It was a typical Wednesday morning for young Harry Potter ( now McGonagall for safety ). Except it really wasn't. The young boy with the black messy hair and lightning bolt scar was turning eleven years old today. When he woke up and ran down the hall of his familiar house he was surprised by a small freshly baked cake with 11 candles on it and 11 small presents sitting next to it.
He knew turning 11 was a big things but didn't realize it was this big. He was told from a young age when he turned 11 he'd be sent to a special boarding school and was excited to see what this all meant. His mother kept a lot from him over the years so everyday was a new surprise.
"Good morning, sweetheart." A women said, wearing an ever familiar dressing gown and he smiled at her.
"Is this all for me?" He asked, sitting at the table along side the cake and presents.
The women smiled at the boy she raised and nodded, "Of course, but only after breakfast." She noted, setting a small plate of the boy favourite meal ( sausage and egg with a piece of toast on the side ). She could see the happiness fill his face and sat across from him.
As he was eating his said to her, "What's with the special stuff?"
"Don't speak with a mouth full!" She said, before clearing her throat and saying, "It's not everyday your young man turns eleven is it. It's a very special day."
He nodded, continuing to eat slowly and patiently, taking every manner he learned into consideration. When he finished up he stood up to take his plate to the sink to give it a wash but she took it from him and told him he didn't need to do it today. He was happy with this and took a seat at the table.
When she sat back down he asked to open his gifts and one by one he was happy with what he received. As Harry finished with the gifts he thanked her for them and she held out one last thing for him. It was a letter.
"It's marked to me!" He said, excited for what could be inside. "Who's it from?" He asked, looking it back to front but only seeing a small candle wax seal with the letter H formed on it.
Minerva shrugged, signalling him to open it up.
He did so and was surprised but the writing inside.
"Dear Mr. McGonagall, We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry-" He stopped reading there and stared at his mother. "This is the boarding school? I'm a wizard?!" He said, his face shining bright with a smile.
She nodded and he couldn't barely stayed seated.
Minerva was more than pleased with the boys expressions. He was bullied in normal school over being different and having things accidentally happen. She was constantly coming to the school and dealt with him sobbing as she held him and multiple events of boys picking on Harry. She always reminded him he was special and one day he'd be able to see it.
"This is what you always meant?" He asked and she asked him what he meant by that. "You said I was special. You always made me feel like there was more to me than a boy with troubles like they said. I'm a wizard."
Once again she nodded and he got up and hugged her. "Alright, Harry. You need to read the rest of the letter."
He sat down at the table once again and finished reading it, smiling as he did so. "I have a month to get ready?" He asked, looking up at her. "I've gotta start packing." He said, jumping up and beginning to run to his room.
Minerva yelled for him and he quickly came back and realized there was still cake to be eaten and presents to be taken to his room.
To Harry this was a start of a new life.