Declaration: I do not own Harry potter or its characters
The letters from no one
"The letters from no one" Severus started but was interrupted when suddenly there was a flash, as a lightening bolt descended into the room. The light faded, and there was a man getting up on his feet, no older than 18, wearing auror robes.
Everyone unsheathed there wands and pointed them at the stranger. As he straightened up you could see his unruly black birds nest he called hair emerald green eyes and a lightning bolt scar on his forehead.
Harry Potter looked around at the wands, thrust his hand forward, and disarmed all of them except Lily in one strike. "Calm. I am Harry. Harry Potter. And I am from the future."
"Who are you?" asked Lily coldly. "Potter, is this another prank of yours?"
"No" said James in a surprised way. "I don't know him at all."
"Not yet" said Harry maliciously. "And you never will. Like I said, I am Harry Potter and I come from the future. From 20 years in the future. I am the son of James Potter, as you can tell by the fact I look just like him, and of Lily Evans, from whom, I have been told numerous times, I have inherited my eyes."
Everyone gave him a calculating look.
"You still don't believe me. Very well. I swear on my magic that I am called Harry Potter, I come from the future of 20 years, I am not a Death Eater and these books you are reading is about me." Everyone said silent for a while than Lily got up and hugged her son with tire in her eyes. "what have I missed." Lily and Harry said down next to James. "well your are about to get your letter I think." James said. Sirius suddenly sat up and looked at Harry with a curious look, Harry looked him in the eyes and then smiled saying "I flew." this took everyone back. "how-how did you know?" Sirius studded. "I could see it in your eyes. And some of my friends from the future along with two teachers from your time. Shell we get started." Harry asked.
The escape of the Brazilian boa constrictor earned Harry his longest-ever punishment. By the time he was allowed out of his cupboard again, the summer holidays had started
"when was Dudleys birthday?" Lily asked.
"April."
"and when did the summer holidays start?" Harry did not answer this question but lilies eyes narrowed.
and Dudley had already broken his new video camera, crashed his remote control airplane, and, first time out on his racing bike, knocked down old Mrs. Figg as she crossed Privet Drive on her crutches.
"Well that is just evil." Lily and Alice said disapproval coloured there tones.
"yer and I bet he was not even punished." Sirius added.
"he wasn't, Uncle Vernon laughed and Petunia made excuses." Harry said.Harry was glad school was over, but there was no escaping Dudley's gang, who visited the house every single day. Piers, Dennis, Malcolm, and Gordon were all big and stupid, but as Dudley was the biggest and stupidest of the lot, he was the leader.
This coursed Remus and Sirius to laugh. And then Severus said "that sounds like you, James" this coursed everyone to laugh except James who pouted. And Harry in his defence said "well that only counts when the group are all stupid but because you guys are not stupid it doesn't count." James smiled at Harry.
The rest of them were all quite happy to join in Dudley's favourite sport: Harry Hunting.
James, Sirius and Remus all growled at that statement. This was why Harry spent as much time as possible out of the house, wandering around and thinking about the end of the holidays, where he could see a tiny ray of hope. When September came he would be going off to secondary school and, for the first time in his life, he wouldn't be with Dudley. Dudley had been accepted at Uncle Vernon's old private school, Smelting.
"What I horrid name for a school." Regulus said, shaking his head.
Piers Polkiss was going there too. Harry, on the other hand, was going to Stonewall High, the local public school. Dudley thought this was very funny."They stuff people's heads down the toilet the first day at Stonewall," he told Harry. "Want to come upstairs and practice?"
"He had better not." Lily, James and Sirius shouted at the same time."No, thanks," said Harry. "The poor toilet's never had anything as horrible as your head down it — it might be sick." Then he ran, before Dudley could work out what he'd said.
Everyone was laughing at that one except lily who just smiled. One day in July, Aunt Petunia took Dudley to London to buy his Smelting's uniform, leaving Harry at Mrs. Figg's. Mrs. Figg wasn't as bad as usual. It turned out she'd broken her leg tripping over one of her cats, and she didn't seem quite as fond of them as before. She let Harry watch television and gave him a bit of chocolate cake that tasted as though she'd had it for several years.
"Hum… I should probably thank Mrs Figg for looking after me, she did more then she was aloud and kept me safe." Harry muttered. Lily looked at him strangely and then said "what do you mean." Harry smiled. But said nothing, which annoyed everyone.That evening, Dudley paraded around the living room for the family in his brand-new uniform. Smelting, boys wore maroon tailcoats, orange knickerbockers, and flat straw hats called boaters.
