AN: Hi so I am keeping the identity of our mystery sender a secret for a while longer. Hahaha so plz don't ask. And all text from our mystery character will be in italics. Ps, I do not own the Harry potter books movies and media (and no you cannot buy it on eBay L I have tried) and this goes for the rest of the book as well for the first chapter but that is what fan fic is for! yayayaya

He was sitting in his room worrying a lot for his owl, Dawson. He

had been gone more than it should take to deliver a letter. He went to stare

out the window when his eyes met a most confusing and terrifying sight.

His owl was battling a little rag full of what looked like a bat in a potato

sack. Dawson was being dragged down when he whipped out his wand and

yelled Stupefy! The effect was instant. As if the thing, and to his horror, his

owl was knocked out. The both fell to the ground. And he went outside to

retrieve them both. He carried his owl and what he now identified as a very

haggard house elf to his house. He put his owl in his cage and the house elf

on his bed. He cast some simple but effective charms around it that he knew

would work against elf magic to keep him from proofing himself away, and

waited for him to wake up. Just when he himself was starting to dose off,

the house elf started to stir. He suddenly jumped up and hit his head on an

invisible barrier. He snapped his fingers but no crack could be heard once,

twice, three time….. All to no avail there was no way he was Apparateing

out of there. He started to bang his head against the barrier, saying bad

dobby over and over again. He finally stopped and was quietly whimpering.

The owner of the owl inquired why the house elf was attacking his owl and

he replied "My name is dobby sir and I was after it's post attached to it's leg

sir" the man's eyebrows raised and he asked "why on earth would want my

post?." The house elf sighted and said "Dobby doesn't want your post,

needs Harry potter's post." The man sighed, more trouble for Harry. He

continued on, " Why would you want Harry's post then Dobby? Are you

some crazed fan?" His last question turned to more of an accusation and it

showed on dobby's face. He replied murmuring into the sheets "Harry must

not go back to Hogwarts, Harry will be in great danger he must not, so

Dobby took his post, sir, because if Harry thought that no one cared about

him, he would not go back to Hogwarts" he finished mumbling into the

air. The man was surprised by dobby's train of thought. But he recovered

and asked a different question instead. "Where is the post you have taken?"

Dobby reached guilt-ridden into his pocket. And came out with a stack of

letters. The man said to dobby, "I will be giving those to Harry then hand

them over." dobby looked like he was going to put up a fight but then

handed them over when the man pointed his wand menacingly at him and

he relinquished the letters. After looking through them he used the

Confundus Charm to make him not steal Harry's mail again and set him

outside to wake up. He gave some food and water to his now waking

owl and took the letter off his leg And began reading.

Dear Whoever you are,

I probably shouldn't be writing you, but I am in shock.

I Have not any mail since the end of term, so naturally, I am utterly

surprised. a house elf named dobby came to my house,

and to make a long story short, I cannot go to Hogwarts this year.

Dobby screwed that up. And to answer your question, my foster family

could be worse I could be made to sleep outside, in fact I live in a closet.

It could be worse, but it could be better. I can sometimes watch T.V.

while they are out and unsuspecting or even sneak a computer game.

Oh who am I kidding? My life sucks. I have the world's most dangerous

wizard on my tail and I haven't a friend or family until last

year. Not to mention I will NEVER see them again thanks to the

Dursly's so yeah my life stinks. Sorry I sort of went on a rant fest there,

at the second I just needed to blow off some steam. It seems like the

world is against me, I wonder if my number was up the fist time and

now fate is just pissed, maybe It sent the prophecy just to get even. Well

there I go again so…. What can you do? Don't worry I am sadly far to

involved in this mystery to tell anyone just yet. What else can I do? I am

running out of ink now so I think I will have to end it here, do you think

you could send some more ink with your owl? Apparently at the

Dursly's we use muggle proper muggle ways muggle of muggle writing,

not some forbidden magic way,

Stupid muggle git. Mad as Hell,

Harry

The man took some time to take this all in. They were horrible Harry had a

right to rant all he wants because, he lived in a closet, a closet! infuriated he

began a reply attached it to his owl, and almost flew it out the window when

he remembered ink. With a few choice cuss words, he called back his owl

and attached two pots of ink and a extra note and sent him off still fuming

when he went to bed.

AN: stayed up pretty late to get it out tonight and make it long your welcome! Haha but more serious plz R&R! I will be having a poll asking when I should revile my anonyms writer, so vote vote vote! Let's try to get to 5 reviews then I will post the next chapter, thanks watergale5