A/N: This will be my first story to post online, I apologize for spelling or grammar mistakes I hope my beta's have gotten them.
The beta's for this chapter were:CDSE, Just Me and My Books, TheKatanaMistress, SkylanTorian2014 and Hazel006.
I hope to post in a somewhat standard flow, But won't make any promises.
I don´t make any money of this, and none of the characters are mine.
Chapter 1:The letter
**HP**
Vernon was reading the mail at 17:30 when suddenly his expression darkened.
"What is this!?" he screamed holding up a Letter. "Who sent you! This letter?"
Harry cringed. "I don't know," he said with a small voice as he shied away.
Petunia looking at the letter screamed "Hogwarts! It's those freaks!"
Vermon undid his belt slowly while he set his angry eyes at Harry, who braced himself. He knew nobody ought to know where he lived, especially the other freaks.
He saw his punishment coming, Harry immediately dropped his pants and bent over waiting for the punishment.
*** punish, screams, pain, more punish, more screams, more pain, blackout***
When he woke up he was lying in his cupboard, his whole body hurt, and there was a good amount of blood in the cupboard.
He looked up and saw his alarm clock 3:00 Harry did the math in his head and thought,
'That means I have been knock out for about 9-10 hours, that must have been my biggest wiping ever … it's a miracle I'm still alive.'
Some time went by but he could not sleep because of the pain, moments of silence passed, since he had nothing else to do, he tried to sit up. After trying for a while Harry was half sitting when he took a break.
Looking around, he suddenly saw a letter at the end of his bed. Fear suddenly gripped him while he shot up straight making his body flare pain and tearing open a few wounds. In front of him lay one letter with giant letters on it.
From Hogwarts to Harry Potter.
Harry sat there confused, and thought 'How did it get here, Petunia nor Vernon would never put it here. Maybe Dudley is trying to get me into trouble.'
Harry looked at the alarm clock and thought 'It says 4 o'clock there no way in hell anyone is awake.'
Harry slowly opened the letter without making a sound.
It read:
Dear Harry Potter,
We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed, a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on September 1st. We await your owl by no later than July 31st.
If you have any questions you can send them back by owl or with Fawkes.
Yours sincerely,
Albus Dumbledore,
Headmaster.
Harry read the letter and began analyzing it's contents.
'Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry … Wizardry ?' But wizards or witches don't exist...'
Harry thought back at the moment he suddenly appeared on the school roof, and when the Dursley's said his parents were freaks as well and had died in a car crash. He thought about how every time something weird happened they called him a freak as well.
Petunia's voice echoed through his mind, when he replayed the events that lead to his punishment.
Petunia had screamed "Hogwarts, it's those freaks!"
'By following that train of thought there are three common points here.
My parents were freaks, I'm a freak and when weird things happen I'm punished for doing freak-stuff. This 'Hogwarts' has a link to freaks, and it's where wizards and witches got to school.
If magic does exist, then my parents and I as well would be wizards, … It would be nice if I could use magic to control the Dursley's but there are too many unknowns. I need more information before I can do something with this. Also I need proof magic exists before I try anything.'
He took the second letter to see what he was supposed to get.
Second page
HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
UNIFORM
First-year students will require:
1. Three sets of plain work robes (black)
2. One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear
3. One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)
4. One winter cloak (black, with silver fastenings)
Please note that all pupil's clothes should carry name tags.
COURSE BOOKS
All students should have a copy of each of the following:
The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1) by Miranda Goshawk
A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot
Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling
A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch
One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida Spore
Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger
Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander
The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection by Quentin Trimble
OTHER EQUIPMENT
1 wand
1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)
1 set glass or crystal vials
1 telescope
1 set brass scales
Students may also bring, if they desire, an owl OR a cat OR a toad.
PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS
ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICK
Yours sincerely,
Albus Dumbledore,
Headmaster.
Harry finished reading the letter and thought 'Mmmm I have no idea how to get these things…
Harry turned his thought's back to the first letter, 'If you have any questions you can send them back by owl or by with Fawkes. I could ask that man Dumbledore for more information, but how am I going to get it there? There is no return address on the letter... 'Send it back by owl or Fawkes…'
Harry muttered "I know what an owl is but what is a Fawkes"? Suddenly a "squawk" came from the top of his Cupboard. Startled he looked up and saw a red bird there and it "squawk's" again. The bird looks down at Harry, he shifts painfully when the bird begins to sing a soft sad song. He feels himself becoming calmer despite the fact that the bird is making noise.
