An owl arrived at the window of the smallest bedroom at number 4 Privet
Drive. At any other house, this would be considered quite unusual,
considering it arrived during the middle of day, and yet the neighbours
came to accept it as the norm. For six years now, owls would swoop through
the air during the summer in broad daylight at that house, and the
neighbours could never figure out why. This summer the owls had tripled,
every third day, at least 6 came and more every other day as well. They
just assumed it was something crazy the Dursley family was up to.
In the past six years, the Dursley's were losing their popularity steadily. Their son, Dudley was now the heavyweight 16 year-old boxing champ of England, and was also in trouble with the police nearly every week now. Last summer, he had been busy beating up the neighbourhood kids, who were nowhere near his size, nor his age. Dudley's mother is Petunia Dursley. She was quite large herself, and has a very prissy attitude. His father is Vernon Dursley, an enormous man, yet not quite as enormous as his son, with no neck. He's the owner of Grunnings a company that makes drills, and is often heard yelling at Dudley, his wife Petunia, and his nephew, Harry Potter, who was as close to normal as he could get living with the Dursleys, even though it was said he attended St. Brutus' School, a centre for criminally incurable boys.
But Harry Potter wasn't exactly normal. He was actually the reason why strange things often happened at number 4 Privet Drive. He had finally given up on cutting his jet black hair and trying to keep it from sticking up and it had grown quite long. He wore a pair of round black-framed glasses that silhouetted his intriguing emerald green eyes and of course his lightning bolt shaped scar across his forehead. This scar was not an ordinary scar, not only due to it's shape, but due to how Harry got it.
16 years ago, when Harry was only a baby, the darkest wizard of all time paid a visit to his home. He was there to try and prevent something he had heard was going to happen, but was badly misinformed and instead made it harder for himself. He had come to kill Harry, but to do so, he had to murder Harry's father and mother first. His mother died trying to save Harry and left a spell to save Harry from death by this evil wizard and also letting him mark Harry as his equal, with that very scar. He was rid of his powers and lived only as a wisp of a person, for fourteen years when he returned. Two years had passed and this dark wizard was only beginning to rise to his power once again.
Harry looked out at the owl that had arrived and smiled. It was a tiny jumpy owl, Pigwidgeon, who belonged to his best friend Ron. He opened the letter and read,
Harry,
Good news! When we were cleaning up 'that place we stayed at last summer', the other day we found 'his' will. Harry! He gave you all his money and all his inheritances from his rich uncle! PLUS I found that wicked 'thing' he and your dad used, I was thinking we could use them, only I don't know how to. Mom says that they'll be over to collect the 'thing' they need from you in a few days time so try to convince the muggles that they can all come. Fred and George are doing well and Mom finally let them be part of the 'thing', and well, you won't believe this, but Percy finally made up with Dad. He admitted he was wrong and all, it looked like it was the first time he'd done it since...well ever. You should have seen the look on his face, it was bloody brilliant! Charlie's doing alright he's apparently doing really well with the 'thing', and Bill announced to Mom last night that he and Fleur are officially a couple. That really popped mom's eyeballs out of their sockets. Hermione is coming soon, just a day after those 'things' you've got. Ginny and Dean have been jabbering all summer and I think it's going to be really annoying when we get back to school. So anyway, let me know with that 'thing' I talked about, when 'they' should all come and get those 'things'. And Harry, sorry I'm so...what's the word Hermione would use? Oh yeah, imprecise! But Moody reckons that almost all forms of communication are being watched, and that's why he said that that 'thing' could be pretty useful. Well I got to run, I think Bill and Fleur are back again, so let me know as soon as you get this,
Ron
Normally, this would have made Harry very happy hearing from Ron and learning all that is going on, but all the code words made him think of Sirius and how he had written Harry during his fourth year at Hogwarts, all very imprecise, just how Ron had. But Harry shook himself. If he was going to talk to Ron, with the mirror Sirius and James had once used, he didn't want Ron to see him all weepy and such. Harry dropped the letter and rummaged through his trunk, grasping his mirror just as a tremendous yell rang from the first floor.
"Dudders darling? What's wrong?" Petunia shrieked. Afraid that this had something to do with Voldemort, Harry bolted to the top of the stairs and peered down at his cousin. What he saw was definitely not the work of a dark wizard, but a very drunk Dudley. Vernon slipped out from the kitchen menacingly and glared at his son, recognizing what had happened to him immediately, but due to his thickness about Dudley, he commanded, "Oh Petunia, Dudley's just a bit tired from training, get him a cold cloth and I'll take him upstairs." She ran off to fetch the cold cloth and Harry ran off to his room, so he wouldn't be discovered watching them. Harry trudged over to the mirror and whispered, Ron, and then waited for a reply.