"That sound disgusting." Sirius said. And Harry nodded.
They also carried knobbly sticks, used for hitting each other while the teachers weren't looking. This was supposed to be good training for later he looked at Dudley in his new knickerbockers, Uncle Vernon said gruffly that it was the proudest moment of his life. Aunt Petunia burst into tears and said she couldn't believe it was her Ickle Dudleykins,
"Ickle Dudleykins that bore boy having such stupid nick names" Sirius and James laughed.
"You haven't heard them all yet" Harry said laughing along with them.
he looked so handsome and grown-up. Harry didn't trust himself to speak. He thought two of his ribs might already have cracked from trying not to laugh. There was a horrible smell in the kitchen the next morning when Harry went in for breakfast. It seemed to be coming from a large metal tub in the sink. He went to have a look. The tub was full of what looked like dirty rags swimming in gray water."What's this?" he asked Aunt Petunia. Her lips tightened as they always did if he dared to ask a question."Your new school uniform," she said.
"What. she is dyeing cloths and buying you a new uniform." Lily shrieked.
"she disliked spending money on me that is why I always wore hand-me downs."Harry looked in the bowl again."Oh," he said, "I didn't realize it had to be so wet.""Don't be stupid," snapped Aunt Petunia. "I'm dyeing some of Dudley's old things gray for you. It'll look just like everyone else's when I've finished."Harry seriously doubted this, but thought it best not to argue. He sat down at the table and tried not to think about how he was going to look on his first day at Stonewall High — like he was wearing bits of old elephant skin, probably.
"My bore boy" Lily said sadly this time, placing a hand on Harry shoulder.
"Its ok lily-flower he should get his Hogwarts letter soon." James said calmly, and Harry's smiled at that proved what he said. But they did not notice that it had a hint of mischief in it.Dudley and Uncle Vernon came in, both with wrinkled noses because of the smell from Harry's new uniform. Uncle Vernon opened his newspaper as usual and Dudley banged his Smelting stick, which he carried everywhere, on the heard the click of the mail slot and flop of letters on the doormat."Get the mail, Dudley," said Uncle Vernon from behind his paper."Make Harry get it.""Get the mail, Harry.""Make Dudley get it.""Poke him with your Smelting stick, Dudley."
"That is total not fair" Sirius said outraged.
But before anyone said any more four people arrived out of now wear closely followed by Professor McGonagall and Dumbledore. Harry got up and kissed Ginny before saying. "This is Ginny, Neville, Ron and Herminie." Neville saw his parents then and went up to them and said "hi mom, dad." Alice and Frank looked at each over and then pulled him into a tight hug. Harry then continued, "Neville is Herbology teacher of Hogwarts." he told them before turning to the two professors and saying "I assume that my friends have told you what is going on." they nodded and Harry continued by say were they had got two. Once everyone was sat down they carried on reading.
Harry dodged the Smelting stick and went to get the mail. Three things lay on the doormat: a postcard from Uncle Vernon's sister Marge, who was vacationing on the Isle of Wight, a brown envelope that looked like a bill, and — a letter for picked it up and stared at it, his heart twanging like a giant elastic band. No one, ever, in his whole life, had written to him. Who would? He had no friends,
"You has no, friends that's so sad" Frank said.
"And why have we not come and got you or at least written a letter." Sirius exclaimed pointing at Remus.
Harry sighed before answering "well Dumbledore the fool"- Harry shot Dumbledore a glare- "wouldn't let you see me Lupin and Sirius well the idiots put you-you in Azkaban" there was a shocked gasp and Sirius asked "why" Harry shook his head and said "it is in the third book."
no other relatives — he didn't belong to the library, so he'd never even got rude notes asking for books back. Yet here it was, a letter, addressed so plainly there could be no mistake:Mr. H. PotterThe Cupboard under the Stairs4 Privet DriveLittle WhingingSurreyThe envelope was thick and heavy, made of yellowish parchment, and the address was written in emerald-green ink. There was no the envelope over, his hand trembling, Harry saw a purple wax seal bearing a coat of arms; a lion, an eagle, a badger, and a snake surrounding a large letter H.
