Harry Potter woke with a start. A tapping noise was coming from his bedroom window. He reached over to his bedside table to find his glasses. Once he had found them and replaced them, in his waking stupor, at an odd angle on the bridge of his nose he looked up at his window. A disgruntled sounding Hedwig hooted from the confines of her cage as the tapping continued. All Harry could make out in the silvery glow of the moon that filtered through his curtains was that someone must be throwing a small grey ball of wool at his window to get his attention. Harry glanced at the clock on his bedside table. The luminous numbers told him it was 4:23. He sighed as the tapping resumed and got out of bed and made his way to the window. As he opened the window the small grey ball of fluff zoomed in and hit him square between the eyes. As Harry made a grab for it the little owl known as Pig flapped up and down in excitement. Harry finally managed to grab him long enough to remove the small piece of parchment tied to his leg before the little owl zoomed off around the room appearing to be having the time of his life celebrating his successful delivery.
As Hedwig hooted her disapproval Harry unrolled the parchment and read the note.
Harry
Sorry about Pig he still gets over excited when I send a letter. Hope the Muggles have been treating you ok. Just heard some great news! Dad says the ministry have just been over- seeing another event at Hogwarts. Don't worry its not the Triwizard Tournament again! This time it's an exchange programme. Apparently some students from a school in America are arriving and staying with us for a term and then we go and stay with them the following term. See you tomorrow at Kings Cross.
Ron
Harry rolled the parchment back up and lay back down on his bed. An exchange sounded exciting. Hermione was always going on about magical co-operation. He hoped he'd get picked for the programme he'd never been to America. Come to think of it he'd never been anywhere. Whenever the Dursleys went on holiday they always left him with old Mrs Figg. Harry drifted back off to sleep dreaming about going to America.