Standard disclaimers apply!
I do not own Harry Potter. I have nothing to do with Scholastic, Warner Bros or Bloomsbury. I'm not JKR and I am certainly not making any profit out of this.
5:15pm, September 1st, 1998.
Dear Hermione,
I hope you got to Hogwarts OK. It's really quiet in the house without you.
But you'll never guess who was waiting for Harry when we got back out into the main part of Kings Cross.
Bloody Dudley Dursley!
So we had a coffee with him, talked a bit and he apologised to Harry for being such a wanker when they were growing up.
He said spending the year with Hestia and Dedalus changed his ideas about "our lot" – and before that, you remember the dementor attack on him and Harry (how could you forget?), the dementors made him "be Harry" or something (have YOU ever heard of that happening?) and it made him think. So yeah, I suppose the dementors are good for something.
Anyway, he seems like an alright bloke now (a bit quiet though, but maybe because he was uncomfortable). So there you go.
After Dudley went back to work, we stopped in at the Leaky for a butter beer (George gave me the day off) and then came home. Yeah, really exciting stuff.
How was it on the Hogwarts Express? Did many go this year?
I don't have much else to say, really. Write back soon, yeah?
I love you!
Ron