After a while the bird stops singing, he feels calmer than ever before. Harry shifts and makes a low soft grunt in pain, the bird flew down and lands upon Harry. He looks at the bird, sitting on his knee, he traced the bird's eyes to his bruised arm where he stupidly tried to block the belt. The bruise was turning purple, and there was even a open wound next to the purple bruise
Looking at the wound he thought. 'Probably got it while trying to block the belt, that was stupid of me.' Harry looked fearfully at the bird while the bird walked to his bruise.
Seeing the bird walking to that sensitive spot, Harry could only think and pray to not get attacked by the bird. The bird walked on while Harry grew more and more anxious. When the bird was directly above the wound, Harry was too scared to even move anymore.
His last thought was that he might wake the rest if the bird hit him there. Yet he still felt calm as the song of the phoenix echoed through his mind.
The bird started to cry and a single tear landed on the open wound.
Harry watched in wonder as all his wounds stopped hurting and healed up completely. He stared in amazement at where he formerly had a bruise and a open wound. Harry thought 'This is not natural. This would mean the bird is magical?
Perhaps this is a Fawkes? Or is that its name … Fawkes? It reacted when I muttered Fawkes out loud. Hmmm. Let's try something.'
Harry said in a soft voice "Fawkes?"
The Phoenix made another "squawk".
He said in a soft voice "Fawkes can you take a letter to Dumbledore?" Fawkes made a happy sounding "squawk".
'Well I think this is Fawkes then.'
He asked Fawkes to wait so he could write the letter, Fawkes squawked and begin to chirp a soft tune as it teleported from Harry's Lap to a shelf in the cupboard with a spectacular flame.
'It is definitely magical. Harry thought with a smile.'
Harry started to write his letter to Dumbledore.
'OK I need to be polite and make sure I meet him without him meeting Vernon or Petunia, Perhaps I could stage a meeting at Mrs. Figg's. She never had a strange look whenever weird things happened, and she always says I need to be careful with people I don't know. She will probably accept to meet someone if I just say he wanted to meet and I wanted to have someone with me for the meeting since it's safer that way.
Satisfied Harry wrote to Dumbledore that he had some questions and wanted to meet at Mrs. Figg's house.
He included the address and wrote down the date that Harry is to stay over at Mrs. Figg's house and Vernon had to meet his business associates.
He wrote that any time after 12 o'clock would be fine and if it was possible to let Mrs. Figgs know the actual time, lastly he signed with his name and gave the letter to Fawkes who disappeared within a flash of fire.
**AD**
Fawkes reappeared in Dumbledore's office with Harry's letter.
Dumbledore greeted Fawkes "Hello Fawkes, mmmh you got a letter for me?"
"Squawk"
"From Harry Potter?"
Fawkes begin to sing softly
"I'll take that as a yes." Dumbledore said as he gave Fawkes a treat and took the letter.
Dumbledore shoved aside all his work to see what his wonder boy had written.
Dear Headmaster Dumbledore,
I would like to ask some questions, however I'd like to ask them in person.
I'm wondering if you would could meet me this coming Saturday at Mrs. Figg's house.
She lives at Number 7, Magnolia Crescent Street Any time after 12 o'clock would be fine.
I hope this is possible and will await your reply.
With kind regards,
Harry Potter
P.S. Could you send the reply to Mrs. Figg's house?
"Mmm… Why would Harry want to meet me at Mrs. Figg's house.?" Dumbledore asked Fawkes. "Maybe his relatives don't know how to get to Diagon alley?" Dumbledore muttered to Fawkes.
Fawkes song went to a different tune.
"Not? Maybe it's the money, I should have told him I would send someone to take him shopping." Dumbledore said to Fawkes.
Dumbledore sat down and wrote a letter to Miss Figg's telling her about Harry, his response and that he would be there at 12 o'clock.
Fawkes would you take this to Mrs. Figg's please?"
