'What is going on?', Harry asked Uncle Vernon.
'Nothing, boy', Vernon answered.
'But-'.
'Nothing. Just be quiet-'.346Please respect copyright.PENANAJsx4DskGP4
Harry looked at the letters. 346Please respect copyright.PENANADmxz81MzRY
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 Potter346Please respect copyright.PENANA0hALiSiRD3
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. 346Please respect copyright.PENANA0Cu3YkIDFi
Signed, Minerva McGonagall346Please respect copyright.PENANAXH3DzprAKS
Head of Gryffindor House346Please respect copyright.PENANAlrSjtI9JZw
Assistant Headmistress346Please respect copyright.PENANAulv7KATWcO
***
'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.346Please respect copyright.PENANAY5BRHMTou0
'You will not come here', Vernon Dursley said.346Please respect copyright.PENANAFLNWbk4YYE
'Quiet!', Rubeus bellowed in anger.346Please respect copyright.PENANAHQAExvL2BW
Vernon was silent.346Please respect copyright.PENANA0wapOupPEB
'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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