Harry Potter and the Old Magic
Prologue
13th June 2005
Harry sat on his bed, bored out of his mind. There was very little to do now since the warning at the train station. He understood his friends' concern, and greatly appreciated it even now, when it was pretty much too late.
Unfortunately, this gave him more time to think about Sirius, which often left him feeling drained and depressed. Furthermore, thoughts from there nearly always turned to The Prophesy, and Dumbledore having kept it from him for so long. Not telling him in first year, when it would have clearly explained the philosopher's stone, the second year would have explained Riddle's evolvement fully, third year would have been the easiest to start the so-called Occulemency lessons, and fourth year would have been far easier than it actually was.
Harry sighed again, his magic was growing, he could feel it, and since perhaps a day or two ago had started sensing the positions of the guards watching him. It was a constant thorn in his side, having his every movement watched, for some weirdo who didn't have his priorities right, and didn't have any idea what the situation around him was. The more he thought about it, the more anger grew in him, the more he felt he had to get out.
Previous times, something would happen to break him out of his reverie. This time, it seemed like nothing would happen, until an officious looking owl tapped on his window. The attached envelop was thick, brown-yellow in color, was addressed to him, and bore the seal of the OWL and NEWT Association. Harry winced as he remembered the exams, and opened the letter in resignation.
Name:Harry James Potter
School:Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
SubjectPractical/Theory gradeOverall grade
TransfigurationO/EO
CharmsO/OO
PotionsO/EO
AstronomyA/EE
DivinationA/AA
History of Magic-/AA
Care of Magical CreaturesE/OO
Defense against the Dark ArtsO/OO
HerbologyE/OO
Please note, scoring above 4 OWLs allows you to use magic outside of school, but within measures set out in ministry law. Congratulations.
Griselda Marchbanks
Harry grinned, freedom had come.