The Reply
Mr. Harry Potter,
I assure you that your concerns were indeed valid. I will explain things shortly, but as this letter can be intercepted I would rather inform you in person. Meet me in the park down the street in 5 minutes; I assure you that your Aunt and Uncle will not be aware of your absence.
Sincerely,
Professor McGonagall
Harry didn't have time to react; he threw on his shoes and ran out the door. While he was running he remembered that he didn't even know what this professor lady looked like. Harry got to the park in just under two minutes so he plopped himself down on the swing and waited. Exactly five minutes after Harry had left; a woman appeared on the playground. The woman was tall and thin, her hair was pulled back in a severe bun. She certainly looked like a professor.
"Harry Potter, my name is Minerva McGonagall. I am the Deputy Head Mistress of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."
It was real, Hogwarts was really real. He couldn't wrap his head around the fact that he was a wizard. His mouth was open in disbelief. "Harry, shut your mouth it's unbecoming." Harry closed his mouth a bit like a fish out of water.
"Harry, what do you know about your family?"
"Outside of my aunt and uncle? I know nothing; I don't even know my parents' names."
Professor McGonagall gasped. "You know absolutely nothing?!" Harry nodded his head. "Well, Harry, you'll be coming to live with me for the rest of the summer then. I was named as your second godmother if the first was unable to take care of you. As it is your godmother is in a coma, so I will assume the role as your guardian. Is that alright?" Harry simply nodded again. "Good then, we'll go collect your things."
McGonagall took Harry's hand and led him back to the miserable house that he had been forced to call his home for the last 10 years. They walked in silence to Harry's cupboard. Harry looked up at McGonagall's face to see a look of pure rage. The elderly woman looked like she could murder someone. "This is your room?" she sneered "Yes professor" Harry said meekly. "Grab your things, all of them. You will never enter this house again." Harry couldn't help but to smile a little bit. He had hated being at the Dursley's with all his might. Minerva took the small box of Harry's clothes and walked him out the door. Harry turned around one last time to look at the house that had been his hell. Harry continued walking and felt no remorse.