The Second Generation Marauders

Book 1

The Sorcerers Stone

Chapter 2: The Letter From Hogwarts

Harry was sitting at the kitchen table enjoying a breakfast of buttered toast, thinking about his new school, Stonewall, which he would be attending in a few weeks. The school sounded like a dreary place, but, Harry reasoned, it had a better name than the school Dudley was going to- Smeltings. Harry had a good laugh at that, when he heard it.

"At Stonewall they give people swirlies on the first day," Dudley had taunted Harry a few days earlier.

"Yeah, well at Smeltings they shove that smelting sticks up people's arses on the first day," Harry replied coolly.

At Smeltings they gave the students "Smelting Sticks," to hit each other with. Harry guesses it was to help give them kind, and gentle personalities.

The mail slot closed, signaling the mail having arrived.

"Boy, get the mail!"

"Why don't you get the mail, you fat tub of-"

Harry avoided Dudley's smelting stick, and walked out into the hall. He picked up the mail, and went through it.

Petunia, Vernon, Dudley… Harry slowly looked through the names until he came upon one that said- Harry James Potter.

Harry had never received a letter before in is life, and was shocked at receiving one. He read on, surely this was a mistake.

Cupboard Under the Stairs

4 Privet Drive

Little Whinging

Surrey

Harry snorted. This seemed very precise. And how did they know he slept in the cupboard under the stairs? He glanced around, and stuck the letter in his back pocket. He would save it for later.

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HOGWARTS SCHOOL

of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(Orfer of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Worlock,

Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards

Dear Mr. Potter,

We are delighted to inform you that you have been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later thank July 31.

Yours Sincerely,

Minerva McGonigal

Deputy Head Mistress

"Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry?" Harry asked. Harry blinked. "What the bloody hell is going on?"

Suddenly he heard a giant knock at the front door. Then another. When there was no response, Harry decided to get the door, and left his letter on his bed.

Harry walked over to the door, and opened it. He was met with an… unusual sight.

Standing at the doorway were two figures. The first was a giant man wearing a large brown cloak. He had a huge beard covering covering the majority of his head, but shoved his mouth and warm eyes.

The other was a very old looking man, with wrinkles covering his face. He was wearing a large pointed hat, blue robes and half-moon spectacles.

"Um… Hello... there," Harry said awkwardly. "What can I do for you."

Harry looked at the men strangely. He had never seen two more absurd looking people in his life.

"Hello. I'm guessing you're Harry Potter?" The old man asked.

"Yeah, that would be me," Harry replied.

"Ah, splendid, then I trust you received your letter?" The old man questioned.

Harry had only received one letter his entire life, so he assumed that it was the one about Wizards and Witches.

"You mean the one about Hogwarts?" Harry asked.

"Yes, that one," the old man said.

"Great, perhaps you could explain it to me then?" Harry asked.

"Didn' it have enough information in it?" The giant man asked, gruffly.

Harry looked at the man. It was the first time he had spoken. His voice sounded rough, yet tender at the same time.

"No, actually it was very vague," Harry stated. "Um, why don't you come inside?"

Harry guided the two into the sitting room, where the Dursley's were currently drinking tea. When they saw the two men behind Harry though, Vernon jumped up.

"WHAT ARE YOU RUDDY LOT DOING IN MY HOUSE!"

"Oh shut up, will you!" Harry yelled. He then looked at the two strangers. "Sorry, my uncle can be a moron some of the times. Okay, all the time, but anyway… Why don't you sit down?"

"Very well then," the old man said. "Vernon, could you please sit down."

"No, why don't you get out of my house, you crackpot old-"

The giant suddenly grabbed Vernon by the neck, and shoved him into the couch.

"Don't you dare talk to Albus Dumbledore like that in front of me!" The Giant yelled, with anger clear in his voice.

"Hagrid!" The man revealed to be Albus Dumbledore said. "Please put him down, we're only here to get Harry, no need to cause any problems."

"Nah, please let him continue, I'm rather enjoying it," Harry said. He was starting to like this 'Hagrid' person.

Hagrid released his grip on Vernon, slightly reluctantly, and shoved him off of the couch, before sitting on said couch alongside Dumbledore. Harry sat down in the couch opposite Harry. The Dursleys merely stood in the corner, keeping Dudley behind them.

"Harry, could you please allow us to explain why we're here, and why you received that letter?" Dumbledore said.

Harry nodded slowly.

"You're a Wizard, Harry."

There was a moment of silence.

"I'm a what?"

"A Wizard, Harry. You can do magic. Please, tell me, is there anytime something has happened... Something you couldn't explain?"

"Yeah, every day my cousin sits down at the breakfast table, and the chair doesn't give way," Harry said.

"Please, be serious about this Harry," Dumbledore persisted.

Harry thought for a moment. Yes, there had been moments like that before. One time he had played a prank on Dudley and his gang. It had backfired, and the ended up chasing him. The ended up on a bridge overlooking a street. Harry had ended up cornered, and jumped over the side rail, before he ended up on the street below, completely unharmed.

Another time he had been staring at a cold meal the Dursleys had given him, and wished it would be hotter. The food had caught fire, surprising everyone at the table. He had been locked in the cupboard for weeks for doing that.

"Wait so I'm a Wizard?" Harry asked.

"Wait, hold on a second…" Hagrid said. "Are you telling me you didn't know you were a Wizard?"

Harry nodded.

Hagrid got up, and stood over the Dursleys menacingly. "Dursley you big prune! Because of you, this boy… This boy doesn't know… Anything!"

Harry thought this was going a bit far. "Hey, I know a decent amount."

"But you don't know about the Wizarding world!" Hagrid urged. "Your parent's world, your world!"

"My parents?" Harry asked.

"Yes, I was getting to that," Dumbledore stated. "Hagrid, please sit back down."

Hagrid sat back down in his seat, before Dumbledore continued. "Harry, your father was a Wizard, and your mother was a Witch."

"And darn good ones at that!" Hagrid piped in.

Dumbledore smiled at Hagrid. "They went to a school called Hogwarts."

"The school from my letter?"

"Yes, that would be the one," Dumbledore confirmed.

"There was also once a dark Wizard, who went by the name of Voldemort."

Harry noticed that Hagrid flinched at the mention of this Wizard.

"One night, he went after your parents," Dumbledore continued. "He killed them both, then went to kill you. He couldn't though. After all those that he killed, he couldn't kill a small child. Today, you are viewed as the savior of the Wizarding world."

Harry let this information sink in. "So… I'm… A Wizard…"

"This is going to create some great pranking opportunities," Harry said out loud.

Harry didn't notice it, but Hagrid and Dumbledore both shared a glance, and raised their eyebrows.

"Yes… Anyway, I believe your birthday is this Tuesday?" Dumbledore asked.

Harry nodded, still in slight shock.

"Ah, wonderful," he said. "Then on your birthday, Hagrid will take you out to Diagon Alley, to help you but your school supplies."

Harry looked up. "But… I haven't got any money."

Harry doubted that the Dursleys would pay for his school supplies, and he hadn't ever even been given pocket change, let alone enough to pay his way through school.

Dumbledore gave him a smile.

"Why Harry, you don't think that your parents left you with nothing, do you?" He asked. "I believe you have a small fortune at Gringotts, the Wizard bank," he added as an afterthought. "I believe your assets are around Ten Million Galleons. That's Wizard money, by the way."

Harry stared at him, open mouthed.

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Yay! Next chapter is Harry's birthday, then he finally heads off to Hogwarts! Please, R&R!