"That his Hogwarts letter see I told you so" James said proudly. "Hurry up, boy!" shouted Uncle Vernon from the kitchen. "What are you doing, checking for letter bombs?" He chuckled at his own joke.
"That was week" Regulus said.Harry went back to the kitchen, still staring at his letter. He handed Uncle Vernon the bill and the postcard, sat down, and slowly began to open the yellow Vernon ripped open the bill, snorted in disgust, and flipped over the postcard."Marge's ill," he informed Aunt Petunia. "Ate a funny whelk…""Dad!" said Dudley suddenly. "Dad, Harry's got something!"Harry was on the point of unfolding his letter, which was written on the same heavy parchment as the envelope, when it was jerked sharply out of his hand by Uncle Vernon."That's mine!" said Harry, trying to snatch it back."Who'd be writing to you?" sneered Uncle Vernon, shaking the letter open with one hand and glancing at it. His face went from red to green faster than a set of traffic lights. And it didn't stop there. Within seconds it was the greyish white of old porridge."P-P-Petunia!" he gasped.
"Little over dramatic"Dudley tried to grab the letter to read it, but Uncle Vernon held it high out of his reach. Aunt Petunia took it curiously and read the first line. For a moment it looked as though she might faint. She clutched her throat and made a choking noise."Vernon! Oh my goodness — Vernon!"
"Drama Queen"They stared at each other, seeming to have forgotten that Harry and Dudley were still in the room. Dudley wasn't used to being ignored. He gave his father a sharp tap on the head with his Smelting stick."I want to read that letter," he said loudly."I want to read it," said Harry furiously, "as it's mine.""Get out, both of you," croaked Uncle Vernon, stuffing the letter back inside its didn't move."I WANT MY LETTER!" he shouted."Let me see it!" demanded Dudley."OUT!" roared Uncle Vernon, and he took both Harry and Dudley by the scruffs of their necks and threw them into the hall, slamming the kitchen door behind them. Harry and Dudley promptly had a furious but silent fight over who would listen at the keyhole; Dudley won, so Harry, his glasses dangling from one ear, lay flat on his stomach to listen at the crack between door and floor."Vernon," Aunt Petunia was saying in a quivering voice, "look at the address — how could they possibly know where he sleeps? You don't think they're watching the house?"
"I don't think so, we just now a lot of things" James said."Watching — spying — might be following us," muttered Uncle Vernon wildly."But what should we do, Vernon? Should we write back? Tell them we don't want —"Harry could see Uncle Vernon's shiny black shoes pacing up and down the kitchen."No," he said finally. "No, we'll ignore it. If they don't get an answer… Yes, that's best… we won't do anything…"
"That's not going to work" Severus said shaking his head. As Harry smiled."But —""I'm not having one in the house, Petunia! Didn't we swear when we took him in we'd stamp out that dangerous nonsense?"
"It is not dangerous and you cant stomp it out it was born in him." lily hissed her eyes narrowing. "What did they do." She asked Harry forcing her self to keep calm. Everyone had narrowed eyes all of them boring into the book. "they just meant Keep me unhappy honest." Harry said but no one believed him. That evening when he got back from work, Uncle Vernon did something he'd never done before; he visited Harry in his cupboard."Where's my letter?" said Harry, the moment Uncle Vernon had squeezed through the door. "Who's writing to me?""No one. It was addressed to you by mistake," said Uncle Vernon shortly. "I have burned it."
"That wont work." Regulus said "he is such and idiot." he add, and everyone nodded in agreement to that."It was not a mistake," said Harry angrily, "it had my cupboard on it.""SILENCE!" yelled Uncle Vernon, and a couple of spiders fell from the ceiling. He took a few deep breaths and then forced his face into a smile, which looked quite painful."Er — yes, Harry — about this cupboard. Your aunt and I have been thinking… you're really getting a bit big for it… we think it might be nice if you moved into Dudley's second bedroom."Why?" said Harry."Don't ask questions!" snapped his uncle. "Take this stuff upstairs, now."
Well that was a very polite why of saying I think that there is some crazy people watching the house and we don't wont you to become one of them so we are moving you out of this cupboard hopefully that will put us on there good side." Severus said sarcastically. The Dursleys' house had four bedrooms: one for Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia, one for visitors (usually Uncle Vernon's sister, Marge), one where Dudley slept, and one where Dudley kept all the toys and things that wouldn't fit into his first bedroom. It only took Harry one trip upstairs to move everything he owned from the cupboard to this room.
