Hi! I'm on a ROLL! I'm writing this really quick... Perhaps I should concentrate on my other stories... Nah! They can wait :p

Anyhoo, I hope these chapters aren't getting too boring, please tell me if they are ;)

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So, that's all there is from me :)

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Chapter 3: Home
The family went home at around midday after having sent all the presents back home.
"Hold my hand, Harry, we're going to disapparate." James instructed, and Harry did as he was told, "Deep breath, it's slightly uncomfortable." Harry took a deep breath, and squeezed his eyes shut as he disapparated.
It felt like he was in a plastic tube. A very tight plastic tube. He was being squashed and bent, and was most definitely uncomfortable.
"You can open your eyes," James said, "We're home."
From the look in his parents' eyes, Harry could see that they hadn't been home for a while.
"How long have you been in the hospital for?" Harry asked, suddenly.
"Well, about four months ago, a Seer predicted that you would wake up soon. We went to the hospital to wait as soon as we heard."
"Oh." Harry felt his eyes watering, touched by their devotion, so he decided to take a look around the house to avoid bursting into tears again.
"I'm going to take a look around. I'll see you inside." He mumbled.
This world was so surreal, his parents so loving and the house so big, that Harry thought it must be a dream, but the sun-warmed bricks of the large house, and the beautiful smell of the freshly cut lawn were too real to just be part of a dream.
Harry thought of all the years he had missed out on, the years in which he had suffered in the house of the Dursleys; he thought of his parents, whom he still wasn't so familiar with, but whom he already loved dearly; and he thought of how good his new life already was.
After wandering around the garden for a few minutes, Harry went inside. The entrance hall was high-ceilinged, with a large chandelier hanging in the middle. There were two staircases leading off in opposite directions against the back wall. Four doors were spread around the wall, leading off to the kitchen, games room, dining room and living room.
The boy walked up the left staircase. He wanted to call his mum to ask where his bedroom was, but he wasn't sure what to call her.
Should he call her 'mum'? Or 'mummy'? Or maybe just 'Lily'?
Luckily, his father saw him standing, lost, in the middle of the stairs.
"You're rooms on the second left." He winked, "I think you'll like it!"
Harry smiled and ran up the rest of the stairs two at a time, James hot on his heels.
He walked along the hall, eyes fixed on the door to his room.
The door was closed. It was large, painted white, and had a large, majestic, doorknob. Slowly, he pulled it open.
His smiled widened as he saw his bedroom. It was large, but still cosy. The walls were painted blue and were covered in posters of bands and films. He had a double bed with thick white pillows and a matching duvet. The floor was made of oak and was partially covered by a navy rug. There was a large wardrobe (which was full of new, perfectly fitting clothes), three huge bookshelves (which were full to the brim with books), a desk with pens, pencils and a computer on it, and a flat-screen TV on the wall facing his bed.
Harry turned to hug his father, who chuckled.
"Enlargement spell," He grinned, "Glad you like it. We spent ages trying to find the right stuff! We didn't know what you would like or anything…"
"It's perfect!" Harry exclaimed before his father could start getting teary-eyed, "I love it!"
"Oh! And you've got a letter!" James added, smiling knowingly before he handed it over.
The boy looked at it, relishing his first letter, before he opened it.

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 Harry Potter,

We are pleased to inform you that you have a place 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 after registration.

"Hogwarts? As in hogs' warts? Is this a joke?" Harry asked.
"Actually, Hogwarts is a school of wizardry, magic." James replied, pointing at the words at the top of the letter.
"Oh. How do they know where I live? Why am I invited?"
"All English wizards are invited. And they know where you live because of magic! Come on, Harry, you knew that!"
"Yeah… So how am I going to get all these books? I mean, they don't sell them at WH Smith do they?" Harry glared as James laughed.
"Oh, Harry… We'll take you to buy your stuff tomorrow, you'll see."
Harry could tell that this was the best answer he was going to get.
"Also, we're going out for dinner tonight to celebrate, so wear something slightly smart. Now, I need to go find Lilly."
They both grinned their identical grins before separating as Harry walked to his wardrobe and his father walked out the door.