Chapter Three - Being Eleven.
Location: In the Hallway, 12 Grimmuald Place, London
"Harrry! You've got a letter!" Sirius Black, the only living Lord of the House of Black, bellowed up the stairs.
"FILTHY HALF-BLOODS AND BLOOD-TRATIORS, BE-SMIRCHING THE HONOUR OF THE BLACKS! OH HOW I WISH I WAS DEAD!"
"You are dead, Mother dearest, now bloody hell shut up!" Sirius snapped back, flicking his wand to shut the curtain. Bloody irritating, she was.
"Sirius! Is it my Hogwarts letter?" ten year old Harry Potter asked, jumping up and down like a madman.
"Hmm, lets see… Mr. H. Potter: check. Hogwarts logo: check. Yep, pup, I'd say it is."
"Awesome! Can I write back?" Harry begged, emerald eyes shining.
"Fine, but don't take too long or I might send you off the Durmstrang instead." Harry seemed to take the threat seriously, as he thundered back up the stairs and grabbed the nearest quill and parchment…
Location: The Dining Room, Malfoy Manor, Warwickshire
Of course he'd get in," Lucius Malfoy sneered in disgust, "Every Malfoy has done." With that he turned from his pale, silent wife to his second son, who was clutching his letter. "You'll go into Slytherin, Draco, understand, like your brother. Do not disgrace the Blacks or Malfoys by being like your filthy half-blooded cousin!"
Draco nodded mutely, "May I go tell Cassiopeia?" His father nodded impatiently.
5 minutes later
"Cassie!" Draco yelled up from the ground.
"What is it?" his little sister bellowed back, before jumping down out of their tree-house.
"I've got my letter."
"Oh…"
"Yeah… I know."
Location: Madame Long bottom's Office, Longbottom Manor, Shropshire
"Grandma." Neville Longbottom piped up, "My letter arrived."
"Excellent Neville, I'll write your reply for you, no need to worry."
"Yes Gran." Neville replied, though secretly he was seething. What was he? Last time he checked, he wasn't unable to write.
Neville frowned and threw himself on his bed, maybe that wasn't fair, but the boy couldn't stand being told what to do or being thought of as incompetent by his own family! Neville sighed and grabbed his coat.
Location: Outside Madame Malkins, Diagon Alley, London
"So Harry, uh…I'm just going to the Leaky Cauldron for a pick me up…"
"It's okay Sirius." Harry assured his god-father. The Gringotts carts didn't agree with the Head of the Black Family.
Inside, Harry quickly attracted the attention of Madame Malkin:
"Ah, Harry m'dear, off to Hogwarts already?" the mauve dressed woman asked, smiling kindly.
"Yes I am, Madame." Harry replied, grinning like an idiot. Madame shook her head.
"Right, well, come through to the back, there's another young man getting fitted now."
Harry followed her through and saw a boy with pale blonde hair and archaic features. Definitely a Malfoy.
"Hey." The boy said glumly.
"Hi, I'm Harry, Harry Potter." Said boy grinned, "Who are you?"
"Draco…Malfoy." Draco spat his last name. Harry raised an eyebrow.
"And I know what you're thinking, you're thinking that I'm like the rest of them – but I'm not!" Draco all but snarled; he hated it when people judged him.
"No no – I don't!" Harry assured the elder boy. Silence occurred. Then:
"What House do you hope to be in?" Draco asked
"Gryffindor, that's where my uncles and parents were…" Harry trailed off, feeling slightly uncomfortable.
"I say, who's that man outside?" Draco asked incredulously, pointing to Sirius, who was standing outside with two GIANT ice creams.
"My Godfather, Sirius Black."
"That's you done, Harry m'dear." Madame beat Draco into replying.
"Ah, well, see you at Platform 9 & ¾ then Draco."
"Definitely"
Location: In the Kitchen, The Burrow, St. Ottery-Catchpole.
Arthur Weasley was sitting at the kitchen table of his family home. He was proud to say his family was completely normal. Well almost…
"Arthur?"
Mr. Weasley glanced up from his Prophet, to see Albus Dumbledore.
"Professor Dumbledore!" he spluttered, standing almost immediately. Dumbledore chuckled.
"You haven't attended Hogwarts in years and you still call me that?"
"Ah, um, s-sorry Albus," Mr. Weasley stuttered, quite flustered, "But, old habits die hard."
"Indeed, indeed. Now I was wondering if Molly might happen to be around."
"Um, yes, she's outside in the garden." Arthur stated, "Bu why?"
Dumbledore smiled serenely, "It is about your youngest son."
"What about him?"
"We would like to offer him a place in Hogwarts."
Outside the front door, Ronald Billius Weasley was dancing. He was going to HOGWARTS!
Sorry it's took so long, school stuff.
ANYWAY, next chapter were going to Hogwarts! And the new Marayders are all meeting each other! And I've lost the memory stick which I keep everything on :(
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