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Shane Dursley awoke to her father's shout of, " Come on, Shane! Time to get up! Your recital is in seven hours!" Immediately climbing out of bed, Shane looked at the clock and thanked her father for letting her sleep in until eleven.

" I'm up, Dad!" Shane shouted back down the stairs. She heard her father say, " Good," before Shane went into her closet and got a pair of sweats and a bright blue Live It! Dance It! T-shirt. It would be something easy to slip in and out of before and after her recital.

Shane quickly showered and blew her hair dry, leaving it to form its regular tight, light brown curls. She looked a lot like her mother, short and thin, with curly brown hair. The only thing she had from her father were her bright blue eyes, whereas her mother's had been brown. She even had her mother's ivory skin, and was thankful she didn't have her father's weight problems

Dudley Dursley had been very, very heavy in his younger years. As a police officer who walked to work daily, he had lost a tremendous amount of weight, but was still a little on the heavier side. Even so, Officer Dursley was one of the best in the London police force.

Shane grabbed her duffel bag and hurried down the stairs of the Dursley's small, one-bedroom townhouse to the kitchen where her father sat reading the news. Dudley looked up from his paper. " You ready? Madam Kosh said to be there at noon." " Yeah. Are we taking the Tube?" Shane asked. Dudley nodded and said, " We'll stop to get iced coffees if you'd like."

" Sure," Shane said happily, hugging her father who smiled and stood up. " Let's get going then, shall we?"

About Nine Hours Later:

" You did an amazing job, Shane," Dudley repeated again as he and Shane approached their townhouse, Number 7. " Thanks Dad," Shane said, smiling tiredly. Dudley took the keys out of his pocket and unlocked the door as they reached Number 7.

Entering and turning the lights on, Dudley noticed that Shane was near falling asleep on her feet, so he helped her to bed. Taking off her shoes and tucking her under her covers, Dudley beamed fondly at his only daughter.

At eleven years old, it seemed dance was the only thing Shane was interested in. She did gymnastics, cheerleading, and karate to help keep her flexible for dance, and was always jabbering about it with her friends. Shane reminded Dudley so much of Rachel.

Dudley smiled sadly, thinking of his dead wife. It had been four years, but it was still hard. He knew Shane missed her too, and it was hard to not have a female figure in Shane's life, especially since she was getting ready to hit puberty.

Suddenly, a knock on Shane's window rose Dudley from his thoughts. He turned to see… Horrified, Dudley saw something he had never imagined he would see. There was a deep tawny owl at Shane's window!

Cautiously, Dudley opened the window and the owl flew in, dropping the letter in Dudley's lap. Then, as quickly as it had entered the room, the owl exited, leaving Dudley with his sleeping daughter and his whirling thoughts.

The letter was very familiar to Dudley. The wax seal bore a coat of arms; a lion, an eagle, a badger, and a snake, all surrounding a large H. Written in deep emerald ink, the address said:

Miss S. Dursley

The Attic Bedroom

Number 12 Rosewood Avenue

London

The envelope was thick, made of yellowish parchment. It was very heavy and weighed Dudley's hands down. The most noticeable difference from a normal letter, save the fact that it was delivered by owl, was that it had no stamp. Or return address. But Dudley knew exactly who it was from. But he didn't know why.

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