After using the bathroom and getting changed into the dark green silk pyjamas that Aunt Petunia had bought for him a few days earlier, Harry settled down in bed with a book he had grabbed from his trunk, A beginner's guide to transfiguration told him the basics of that subject.
Hogwarts school books turned out to be very interesting, and Harry had read a few of his books, so that he would be prepared for Hogwarts, he didn't want to be caught out, especially if some of the other children had been practicing magic all of their lives. In a way though, he had. Professor McGonagall had informed him that some of the more unusual things he had done, which landing on the school roof and turning Mrs Figg's hair blue, to name a few, were actually accidental magic. A lot of children did this, and Harry couldn't help but wonder if the amount of accidental magic he had performed might have been different if it wasn't for living in a cupboard, or being bullied by Dudley.
When he had finished reading the introductory chapter, he decided that Transfiguration sounded like quite a useful subject, and it would also be quite interesting. Professor McGonagall had mention that as well as being the deputy headmistress and the head of one the houses, Gryffindor he thought, she was also the main transfiguration teacher, she seemed like she would be quite a good teacher.
Glancing at the clock, he realised that it had already reached ten pm, it was probably a good idea to go to sleep now as he had to be awake at seven am, to leave eight am, it was a good thing they lived where they did, if they lived a bit farther away, the might have had to take a whole day to get down to London.
Throwing the covers off, he grabbed his book and went to go and replace it in his trunk, while thinking about what a bad idea it had been to grab something from the bottom of the trunk the late on the night before he was going to leave. It wasn't that big when you looked at it, only looking as if it would fit a few books and a few changes of clothes, but one you opened it, the inside was huge, and all sorts of charms. There was a voice activated charm, when you said the name of the object it was instantly placed at the top of the pile of things, which made finding things a lot easier in the huge space, but you still couldn't really see what was in there, which was the problem. Of course, with all that stuff in a small place it was usually be really heavy, but that was the greatness of magic, as it had a very strong lightening charm on that wouldn't be running out any time soon.
Thanks to the magic, he had sorted out his trunk in a matter of minutes, then flicked the light off and jumped back into bed.
Really, he tried to get to sleep but he just couldn't. As if he was a little kid lying awake for their birthday, well he didn't but Dudley would, he tossed and turned for a few hours, feeling really excited about Hogwarts the following morning. Indeed, when Aunt Petunia came upstairs and looked in on him to see if he was asleep yet an hour or so after he had turned his light off, he had turned over, hoping she wouldn't guess he was still awake.
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Somehow though, he must have gotten to sleep, because he found himself opening his eyes sometime in the morning, and hearing the loud beeping of Dudley's old alarm clock. Rays of sunlight were streaming in through the curtains that he hadn't drawn last night, and he squinted, half blind while looking for his glasses.
Finding them, he looked at the clock and was relieved to see that it was nearly 7am, so he was on time.
Suddenly, realization struck him, today was the day that he was going to Hogwarts!
With a big grin on his face, he leapt out of bed and got read in record time then grabbed his trunk and ran downstairs.
"Are you ready?" said Aunt Petunia, who had been ready for a while and was waiting in the living room
"Yep," said Harry with a nod, after he had grabbed a piece of toast.
"Good, lets go," said Petunia, and they headed out of the house.