He should have gotten in trouble, he should have really. After all, not everyone can magically appear on a roof if they're scared. But that's exactly what happened with Harry Potter.
His uncle, Vernon Dursley, had avoided eye contact when he picked him up from the school and so did his aunt Petunia when he arrived. Harry didn't understand the sudden change in behaviour and almost choked when he seemed to have gotten double the amount of food on his plate. He even saw his overly large cousin, Dudley, gape at him in rage and confusion out of the corner of his eye.
The uncomfortable silence was broken when Dudley bellowed across the table, "Mum! Why does hehave more food than me?". Petunia sat down rather stiffly and shot a pleading glance at her husband, who hadn't even picked up his own fork. "Doesn't matter Dudley just eat.." Vernon managed to mutter to his son. Dudley's eyes widened as his face seemed to grow redder by the second. He was absolutely seething but ate his food silently, stealing heated glances at Harry who was staring at his food in visible disbelief. Only when Uncle Vernon tried, and failed, to glare a Harry, did he finally start eating, rather quickly at that as though the food would disappear if he waited any longer.
When everyone had finished eating, which didn't take surprisingly long, Vernon sent Dudley upstairs and didn't even bat an eye when the boy stomped out of the kitchen. Harry was just about to stand up and leave as well until his uncle stopped him in a shaky voice, which only confused Harry even more. Not a second later, an envelope was thrust into his hands and Harry stared at it astonished as he realised it was addressed to him. He furrowed his eyebrows when he looked at the crest, it didn't seem familiar in any way and Harry wondered if this was a joke but decided on seeing what was inside first.
With a shaky breath, he opened the envelope and carefully took the letter out, unfolding it.
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,
Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)
Hogwarts? Witchcraft and Wizardry? This was bound to be a joke that the Dursleys decided to play on him. Magic wasn't real.
Or was it.
Harry huffed but turned the letter over to find a list;
HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
UNIFORM First-year students will require: 1. Three sets of plain work robes (black) 2. One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear 3. One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar) 4. One winter cloak (black, with silver fastenings) Please note that all pupil's clothes should carry name tags. COURSE BOOKS All students should have a copy of each of the following: The Standard Book of Spells(Grade 1) byMiranda Goshawk A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida Spore Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection by Quentin Trimble OTHER EQUIPMENT 1 wand 1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2) 1 set glass or crystal phials 1 telescope 1 set brass scales Students may also bring, if they desire, an owl OR a cat OR a toad.
PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS
ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICK
Yours sincerely,Lucinda Thomsonicle-Pocus Chief Attendant of Witchcraft Provisions
Harry's mind was screaming to just drop this letter on the table and leave the room but something else was telling him this was real. Hogwarts. Magic. All of it. He stared at the letter for a second before bringing his gaze up to meet Uncle Vernon's.
"Well boy?" his Uncle's words rung in his head but he found nothing to reply with. Harry's eyes moved to look at Aunt Petunia, who's features were surprisingly soft. Finally, she managed to find her voice, "Tomorrow, we're going to.." she paused, her eyes fluttering shut for a second before continuing, "Diagon Alley… to get your.. equipment for… that school." Harry could tell she found no pleasure in saying those words but nodded meekly. He knew asking questions would certainly lead him to trouble after if not now.
That night, Harry lay awake, pondering. Was this actually happening? Was he really leaving for this Diagon Alley place tomorrow? With a last sigh, he fell into dreamless slumber.