Do I have to do a disclaimer? Meh.

With wide open eyes he gasped 'But no one has ever sent me a letter!", and who really would? It's not like anyone he had ever met would ever try to reach him. Ha, why would they!? Every person he had ever spoken to saw an antisocial kid who had no friends, nobody even noticed him when he was with his 'family'. They saw a middle class family with a father who had a respectful job at Grunnings, a wife who had a large but 'supposedly' good natured young child. And then they saw him, the skinny, weedy nephew that was born from the troublesome parents and was rumoured to be a troubled child, and to be totally honest he didn't care. Now past his initial shock he looked more closely at the letter, it was made of thick yellowish paper written in emerald green ink. Which was partly ironic, as it had always been Harry's favourite colour, as he turned the envelope over he was well and truly astounded at the simplicity as well as the spectacular illustrations portraying the coat of arms. It was a quartet of animals that seemed to be of a snake, a lion, a bird of some kind? And what appeared to be a badger. With trembling hands he slowly peeled away the wax seal, ever so slowly, almost scared to see what was beyond this envelope, was he in trouble?

He heard the creaking of the stairs above his head, which usually signalled Aunt Petunia was off to cook breakfast, which really meant that she would scream and shriek until Harry woke and served them their breakfast. For him it wasn't even a chore anymore. It had become a passion, something he strived to perfect.

Breakfast was served an hour later, and of course as was tradition Vernon was complaining "What is this? Have you tried actually cooking these pancakes, you freak! Or do you just serve the batter on a plate usually?" Harry just shrugged it off. He was most definitely used to it, he took this moment to look over at Dudley who, as always was chugging through his breakfast like it was his final meal. Harry almost chuckled before realising he was in a room with the happiness police. Throughout the cooking and now the meal he had only one thought "Why in the world would someone send me a letter?" Shaking his head he sighed and continued his chores.

It was almost midday before Harry had any time to himself and he immediately went to his room or to be correct, 'his cupboard'. He immediately grabbed his letter and fled to the old park. Checking his back every few seconds to make sure the Harry Hunters weren't in sight and when he was sure to be totally alone, his trembling hands withdrew the rough, thick paper and with surprising difficulty started to read.

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Dear Mr. Potter,

'Well, least we know its definitely for me'

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

'Well'

Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

'Am I actually this naive' he voiced aloud.

"hahahahahah…. I can't believe I fell for something this stupid, stupid people and their stupid practical jokes, like seriously. Get a Life." A voice in his head was screaming.

'Well Shit Happens" he joked, walking back to do his daily slave labour with his shoulders slumped and his hope even more dismal than usual.

Little did he know a certain Minerva McGonagall was walking the same street at the same time shaking her head at the young man whose reaction was so similar to the many other new families she saw each year.