Chapter 2
Harry Potter hated his family, and he was really starting to hate that old fool Dumbledore for making him come back to them every summer. Who sends someone somewhere they hate shortly after they kill a 40 meter long freaking basilisc anyway. "You're safest at your family's home Harry" Harry started sarcastically. "They aren't my family! They are my relatives and if Vernon tries hitting me one more time I just might curse him" Harry's anger began fading as Hedwig affectionately nibbled at his ear. "I know Hedwig you're my family." He smiled at his familiar.
As he was petting Hedwig an unfamiliar owl flew in through the window and dropped an envelope on his lap before flying out the window.
At Hedwig's much harder nip he stammered "sorry Hedwig I have no idea what it's about and if I knew I was getting it I would have sent you to get it." As he began gently petting get soft feathers. Desperately hoping this appeased his territorial owl.
Seeing that she was still miffed but not taking her anger out on him Harry opened the letter.
Dear Mr. Potter
It has come to our attention that you have business with our department that must be felt with post hate or dire consequences well ensure. To prevent this calamity please report to the department of contracts today at midday (noon) to be brought up to speed on this issue
Best wishes,
Regan Bell
Department head of contracts department
"Huh I wonder what this is about" Harry looks to his watch to see how much time he had to get there' "Bloody Hell. 30 minutes how am I supposed to get there?"
Harry grabs one of his school robes and his wand on his way running out his door. When he gets to the road he begins to wonder what his plan was, maybe Mrs. Figg could drive him…. Just then he tried over the broken sidewalk his wand arm shot up and he fell to the ground.
"I'll never get there in time…" Harry murmured just as a loud bang went of next to him. Harry jumped up looking around to see a triple decker bus with day bus on the side right next to him.
"Where to?"
Harry notices the wand in the man who talked pocket so congratulating himself on his luck he said "Ministry of Magic please. And make it quick"
"That will be thirteen sickles"
Harry just pulled out the cons and handed them over thankful he was actually going to make it.
"Alright hit it Ern" the man said to the driver.
Harry was thrown back as the bus took off at blurring speeds landing in a plush recliner.
