'What is going on?', Harry asked Uncle Vernon.
'Nothing, boy', Vernon answered.
'But-'.
'Nothing. Just be quiet-'.345Please respect copyright.PENANAfnIn2s9RpK
Harry looked at the letters. 345Please respect copyright.PENANAAHgPiQrSQz
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 Potter345Please respect copyright.PENANAIw7lDfAgs5
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. 345Please respect copyright.PENANApqEbEvX8OB
Signed, Minerva McGonagall345Please respect copyright.PENANAlUzsLZ3kpu
Head of Gryffindor House345Please respect copyright.PENANAcBKuujjQvC
Assistant Headmistress345Please respect copyright.PENANANpFWVaZdhT
***
'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.345Please respect copyright.PENANAe8H4ZmsBvj
'You will not come here', Vernon Dursley said.345Please respect copyright.PENANAzKHMZtoHwO
'Quiet!', Rubeus bellowed in anger.345Please respect copyright.PENANA4dvcvuNazd
Vernon was silent.345Please respect copyright.PENANAsil3ew7L9H
'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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