It was raining outside, with lampshade flickering on and off in the room and a furious wind wiping against the shattered window. He was laying on his bed, shivering, looking upwards at nothing. He hadn't been out who weeks, no friends, no life, no freedom. As a tear was dribbling down his cheek his mother, who resembled an massive, aggressive, dirty troll slammed opened his door and viscously screamed "Who is this letter from? Who? Who? Who?!". He leaped off his bed in panic and whispered softly, "I...I don't know". His mother using her bear like claws ripped apart the letter and read out: Dear George, You have been accepted into Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. School term starts on 4th September, hope you can make it. Yours faithfully, Albus Dumbledore. George's mother glared deep into his eye's, confused and enraged.