THE LETTER



Midnight came and starlight cast shadows over Privet Drive on the quaint house where the Dursley's and Famous Harry Potter resided. Harry was no ordinary boy in fact he was in real danger of being killed where he lay. The most feared wizard of the time was after him and was deeply looking forward to killing him. Harry had escaped certain death when he was a little over a year old while his parents weren't so fortunate, and in his first year at Hogwarts he stopped Voldamort from rising again. Again in his second year he faced Voldamort's 16 year-old self (Tom Riddle) and again defeated him and saved his friend Ron's little sister Ginny, but in Harry's fourth year he had indeed risen and hadn't lost his zest for trying to kill Harry.

"Hmmmmm..............Gordala the giant was killed by.............uhhhhhhh,"Harry muttered to himself. " Darn,"gasped Harry. Ink from his quill stained his bed sheet. "I'll get a talking to for that tomorrow." he thought to himself. Just then Hedwig flew in threw the open window carrying her prey. A dead mouse fell from her mouth and rolled onto the cluttered carpet. She hooted happily and flew to the bed and nipped Harry's ear affectionately.

"Hey, what's that?" Harry said curiously. He took a letter wrapped around Hedwig's leg and unrolled it. It was in neat, tight writing he immediately recognized as Hermione's. He read in a whisper.......

Hey Harry,

How's your summer been? Mine's fine. Did you hear what happened in Diagon Alley? Someone saw a group of deatheaters threatening some shop owners because they were performing identifying spells on their shops. That of course would have Shown if anyone was masked or hiding who they really were. And that means that YOU-KNOW-WHO wouldn't have been able to enter their shops unless he knew the exact spell that was used. Also that awful Rita Seeker was making up horrible lies saying they killed a lot of people and that they burned a couple of stores. Gosh I hate her. Has your scar hurt at all? and have you had any nightmares if so I hope you wrote to either Sirius or Dumbledore. I miss you a lot and hope your well. See you on July 26th I will be staying at Ron's as well.

Love,

Hermione

PS Just be careful Harry I look forward to more adventures and I'll give you your birthday present in person.:)

"Ron's right she is mental!" whispered Harry and muffled a laugh as he heard his Uncle Vernon snore loudly in the room down the hall. Harry had thought a lot about Hermione this summer mainly because she had kissed him on the cheek as they left King's Cross. What did this mean? He wonder. He then looked at the clock it shown clearly in bright blue, 12:10.

"Hmmmmm......I better get to sleep Ron will be here tomorrow and I want to be awake and not drifting into a coma." he smiled at this thought. A couple of hours and he'll be far away from his awful relatives and in the Burrow and back amongst his own kind WIZARDS! Harry put his quill and parchment into his open trunk and looked around his room. It was nearly bare except the floor which was covered in his clothes and the dead mouse of Hedwig's. He bent down and picked up the dead mouse and tossed it in Hedwig's cage who hooted happily and flew in after it knocking over harry's wand which was on the table next to the bed.

Harry walked over and picked it up and set it back on top of his table. Harry set his alarm for 7:00am and took off his glasses. "Good night Hedwig," whispered Harry as he turned his light out and gently fell asleep.