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HARRY'S P.O.V.

A normal morning at Hogwarts School. Students eating, laughing, talking about their schedules and Snape's potion's class.

And I was sitting with my two best friends, Ron and Hermione at the Gryffindor table. We were waiting for our owls to arrive. "Hedwig's mistaken Snape for you again," Hermione said pointing to the staff table.

Indeed, my snowy owl was perched on Snape's shoulder. He started talking to her, then took the letter from her beak. He got up and billowed over to us. "Excuse me," he crooned in his oily voice, "does this, perchance, belong to you?" he waved airily at Hedwig, whose talons were starting to draw blood.

"Yes, sir." I said in equal mock politeness. We shared a grin as I took the letter. We had gained a grudging respect/friendship since he saved my life when I got the sorcerer's stone last year. I tore open the letter and recognized Uncle Vernon's handwriting.

"Whath ith thay, 'arry?" asked Ron, his mouth stuffed with Bangers and Mash.

"Pardon?" I asked politely.

He swallowed and said, "What's it say, Harry?"

Hermione looked over at Snape who was still there. "Er, sir, you can leave if you want you, we won't need you until the next chapter."

"Yes, but now I'm interested." then turned to me, "go ahead, Harry."

I blinked. "Uhh… OK." Then I read out loud,

"Dear Freak,

We're tired of it. You can't live in our home any more. You've overstayed your welcome by eleven years. If you respond to this letter, we will have you hunted down. You are going to Las Vegas, America, where you will live with a freak like you. You will bring that little girl with you. Expect it on a train to your school by three today. Never write me gain. We are no longer relatives. You do not exist to us.

Vernon Dursley."

"Oh, no." whispered Hermione, her hands clamped over her mouth. Her skin was whiter than parchment.

"That… little… MUGGLE!" hissed Ron. His arm and Hermione's immediately encircled me. I held the letter and scanned it over again as if it said something different. The lingering feeling of reject swirled around inside me like dry snow in the wind on a sidewalk. I know I shouldn't've cared, but it still hurt that my only real family had rejected me.

"WHERE did they say you were going?" asked Ron.

I swallowed hard and remembered how to speak. "Las- Las Vegas."

"In Nevada?! IN AMERICA?!" Shrieked Hermione. "How will you get to Hogwarts?"

"I'll probably get transferred somewhere." I answered her, a lump forming in my throat and my vision fogging up. My cheeks were wet. But I wasn't crying. Guys don't cry.

"We'd never see each other again." Ron managed in a choked voice, his eyes welling up.

"Ronald, you're not the only one who'd lose a friend here!"

"You don't count." He barked.

"DON'T COUNT! I'm as much as you are, Ronald!"

"Your feelings get complicated too often!"

"Guys and girls can be just friends without getting complicated!"

"Yeah, sure, but you sure don't!"

"Honestly, you are such an absolute, gigantic-"

"CAN YOU GUYS STOP SQUABBLING FOR LONGER THAN TWENTY-NINE SECONDS?!" I shouted. Fine, I admit it, ears were pouring out of my eyes. "what the hell am I supposed to do?!

We all looked at Snape, who was watching all this entertaining drama this whole time. He sighed, and said tiredly, "okay, kids, I know this is bad. Probably the worst news you'll get in your lives so far. You're the Golden Trio, and a heartless muggle tore you apart selfishly, and you'll probably never see eachother again in your lives. Harry, you're going to a new school when you just found a home here, and you're going to a country where yours hasn't been welcome since the eighteen hundreds."

There was a long silence.

"but what?" we demanded in unison.

Snape looked confused. "but what?"

Ron slapped his forehead and moaned. Hermione said in exasperation, "you were supposed to tell us that something good was going to help us!"

"but it won't." he said stupidly.

Honestly, sometimes I don't know about that man.