Lights flash and train wistles go off as Ron, Harry, and Hermione leave the train station heading for Hogwarts. It was their fifth year, and they were all very excited. Harry had had a long summer at the Dursleys.

"So tells us, Harry." Rons said, curiously, as he was practicing using his wand. "What actually happened this summer?"

Harry had only told them that it was awful, but he had forgot to mention what had happened. Luckily he had gotten to stay at Ron's house, and had forgot all about it. He was just having too much fun.

"Well, let me think..." And Harry begins to recall what happened.

It was one bright July morning and Harry had slept in. Not such a good idea, since Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernin were quick to find anything to blame on Harry. Not that this was unusual, but Harry hadn't slept well, mostly because his scar had been erritating him lately. It wasn't anything very painful, just a discomfort.

Anyway, Petunia had the pleasure of noticing Harry's absence from breakfast. And, altough they did enjoy not having him in their presence, she had gone to wake him up. At the top of the stairs she rapped on the door, and yelled at him.

"Aren't you up yet?" She said loudly, "Get up, you can't sleep in!" She listened and heard Harry moan as he woke up. She yelled again, "Hurry up!"

She then walked down stairs, pleased with what she had done. Harry followed a moment later, his glasses on crooked, and his hair was a disaster. Uncle Vernen took this chance to also bark at Harry, telling him that he was a mess. Harry took a moment to scan the sceen. Vernon was sitting at the table, drinking coffee and reading the newspaper. Aunt Petunia was making more breakfast, mostly because Dudley, Harry's very plump cusin, was inhailing his plate of bacon and eggs.

Harry tidied himslef up as best as possible, but it was never good enough for the Dursleys. It was a normal morning, and everything seemed go go as it always did. But little did anyone know, that something not so normal was about to happen.

In the middle of their meal, an owl came flying into the Dursleys house-hold. And faster than you could say "It's an owl!" a letter was dropped into Harry's breakfast plate. Aunt Petunia gasped, Dudley ran out of the room in a panic, and Uncle Vernon's face turned red.

Harry, hesitently, picked up the envelope. Harry knew that Uncle Vernon suspected him as being at fault. He looked about to explode.

"Read it." He said quickly. Harry opened to envelope, expecting it to be from either Ron or Hermione, but it was from neither. It had no name what so ever.

"Dear Mr. Potter," Harry read out-load, "Do not attempt to go back to school, or else" That was it. Harry didn't know what to make of it.