One trip you most only have like on box full of things" Alice and Lily protested in outrage. "its ok we will change that" James said lily stroking her arm.
He sat down on the bed and stared around him. Nearly everything in here was broken. The month-old video camera was lying on top of a small, working tank Dudley had once driven over the next door neighbour's dog; in the corner was Dudley's first-ever television set, which he'd put his foot through when his favourite program had been cancelled; there was a large birdcage, which had once held a parrot that Dudley had swapped at school for a real air rifle, which was up on a shelf with the end all bent because Dudley had sat on it. Other shelves were full of books. They were the only things in the room that looked as though they'd never been touched.
"That room must have smelled, and why do that keep all that stuff it is broken?" Regulus asked.
"Probably has something to do with that bad tempered chilled." Lily answered. And Harry nodded to that statement. From downstairs came the sound of Dudley bawling at his mother, "I don't want him in there… I need that room… make him get out…"Harry sighed and stretched out on the bed. Yesterday he'd have given anything to be up here. Today he'd rather be back in his cupboard with that letter than up here without morning at breakfast, everyone was rather quiet. Dudley was in shock. He'd screamed, whacked his father with his Smelting stick, been sick on purpose, kicked his mother, and thrown his tortoise through the greenhouse roof, and he still didn't have his room back. Harry was thinking about this time yesterday and bitterly wishing he'd opened the letter in the hall. Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia kept looking at each other the mail arrived, Uncle Vernon, who seemed to be trying to be nice to Harry, made Dudley go and get it. They heard him banging things with his Smelting stick all the way down the hall. Then he shouted, "There's another one! 'Mr. H. Potter, The Smallest Bedroom, 4 Privet Drive —'"With a strangled cry, Uncle Vernon leapt from his seat and ran down the hall, Harry right behind him. Uncle Vernon had to wrestle Dudley to the ground to get the letter from him, which was made difficult by the fact that Harry had grabbed Uncle Vernon around the neck from behind. After a minute of confused fighting, in which everyone got hit a lot by the Smelting stick, Uncle Vernon straightened up, gasping for breath, with Harry's letter clutched in his hand."Go to your cupboard — I mean, your bedroom," he wheezed at Harry. "Dudley — go — just go."
"That is not fair, my son gets sent to his room and he just has to not be in the same room as his father. despicable." James said annoyed.
"it's ok dad it all works out in the end."Harry walked round and round his new room. Someone knew he had moved out of his cupboard and they seemed to know he hadn't received his first letter. Surely that meant they'd try again? And this time he'd make sure they didn't fail. He had a repaired alarm clock rang at six o'clock the next morning. Harry turned it off quickly and dressed silently. He mustn't wake the Dursleys. He stole downstairs without turning on any of the was going to wait for the postman on the corner of Privet Drive and get the letters for number four first.
"Well that would not work it would come by owl." Regulus said.
His heart hammered as he crept across the dark hall toward the front door —"AAAAARRRGH!"Harry leapt into the air; he'd trodden on something big and squashy on the doormat — something alive!Lights clicked on upstairs and to his horror Harry realized that the big, squashy something had been his uncle's face. Uncle Vernon had been lying at the foot of the front door in a sleeping bag, clearly making sure that Harry didn't do exactly what he'd been trying to do. He shouted at Harry for about half an hour and then told him to go and make a cup of tea. Harry shuffled miserably off into the kitchen and by the time he got back, the mail had arrived, right into Uncle Vernon's lap. Harry could see three letters addressed in green ink."I want —" he began, but Uncle Vernon was tearing the letters into pieces before his eyes.
"That is just evil" Lily was the one to say. "they now what it is and that they we give in, why are they fighting it." her eyes were narrowing dangerously at the book.Uncle Vernon didn't go to work that day. He stayed at home and nailed up the mail slot."See," he explained to Aunt Petunia through a mouthful of nails, "if they can't deliver them they'll just give up.""I'm not sure that'll work, Vernon.""Oh, these people's minds work in strange ways, Petunia, they're not like you and me," said Uncle Vernon, -
"You got that one right." Sirius said "We are so much smarter."
trying to knock in a nail with the piece of fruitcake Aunt Petunia had just brought him.
