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CHAPTER 1- THE LETTER ARRIVES

Air whistled past his ear. His robes bellowed out behind him. He could see the tiny pinpricks of city light below him as he rode through the air expertly manoeuvring the huge motorcycle he was riding. He laughed with glee as he swished and flicked his trusty wand which shot out tiny puffs of smoke accompanied with loud bangs and victory music as was required after his defeat of the treacherous dragon. As he approached the ground he could see his countrymen cheeri RRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIINNNNNNNNGGGGGGG….

Harry woke up and promptly threw his alarm clock at the wall for interrupting his dream. He soon regretted that action as it did little to stop the unpleasant noise. After getting up and permanently taking care of the wretched alarm clock, He let out a big whoop on seeing the date. It was his birthday, his eleventh birthday.

Any day now he was going to receive his Hogwarts letter. He had learnt all about the wizarding world (or as much as his grandparents knew, which was not much) when he started showing accidental magic. It was during his seventh birthday, when he had accidentally turned his birthday cake blue (because it was his then favourite colour), that he had learnt about the secret world of magic.

His grandparents had told him stories of his mother bringing crazy stuff home and doing magic with her wand. They had told him many stories of the wizarding world which they had learnt from his mother. This secondary (tertiary?) source of information had led him to want to experience it firsthand.

Though his grandparents had expounded on many aspects of the wizarding world, they had been very quiet on the subject of his parents' death. When he had brought up the issue, they had told him that they could not explain it to him as they did not know much on the subject. They had told him that when he got his letter, someone from the school would come to fetch him who could better explain the issue. That had sounded very ominous and so he had left it at that.

Harry was exceptionally bright for his age and with it came a generous amount of curiosity. This had led him to try to control his accidental outbursts of magic into something controllable. Though the trials had ended in hilarious failures, he had succeeded in finding out which emotions did which kind of magic. He also noticed that while faking the intense emotion had made the magic work, it was relatively very weak compared to the real deal.

His dreams had also turned bizarre after learning about magic. They had consisted of billowing cloaks, wands, dragons and many more mythical creatures, though the one with the flying motorcycle had been a new one.

Harry was contemplating the advantages of a flying motorcycle over a normal one as he walked in for breakfast.

"Happy Birthday, Harry" greeted Hestia, as she set a plate of pancakes before him.

"Thanks grandma." Harry replied as he dug into his breakfast.

Hestia took this time to appraise her grandson. Messy black hair adorned his forehead partially hiding a thin lightning shaped scar. His eyes, the same emerald green as that of his mother's, was hidden behind new spectacles that he had demanded when he heard that his father wore them. His face was remarkably similar to that of James though his gestures and actions reminded her of Lily.

She could read his mood as well as she had been able to read Lily's and so she could see the mix of nervousness and anticipation in his eyes as he frequently glanced at the door.

"Calm down, Harry. It will be sometime till they come. Go open your presents in the meantime, Okay?"

"alright! PRESENTS" Harry cheered as he raced into the living room. His grandparents had promised to get him something useful for Hogwarts rather than the normal videogames and stuff that he received.

When he reached there he could see a huge gift wrapped present there and without further ado, he tore into it. It was a trunk which obviously had been used but nonetheless looked cared for.

"That was your mother's. When she bought a new one in her fourth year, she left this one here. There are also some of her notes in there from her first three years which I believe will be useful for you." came a quiet reply from his grandfather as Harry gazed thoughtfully at the trunk.

"Thank you Grandpa"

"Happy Birthday, Harry. You have become a big boy now. Eleven! whoa. How fast you grow up. It seems like only yesterday you were crawling around the place."

"grandpaaa…" whined Harry as William continued laughing at Harry's embarrassment.

Harry hurried down the stairs, tripped and crashed down to the floor when he heard the doorbell ringing. Mortified by his lack of coordination, he slowed down, took deep breaths to calm his flushing face and opened the door. Standing there was a girl about his age holding a cat. Suddenly the cat jumped and mid jump transformed into a woman. Harry's mouth fell open as he stared at the Not-Cat Woman. The Woman looked smug as the girl cursed.

"You didn't faint" the girl accused him.

"I was supposed to?" Harry questioned and the girl blushed.

"Ignore Miss Granger here, she is just upset that you reacted better than her when I transformed. May we come in? I am Minerva Mcgonagall , Deputy headmistress of Hogwarts Witchcraft and Wizardry and this is Miss Hermione Granger who is another student like you."

"How do you know who I am?" questioned harry.

"You look remarkably like your father except for your eyes. You have your mother's eyes" replied the Professor.

Harry accepted the answer thinking of questioning the professor later about his parents and introduced him to the girl who was looking at him curiously.

"I am Harry Potter. Pleased to meet you, Miss Granger." Harry stated using his most polite and gentlemanly voice trying to imitate the numerous books he had read.

"Likewise Mr Potter and call me Hermione please" she replied.

"Then please call me Harry, my fair lady" Harry replied shocked and pleased that another 11 year old like him had replied so elegantly.

"Now if both of you have completed showing off your etiquette lessons. Can we continue this conversation inside?"

Both of them blushed and nodded though they were eying each other with interest.

"Grandpa, Grandma, the Professor's here." Harry shouted and both Hermione and Mcgonagall snorted at his 180 degree change in behaviour."

Professor Mcgonagall retrived a letter from her robe and presented it to harry when his grandparents arrived.

It was addressed in emerald green to

Mr H Potter

Harry's Bedroom

8 Spinner's End

CokeWorth

He pulled out the letter and read:

HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,

Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Mr Potter,

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.

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

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

The Hogwarts' admission letter had finally arrived.

That's it for the second chapter folks. Hope you enjoyed that. Next chapter is the Trip to Diagon alley. I know that Mcgonagall seems very AU, But once she is in Hogwarts, she will be as strict as ever.

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