In the past six years, the Dursley's were losing their popularity steadily. Their son, Dudley was now the heavyweight 16 year-old boxing champ of England, and was also in trouble with the police nearly every week now. Last summer, he had been busy beating up the neighbourhood kids, who were nowhere near his size, nor his age. Dudley's mother is Petunia Dursley. She was quite large herself, and has a very prissy attitude. His father is Vernon Dursley, an enormous man, yet not quite as enormous as his son, with no neck. He's the owner of Grunnings a company that makes drills, and is often heard yelling at Dudley, his wife Petunia, and his nephew, Harry Potter, who was as close to normal as he could get living with the Dursleys, even though it was said he attended St. Brutus' School, a centre for criminally incurable boys.
But Harry Potter wasn't exactly normal. He was actually the reason why strange things often happened at number 4 Privet Drive. He had finally given up on cutting his jet black hair and trying to keep it from sticking up and it had grown quite long. He wore a pair of round black-framed glasses that silhouetted his intriguing emerald green eyes and of course his lightning bolt shaped scar across his forehead. This scar was not an ordinary scar, not only due to it's shape, but due to how Harry got it.
16 years ago, when Harry was only a baby, the darkest wizard of all time paid a visit to his home. He was there to try and prevent something he had heard was going to happen, but was badly misinformed and instead made it harder for himself. He had come to kill Harry, but to do so, he had to murder Harry's father and mother first. His mother died trying to save Harry and left a spell to save Harry from death by this evil wizard and also letting him mark Harry as his equal, with that very scar. He was rid of his powers and lived only as a wisp of a person, for fourteen years when he returned. Two years had passed and this dark wizard was only beginning to rise to his power once again.
Harry looked out at the owl that had arrived and smiled. It was a tiny jumpy owl, Pigwidgeon, who belonged to his best friend Ron. He opened the letter and read,
Harry,
Good news! When we were cleaning up 'that place we stayed at last summer', the other day we found 'his' will. Harry! He gave you all his money and all his inheritances from his rich uncle! PLUS I found that wicked 'thing' he and your dad used, I was thinking we could use them, only I don't know how to. Mom says that they'll be over to collect the 'thing' they need from you in a few days time so try to convince the muggles that they can all come. Fred and George are doing well and Mom finally let them be part of the 'thing', and well, you won't believe this, but Percy finally made up with Dad. He admitted he was wrong and all, it looked like it was the first time he'd done it since...well ever. You should have seen the look on his face, it was bloody brilliant! Charlie's doing alright he's apparently doing really well with the 'thing', and Bill announced to Mom last night that he and Fleur are officially a couple. That really popped mom's eyeballs out of their sockets. Hermione is coming soon, just a day after those 'things' you've got. Ginny and Dean have been jabbering all summer and I think it's going to be really annoying when we get back to school. So anyway, let me know with that 'thing' I talked about, when 'they' should all come and get those 'things'. And Harry, sorry I'm so...what's the word Hermione would use? Oh yeah, imprecise! But Moody reckons that almost all forms of communication are being watched, and that's why he said that that 'thing' could be pretty useful. Well I got to run, I think Bill and Fleur are back again, so let me know as soon as you get this,
Ron
Normally, this would have made Harry very happy hearing from Ron and learning all that is going on, but all the code words made him think of Sirius and how he had written Harry during his fourth year at Hogwarts, all very imprecise, just how Ron had. But Harry shook himself. If he was going to talk to Ron, with the mirror Sirius and James had once used, he didn't want Ron to see him all weepy and such. Harry dropped the letter and rummaged through his trunk, grasping his mirror just as a tremendous yell rang from the first floor.
"Dudders darling? What's wrong?" Petunia shrieked. Afraid that this had something to do with Voldemort, Harry bolted to the top of the stairs and peered down at his cousin. What he saw was definitely not the work of a dark wizard, but a very drunk Dudley. Vernon slipped out from the kitchen menacingly and glared at his son, recognizing what had happened to him immediately, but due to his thickness about Dudley, he commanded, "Oh Petunia, Dudley's just a bit tired from training, get him a cold cloth and I'll take him upstairs." She ran off to fetch the cold cloth and Harry ran off to his room, so he wouldn't be discovered watching them. Harry trudged over to the mirror and whispered, Ron, and then waited for a reply.