"Mr. Potter. A letter from Hogwarts," His secretary, Milly, said, handing him an envelope with the Hogwarts seal. It looked official.
"Thank you. Er, if the owl is still here, could you send this out? Thanks," said Harry, passing a letter that was to go to Neville at the school. Harry studied the letter a moment before tearing it open.
(Dear Mr. Potter. We regret to inform you that your son, Mr. James Sirius Potter, has received detention for the fifteenth time this month. We would like to set a parent meeting at your earliest coveniance to discuss disciplinary actions that could ensure your son cuts down the level of mischief he has achieved. Sincerely, Minerva McGonagall.
PS: James seems to seriously take after his grandfather, but even more-so his Uncles. You know the ones. I'm amazed Gryffindor continues to win House Cup with the amount of points he loses! Best wishes Harry.)
Harry sighed and scribbled a note, putting it in his outbox. No amount of discipline could possibly control his prankster son.
Other than that, the day was mostly filled with boring paperwork and meetings about ministry regulations. That afternoon, Harry took the floo network home, arriving in his kitchen. A note was on the table.
(Went to pick up birthday gift for Albus. Be back at four. Love, Ginny.)
That's right, Albus' birthday gift! Harry hadn't yet wrapped his. Just then, there was a knock at the door.
a/n: Again, it is rather short, but do not fret, for I plan to update at a very fast pace...R&R please!
