3A
***
'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.567Please respect copyright.PENANAZAz3XasyQq
'You will not come here', Vernon Dursley said.567Please respect copyright.PENANANkT7AlXVBA
'Quiet!', Rubeus bellowed in anger.567Please respect copyright.PENANAvOYh98HwVb
Vernon was silent.567Please respect copyright.PENANAD4epatXAMd
'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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