What the hell was that? Looking around to search for the owner of that screech he soon found the owl on top of the cabinet looking expectantly at him, it can't be what he thought it was, could it? He had lost all his magic hadn't he? What the bloody hell was going on! Heading straight for that damned bird he untied the letter from its leg. The very heavy letter that was most defiantly NOT made from paper but of parchment. Staring mockingly at him was Hogwarts crest confirming that this was an invitation letter, gulping he sat down and noticed his hands where shacking.
Scoffing at his own foolishness he reassured himself, "Come on Harry don't be a coward just open it, you've faced much worst" he whispered to himself, breathing deeply he turned it over and there it was, the loopy writing of Hadrian Black written in green. Not bearing to continue opening it he stuffed it back into his pocket and refused to think on it.
Walking around the neighbourhood until it turned dark was what he did instead of confuting the letter, but no matter how hard the time traveller tried he could not completely forget it. He knew he had to read it eventually, that his curiosity to find out would overtake him but he just didn't want to, he didn't want to deal with anything to do with the wiziding world anymore he had enough of it but he should off expected something like this to happen, it always did and even after all this time he was still shocked that he couldn't find complete happiness or peace, that he just could not be left alone as he wanted to be. He should be grateful for the 3 years he had.
Sighing he sat down in the deserted park, swinging a little on the swing with the crumpled letter in his hands, hear goes nothing he thought with little enthusiasm.
Tearing open the seal he read through it, it was the same letter he had got last time explain about Hogwarts and the wiziding world, however he didn't recognise all the books on the list. Taking out the sheet of white paper and a pen he had brought with him for this purpose he began writing the letter, "now how should I start this" he said out loud to himself, looking at the Hogwarts letter find whom he was to address the letter to, he had to double look "BLOODY HELL" he almost fell of the swing in surprise! No, not that much could of change! Could it? Nope no way there's no bloody way HE would be the head of a school filled with innocent minds. But there it was written under the deputy's name was Tom Riddle. Trying to calm himself down he thought how this could have happened, how his worst enemy is now the headmaster of his beloved school, Thinking about it he remembered that Dumbledore did say Tom expressed his interest at having the position of defence but to actually become the head, well that was something of a shock to say the least.
There was no way he was going to NOT check this out and if posing as a 11 year old student got him that information then so be it!
He began writing his letter, knowing that he wouldn't be able to pass as the ignorant, happy-go-luck orphan he chose to instead pose as the hardened kid and wrote a fairly formal and cold letter, without the useless blabbering of stupid questions that most muggleborns would no doubt bombard the headmaster or deputy with.
Calling over the owl that hadn't stop following him he ties it to her leg and watched as it flew off until he could no longer see it. He went home to prepare and think on how to deal with this new…situation. He had to prepare himself to expect to see Riddle and maybe many Death eaters! It wouldn't look good for an eleven year old to start cursing every dark wizard he sees now would it?
He expected someone to be knocking on the old doors of the orphanage soon...
