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Harry shot up in bed, slamming his hand on the alarm clock, before blindly reaching around for his glasses and shoving them on his face. After realising why his alarm clock was going off, he crept to the bottom of the stairs. There he stood and listened, checking that the sound had not woken up the Dursleys. When he could hear the loud sound of Vernon's snoring he tiptoed up the stairs, stopping again at the top to listen. Here he had to open the door, which thankfully he had checked and oiled whilst cleaning the house, meaning that it silently opened. In the dark, Harry crept towards the front door, watching and listening for anyone waking up.
The postman had not yet arrived, so Harry stood by the front door, going over the French terms he had learnt yesterday. At quarter to 7 the post arrived, dropping quietly into the house. Harry gently picked up the many envelopes, looking for one with his name on. 'Mr V. Dursley, Mr V. Dursley, Mr and Mrs V. Dursley, Mrs P. Dursley. To the parents/ guardians of Dudley Dursley. To the parents/ guardians of Harry Potter. Mr H. Potter, son of Lily and James Potter.' 'Harry. That's me... Well at least that's what was on the front of my books in school.' Harry grasped the letter for him, leaving the rest on the floor in front of the mailbox, in case his family woke up before he returned upstairs.
Creeping down stairs again, Harry lay on his bed, before opening his letter.
Dear Harry
Why did you sign your name as freak? I will tell you now, your name is Harry James Potter, actually, fully it will soon be Lord Harry James Potter, once you claim your lordship. As you probably know, you are the last remaining heir to the Potter line, which also gives you a seat on the Wizengamont, should you wish to take it. Currently the Potter seat is empty. In my opinion, I would suggest naming someone to hold it in your place, it will make school very difficult if you are trying to be a full Wizengamont member. Anyway, back to this, your name is not freak, or boy, you should call yourself by your proper name, Harry. I will have words with your uncle if he thinks it is acceptable to call you a freak, or to prevent you from speaking to people.
Now, your parents. Your father was James Potter, and your mother Lily Evans. You were one year old when they were murdered, miraculously you survived, leaving you with only that scar on your forehead. It was a terrible loss to all of our world, they were such remarkable and influential people, and are greatly missed by everyone.
Here the letter was splattered with water, as if Mara had been crying.
I first met your mother on the train. She was quite a quiet girl, a stark contrast to my confident manner, but it was to be expected, she was the first in her family to go to Hogwarts, whilst my parents, along with my older brother and sister had been there already. Your father I didn't really know, apart from on the Quidditch pitch, due to Ravenclaw and Gryffindor never really having many classes together. Both your parents were sorted into Gryffindor, whilst I went to Ravenclaw. I remained friends with your mother throughout all our school life, there's something about the people you first meet on the train which binds you for life, whether for good or bad.
Lily was a caring and kind person, leaving her with having many friends in all the houses, including Slytherin. Some would almost say she was part Hufflepuff! James had 3 closest friends: Remus Lupin, Sirius Black and Peter Pettigrew. Together they were such the troublemakers, and would pull all sorts of pranks on the professors and students. They called themselves 'The Marauders' and had quite a hatred for Slytherins, especially Severus Snape, who was a close friend of your mother's.
AN: to be continued, letter is quite long so have broken it up so you can read this bit!