The marauders were all laughing at that.On Friday, no less than twelve letters arrived for Harry. As they couldn't go through the mail slot they had been pushed under the door, slotted through the sides, and a few even forced through the small window in the downstairs bathroom.
"That is right, keep posting those letters, no matter what." Sirius laughed.
"Oh, but it gets so much better" Harry laughed.
Uncle Vernon stayed at home again. After burning all the letters, he got out a hammer and nails and boarded up the cracks around the front and back doors so no one could go out. He hummed "Tiptoe Through the Tulips" as he worked, and jumped at small noises.
"Well doesn't he sound totally normal" Severus said.On Saturday, things began to get out of hand. Twenty-four letters to Harry found their way into the house, rolled up and hidden inside each of the two dozen eggs that their very confused milkman had handed Aunt Petunia through the living room window. While Uncle Vernon made furious telephone calls to the post office trying to find someone to complain to, Aunt Petunia shredded the letters in her food processor."Who on earth wants to talk to you this badly?" Dudley asked Harry in amazement.
"I do" Dumbledore, McGonagall, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Neville and everyone else said apart from Severus and Regulus. Harry blushed a blood read at that. On Sunday morning, Uncle Vernon sat down at the breakfast table looking tired and rather ill, but happy."No post on Sundays," he reminded them cheerfully as he spread marmalade on his newspapers, "no damn letters today —"Something came whizzing down the kitchen chimney as he spoke and caught him sharply on the back of the head. Next moment, thirty or forty letters came pelting out of the fireplace like bullets. The Dursleys ducked, but Harry leapt into the air trying to catch one —"Out! OUT!"Uncle Vernon seized Harry around the waist and threw him into the hall. When Aunt Petunia and Dudley had run out with their arms over their faces, Uncle Vernon slammed the door shut. They could hear the letters still streaming into the room, bouncing off the walls and floor."That does it," said Uncle Vernon, trying to speak calmly but pulling great tufts out of his moustache at the same time.
"he looked Funny" Harry said looking of into space.
"I want you all back here in five minutes ready to leave. We're going away. Just pack some clothes. No arguments!"He looked so dangerous
"And funny"
with half his moustache missing that no one dared argue. Ten minutes later they had wrenched their way through the boarded-up doors and were in the car, speeding toward the highway. Dudley was sniffling in the back seat; his father had hit him round the head for holding them up while he tried to pack his television, VCR, and computer in his sports bag.
"Idiot" was said throughout the room.They drove. And they drove. Even Aunt Petunia didn't dare ask where they were going. Every now and then Uncle Vernon would take a sharp turn and drive in the opposite direction for a while."Shake 'em off… shake 'em off," he would mutter whenever he did this.
"Well that's not going to work, were wizards and witches." Sirius said smiling while everyone else rolled there eyes at him.They didn't stop to eat or drink all day. By nightfall Dudley was howling. He'd never had such a bad day in his life. He was hungry, he'd missed five television programs he'd wanted to see, and he'd never gone so long without blowing up an alien on his Vernon stopped at last outside a gloomy-looking hotel on the outskirts of a big city. Dudley and Harry shared a room with twin beds and damp, musty sheets. Dudley snored but Harry stayed awake, sitting on the windowsill, staring down at the lights of passing cars and wondering…They ate stale cornflakes and cold tinned tomatoes on toast for breakfast the next day. They had just finished when the owner of the hotel came over to their table."'Scuse me, but is one of you Mr. H. Potter? Only I got about an 'undred of these at the front desk." She held up a letter so they could read the green ink address:Mr. H. PotterRoom 17Railview HotelCokeworthHarry made a grab for the letter but Uncle Vernon knocked his hand out of the way. The woman stared."I'll take them," said Uncle Vernon, standing up quickly and following her from the dining room."Wouldn't it be better just to go home, dear?" Aunt Petunia suggested timidly, hours later, but Uncle Vernon didn't seem to hear her. Exactly what he was looking for, none of them knew. He drove them into the middle of a forest, got out, looked around, shook his head, got back in the car, and off they went again. The same thing happened in the middle of a ploughed field, halfway across a suspension bridge, and at the top of a multilevel parking garage."Daddy's gone mad, hasn't he?" Dudley asked Aunt Petunia dully late that afternoon.
"Yes. some one has notice I have been thinking that for a while now." Sirius cheered standing up. Alice looked at him and then at Remus who just shook his head. Harry was smiling at seeing Sirius happy once more.
