A Turn in Fate

Strange things were happening around Harry Potter, if Dudley and his goons were chasing him tree roots would pop out of the ground and trip them. If harry was in a bad mood the weather seemed to reflect his mood, the point being if Harry was sad a storm would blow up out of nowhere. When Harry was 8 a tornado came through Surrey and nearly destroyed his Aunt and Uncles house. Tornados in England? Now that was unheard of. He didn't know how he did it, but he always managed to escape certain beatings.

Years passed and Harry got older, but hardly taller he was short for a ten year old boy. Harry was turning 11 in just a few days and starting public school in the fall at Stonewall, to say he was not excited would be an understatement. At least Dudley would be going to Smeltings and he would not be able to torment Harry. But what he was looking forward to the most was the possibility of actually making friends.

"HARRY! Go get the mail." Vernon yelled. "Yes, Uncle Vernon sir." Harry picked up the mail and started sorting through it like he always did. At the bottom of the pile there was something unusual. It was a letter addressed to one Mr. Harry J. Potter, Cupboard Under the Stairs, Number 4, Private Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey. Harry did a double take, really a letter that was addressed so specifically to him? He noticed several odd things about the letter, one was the bottle green ink in which it was written the other was the paper. Harry knew that this letter was special so he dropped it off in his cupboard before Vernon could yell at him and take his letter. "Oi, BOY! What's taking you so long?" "Sorry Sir. Here is your mail." Harry set the mail down on the table and walked away, he would wait until later that night when he wouldn't get in trouble with his aunt and uncle.

Harry was sent to his cupboard at 7 pm and locked in there was no getting out. After he was sure that Vernon wasn't going to barge in and make him clean anything up he dug up his letter from under his mattress. Harry broke open the seal and pulled out the two pieces of parchment.

He, Harry, was a wizard? It would certainly explain how he had escaped Dudley and his goons. How his hair had grown back in one night after Petunia had cut it all off. But it was too good to be true. It was a way out of his current life that was too simple to be possible. The letter didn't tell him how he was supposed to get to the train station or how he was supposed to get all of his school supplies. Just to be safe he decided to write to this Professor McGonagall and see if everything was actually true.

Professor McGonagall,

I am writing to inquire about a letter I recently received about The Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I guess my inquiry is to whether the offer is actually legitimate and not just a crude prank. Also if the offer is genuine, I was concerned about how I would procure my school supplies and get to the train station. Another concern of mine is how I would pay for my schooling and the supplies necessary, as I have no money. I would appreciate a quick and timely response.

Sincerely,

Harry James Potter