Teachers Point of view.

I watched as my final class of the day ,pack away for the start of the weekend. I admire my sub-class their no trouble unlike my others classes back home. But one boy always catches my eye: Harry Potter. He always sits at the back of the class on his own with a frown upon his pale face , like he has ever known what it's like to be happy. Though I suppose if your parents were dead and had to live with a family that hated you ,then you'd want to keep to yourself. The final bell of the day sounded in the nearby classroom and the students departed the room into the now-packed corridor, after handing in their home-work. Harry was the last to leave the room that Friday afternoon ,but he seemed to be in no hurry to get home. Once he was out of sight, I slopped back in my chair, it was unlike me but after a stressful day ,you would to. I closed my eyes for a moment before stealing a gaze at the pile of homework on my desk. Harry Potter's was on the top! Unknown to what I was about to read ,I picked up the lined paper and began to read , but it wasn't the length that surprised me… it was who it was to. The homework was the write a letter to some-one telling them about what-ever you wanted. You had to write it as if you were actually going to send it. She had been looking forward to reading Harry's letter most of all ;

Dearest Mother and Farther,

I know you will never be able to read this ,but it's worth a try so here it is! I hate my life! Even since I can remember I have lived with the Dursleys and hated every second of it. For the past heaven knows how many years ,I have spelt in a cupboard under the stairs, with little food to spear and water to drink. No hope found in the countless nightmares I've had. Blinding green lights shot infrout of my eyes ,screams echo in my eyes as the sound of a roaring motorbike takes me away.

I remember very little of my past! I don't remember having the feeling that some-one loves you; what it's like to run free like the wind , or even be happy. Every night I prey that some-one would come and take me away from this hell to a better life, a happier life. But it's only a dream, it will never happen , though it's the only thing which is keeping me alive. Thanks to my cousin, everyone at school hate me, because their afraid Dudley and his gang would come and beat them up so they stayed away from me ,meaning I have friends. Only the teachers seem to understand me, and that's good enough for me because it's all I got.

There's so much more to tell ,like since I was three , I have been their slave only for a piece of toast if that. Also they never celebrate my birthday. To tell you the truth I could live a better life in prison at least there ,they know you existed, which is more then you could say about the Dursleys. I wish more than anything that just for a moment I could see because I miss you so much! Maybe one day this wish will come true.

Can dreams come true?

Harry J Potter

After finishing reading the letter Miss -Scott, lend back into her seat and signed. She knew Harry had been mistreated but not like this…before she second thought about the situation. -Scott apperated home and went straight to the fireplace.

"Albus Dumbledor"

Moments later Albus' head was flouting among the flames.

"Ah, Alice how are you?"

"Not now Albus, I don't care about the protection of the Dursleys I want Harry out of that house in the hour ,here read this, this is the result of the past years…"