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Harry Potter and the Scottish Play
Chapter One - The Missive
Harry Potter couldn't believe it. It seemed unfathomable that it was already almost over. It had flown by so quickly. As if hearing Harry's thoughts, Hedwig flapped around noisily in his cage.
"Quiet Hedwig!" Harry warned his owl. Instinctively, he turned his head around to check his bedroom doorway.
Even though the Dursley's were slightly more understanding of his wizardy, it didn't mean they accepted it any more. "Understanding" wouldn't really be how Harry would describe the Dursleys. Not even close.
He turned back to what he had been staring at before Hedwig had distracted him. It as a letter that had just been delivered by owl from the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
~Dear Mr. Harry Potter,
With your entering the 7th and final year at Hogwarts, I have the honour of informing you of the good news.
Congratulations, you are the Gryfindor Quidditch Team Captain this year.
Albus Dumbledore~
Harry held the missive with shaking hands. That was a lot of information for such a short note. 7th year. He was in his last year at Hogwarts. So much had happened since he first got the owl stating that he was to be enrolled there. Harry could remember Uncle Vernon trying so hard to refrain him from finding out about his wizard background. Now, 7 years later, he as going to be graduating. Just like his parents had. That alone was a big deal.
Dropping in the part about being Quidditch Team Captain was just phenomenal. It was already a priviledge when he became the seeker in his first year. And with Wood gone 2 years ago, everyone thought Harry would get Team Captain, but of course, the older Gryffindors had seniority.
He did realize that this probably was based on seniority but it was exhilirating nonetheless. Glancing at his nightstand clock, Harry saw that it was ten minutes to midnight yet he wasn't tired in the least.
He yanked open his desk drawer and pulled out his quill, ink and two pieces of parchment. This was news he couldn't wait to tell Ron and Hermione about.
Forty-five minutes, two rolled parchments and a sore hand later, Harry sent Hedwig off to deliver his letters.
Just as Hedwig was flying off, Harry realized he had forgotten to wirte one to Sirius. He shrugged tiredly and decided to write it in the morning. He was finally too tired to keep his eyes open anyway.
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Harry Potter and the Scottish Play
Chapter One - The Missive
Harry Potter couldn't believe it. It seemed unfathomable that it was already almost over. It had flown by so quickly. As if hearing Harry's thoughts, Hedwig flapped around noisily in his cage.
"Quiet Hedwig!" Harry warned his owl. Instinctively, he turned his head around to check his bedroom doorway.
Even though the Dursley's were slightly more understanding of his wizardy, it didn't mean they accepted it any more. "Understanding" wouldn't really be how Harry would describe the Dursleys. Not even close.
He turned back to what he had been staring at before Hedwig had distracted him. It as a letter that had just been delivered by owl from the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
~Dear Mr. Harry Potter,
With your entering the 7th and final year at Hogwarts, I have the honour of informing you of the good news.
Congratulations, you are the Gryfindor Quidditch Team Captain this year.
Albus Dumbledore~
Harry held the missive with shaking hands. That was a lot of information for such a short note. 7th year. He was in his last year at Hogwarts. So much had happened since he first got the owl stating that he was to be enrolled there. Harry could remember Uncle Vernon trying so hard to refrain him from finding out about his wizard background. Now, 7 years later, he as going to be graduating. Just like his parents had. That alone was a big deal.
Dropping in the part about being Quidditch Team Captain was just phenomenal. It was already a priviledge when he became the seeker in his first year. And with Wood gone 2 years ago, everyone thought Harry would get Team Captain, but of course, the older Gryffindors had seniority.
He did realize that this probably was based on seniority but it was exhilirating nonetheless. Glancing at his nightstand clock, Harry saw that it was ten minutes to midnight yet he wasn't tired in the least.
He yanked open his desk drawer and pulled out his quill, ink and two pieces of parchment. This was news he couldn't wait to tell Ron and Hermione about.
Forty-five minutes, two rolled parchments and a sore hand later, Harry sent Hedwig off to deliver his letters.
Just as Hedwig was flying off, Harry realized he had forgotten to wirte one to Sirius. He shrugged tiredly and decided to write it in the morning. He was finally too tired to keep his eyes open anyway.