Fawkes took the letter and disappeared in a red flame.
Dumbledore sat behind his desk smiling, he would meet his wonder boy rather fast.
**HP**
Harry was pushed into the car when Vermon went to get his co-workers (co-criminals).
Vernon drove Harry to Mrs. Figg's house, and got out to get Harry out of the trunk of the car.
While Harry's eyes were still adjusting to the light shining into the trunk, Vernon lifted Harry out of the trunk and threw him onto the hard pavement.
Harry waited till Vermon left before he went to get the key Mrs. Figg kept under the flowerpot for him. He opened the door and went inside.
Harry looked at the time and saw it was just twenty after five.
'Hmm Mrs. Figg Get's up around six o'clock so I got a little time.' Harry thought.
Harry started to make some tea and a small breakfast for himself when he heard something behind him.
He turned around to see Mrs. Figg coming down the stairs fully dressed.
He thought this was strange but said nothing and instead greeted Mrs. Figg, who in turn greeted back.
"Up early I see, want something to eat?" Harry asked.
Mrs. Figg nodded and went to sit at the table.
Harry started to make a larger breakfast for both himself and Mrs. Figg.
While he was making breakfast Mrs. Figg asked how he was.
For once he did not need to lie about feeling well, through being thrown onto the pavement was painful he was used to more pain to the point he barely felt it.
They made small talk till breakfast was ready.
He put breakfast on the table, and as he sat down as he asked if she got a letter from a man named Dumbledore.
She smiled softly and told him Albus was going to come by at twelve o'clock.
'Albus?' Harry thought and decided to ask.
"Albus? You know him" Harry asked innocently.
Miss Figg's answered friendly "Of course, I've known that man since I was a young woman. Though we were curious, why you wanted to meet at my house."
Harry shot into thought before he answered Mrs. Figg's question.
'She knows Dumbledore? Then I need to give her my excuse as well as Dumbledore, and make sure they both don't know about my home!
"My aunt and uncle are away for some time, so I wanted to ask Dumbledore some questions, and I needed someone with me for it. I haven't met Mister Dumbledore yet, you see? Since I did not want to wait any longer for answers… Do you know what we are talking about, Mrs. Figg?"
"Yes Harry dear, no need to hide magic from me." Mrs. Figg answered sweetly.
"So You're a witch then?" Harry asked eagerly.
"No I'm born what they call a squib Harry, my parents were magical, but I did not get the gift."
"However as the daughter of magicals, I'm allowed to live in the magical world." Mrs. Figg explained.
Harry had to ask even if it was a little rude, but he was close enough to Mrs. Figg to ask.
So he asked her "Why do you live in the non magical world? As I take it, that is where I am now, the non-magical world, for I don't see much magic here."
She looked thoughtful for a moment before she answered "The magical world is hard on squibs, and I'm more muggle than magical so I decided to live with the muggles."
Harry started to process this information as he started to clean the dishes .
'So I can deduce that Muggle's are non-magical people. Then this would indicate that magicals are also seems to be a difference between a squib and a muggle through I don't see any yet, except the parentage.'
Harry helped Mrs. Figg with some tasks around the house for a while, while waiting.
He prepared everything for the arrival of Dumbledore at 11 o'clock.
He made tea, cookies, cleaned the table, vacuumed the floor, he did everything to prepare for the meeting.
During this, Harry talked to Mrs. Figg about a lot of things but nothing of real importance.
At five to twelve the fireplace roared green and an elderly man stepped out.
He stared at the old man dressed in the most cursing color combination.
Wearing bright purple robes, while underneath was a pair of bright red trousers and a bright yellow shirt. The combination made Harry want to throw a bucket of paint on the man, but he held himself polite as he spoke. "You must be Headmaster Dumbledore?"
"That's right Harry" Dumbledore responded.
Harry offered the man a seat and took his robes and thought, 'That's one color less that will be hurting my eyes.'
Harry then asked if the man wanted a cookie or some tea he had made, which the man happily accepted. Harry placed the cookies and the tea on the table and took his seat.
Mrs. Figg sat down as well, getting some tea from Harry. Harry took his place, while picking up the teacup in front of him. Then he took a small sip, Dumbledore set down his cup as he began to speak.