privet drive- n-4
Harry looked at his old watch, it was strangely loud in the stillness of the Dursley' house. just a few more moments and it would be your birthday. Not that there was no point in celebrating it. The Dursley certainly wouldn't. Most of the time, they pretended he didn't exist and left him locking up in his room. No food and no water. They didn't dare complain, the last thing they wanted was to be punished. Harry didn't think he could handle it, weak from hunger as he was.
His watch chimed softly. Announcing calmly that he was a year older. He smiled sadly. So he had survived another year.
''happy birthday to me '' he whispered before feeling unbearable pain around his body. It was horrible, it was more painful than the second year basilisk poison. The pain didn't stop, in fact, it intensified.
Still, Harry didn't scream, the last thing he wanted was for his uncle to wake up. He was learned years ago to suffer in silence. screaming would only make it worse. his back arched on the bed and Harry clenched his teeth. His fingers gripped the tissues in an attempt to control the pain. Sweat ran down his forehead to run down his face. The agony did not subside, it seemed to go on and on. Throbbing as if his own blood was on fire.
The pain then eased considerably suddenly leaving Harry, panting in his trough. What just happened? He didn't have time to reflect, however.
Two last post on his window made him jump. Harry looked to find two owls, one was unknown to him and the other he identified as his own Edwiges. The unknown owl left a letter on the table and, without waiting for an answer, passes through the window again. Harry looks at the letter and then at Edwiges who looked at him.
"What did you bring for me?" He asked, coming close, the owl extended his leg to Harry, who took the letter identifying in the address the delicate handwriting of his best friend, Hermione Granger.
Harry,
Did you get a letter from Gringotts? Say you got nothing and it's just a misunderstanding, please Harry, tell me.
Hermione
The note was made with a quick letter and the boy could see small blots indicating that Hermione had been crying.
''What the hell is going on?"Harry then looks at the other letter he had received and with a sigh opens it and starts reading
Mr. Harry James Potter Peverell
We, elves of Gringotts Wizandig Bank, demand your presence due to issues of your inheritance and repairs to it, you must present yourself as soon as available to ensure that the situation is resolved in a timely manner.
Greetings,
Gringotts Wizanding Bank, Ragnok