A second year of Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry has past for a young man named Harry Potter. Upon reaching his home at Number 4 Privet Drive his mood deflated greatly. Luckily, this year - in return For swearing there would be no flying cars near the house – it was agreed he could keep his trunk (he was forbidden from casting magic in any case due to the ministry) as well as allow his owl 'Hedwig' to leave the house at night.
Harry groans softly, stirred awake by a soft tapping on glass. Sighing softly he gets to his feet to let Hedwig into his room. Upon reaching the window he sees the tapping wasn't Hedwig – who was currently napping on her perch – instead, a large moody looking pigeon stared at him indignantly, a letter tied to its leg. It gave Harry a look of impatience as he quickly opens his window, after relieving its burden the owl gave a dignified shake of its feathers and headed into the night once more. The letter, plain white paper with sharp slanted writing with his name. No marking as to the sender.
Dear Mister Harry James Potter
You have been summoned to Gringotts on the 1st of July at 00:01 hours.
This letter will function as a portkey.
Regards
Gorefist – Head of Law Enforcement
Blinking softly several thoughts coursed through Harry's mind. 'A pigeon?, Gringotts? Wait...July 1st isn't that-' At that moment he felt a yank behind his naval ass he flies off carried via portkey.
Authors Note:
Okay so I've wanted to try writing once more. Unfortunately I regularly suffer writers block when I attempt to. So for now this story will be very poorly planned and quite likely to go in any direction. I have several vague ideas but anything could happen.
Regardless I hope this goes well and that you all enjoy.