Uncle Vernon had parked at the coast, locked them all inside the car, and started to rain. Great drops beat on the roof of the car. Dudley snivelled."It's Monday," he told his mother. "The Great Humberto's on tonight. I want to stay somewhere with a television."Monday. This reminded Harry of something. If it was Monday — and you could usually count on Dudley to know the days the week, because of television — then tomorrow, Tuesday, was Harry's eleventh birthday. Of course, his birthdays were never exactly fun — last year, the Dursleys had given him a coat hanger and a pair of Uncle Vernon's old socks.
"What there son gets spoiled rotten and Harry gets hand-me down socks" shrieked Lily. no one new what to say to that so Severus carried on reading.
Still, you weren't eleven every Vernon was back and he was smiling. He was also carrying a long, thin package and didn't answer Aunt Petunia when she asked what he'd bought."Found the perfect place!" he said. "Come on! Everyone out!"It was very cold outside the car. Uncle Vernon was pointing at what looked like a large rock way out at sea. Perched on top of the rock was the most miserable little shack you could imagine. One thing was certain, there was no television in there."Storm forecast for tonight!" said Uncle Vernon gleefully, clapping his hands together. "And this gentleman's kindly agreed to lend us his boat!"A toothless old man came ambling up to them, pointing, with a rather wicked grin, at an old rowboat bobbing in the iron-gray water below them."I've already got us some rations," said Uncle Vernon, "so all aboard!"It was freezing in the boat. Icy sea spray and rain crept down their necks and a chilly wind whipped their faces. After what seemed like hours they reached the rock, where Uncle Vernon, slipping and sliding, led the way to the broken-down inside was horrible; it smelled strongly of seaweed, the wind whistled through the gaps in the wooden walls, and the fireplace was damp and empty. There were only two Vernon's rations turned out to be a bag of chips each and four bananas. He tried to start a fire but the empty chip bags just smoked and shrivelled up."Could do with some of those letters now, eh?" he said was in a very good mood. Obviously he thought nobody stood a chance of reaching them here in a storm to deliver mail. Harry privately agreed, though the thought didn't cheer him up at all.
"Don't think that we will find away!" Sirius yelled.
"and it was delivered by the best person ever" Harry satiated and got nods of agreement from Neville, Ginny, Ron and Hermione while everyone else looked confused.As night fell, the promised storm blew up around them. Spray from the high waves splattered the walls of the hut and a fierce wind rattled the filthy windows. Aunt Petunia found a few mouldy blankets in the second room and made up a bed for Dudley on the moth-eaten sofa. She and Uncle Vernon went off to the lumpy bed next door, and Harry was left to find the softest bit of floor he could and to curl up under the thinnest, most ragged blanket.
" No, he cant he'll get a cold" Lily fretted.
"it's ok I was fine"The storm raged more and more ferociously as the night went on. Harry couldn't sleep. He shivered and turned over, trying to get comfortable, his stomach rumbling with hunger. Dudley's snores were drowned by the low rolls of thunder that started near midnight. The lighted dial of Dudley's watch, which was dangling over the edge of the sofa on his fat wrist, told Harry he'd be eleven in ten minutes' time. He lay and watched his birthday tick nearer, wondering if the Dursleys would remember at all, wondering where the letter writer was minutes to go. Harry heard something creak outside. He hoped the roof wasn't going to fall in, although he might be warmer if it did.
"You want the roof to fall in, that is very bad, it most be freezing." Lily sighed.
Four minutes to go. Maybe the house in Privet Drive would be so full of letters when they got back that he'd be able to steal one minutes to go. Was that the sea, slapping hard on the rock like that? And (two minutes to go) what was that funny crunching noise? Was the rock crumbling into the sea?One minute to go and he'd be eleven. Thirty seconds… twenty… ten… nine — maybe he'd wake Dudley up, just to annoy him
"Oh yes do that" Sirius said as everyone laughed at how hipper he was.
— three… two… one… whole shack shivered and Harry sat bolt upright, staring at the door. Someone was outside, knocking to come in.
"I wonder who that could be." Sirius said."A wizard, come to give Harry his letter." Frank said rolling his eyes.
"I now that but who is." Sirius clarified. But he was not getting any clues from Harry or his friends.
"so who wants to read the next chapter?" Severus asked, holding up the book.
"I will" Regulus said taking the book.
