Over the next several years, Harry fell into a routine. He would go to school, and on the way back he would teleport to Last Hope Orphanage to secretly visit and spy on Gravity and Electrostatic Potter.
It was on his eleventh birthday that everything changed.
Harry is making breakfast for the Dursley's when he is asked to bring back the mail. Walking outside, Harry sees envelopes in the post box. One envelop sticks out from all the rest. It is a pale mania coloured one, with green ink on its front. Getting closer, Harry reads that it is addressed to him.
It even mentions his living quarters, the cupboard under the stairs. Unable to resist the urge, Harry opens the envelop right there.
Unfolding it, the letter states that he is accepted to some magic school, Hogwarts, and that he needs to reply soon. It also mentions a list of items, none of which he understands.
Placing the envelop in his back pocket, Harry walks back into the house and presents the mail. While Uncle Vernon sorts through it, Harry hesitates before stuttering up. "There was also a letter for me, in the mail today."
Here Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia freeze.
"For you" she says "there must have been some mistake."
"No, it even mentioned where I sleep, in the cupboard under the stairs."
Turning around, Uncle Vernon demands "where is it?"
Harry rummages in his back pocket and takes out the letter. "Here it is" and gives it to Uncle Vernon.
As Uncle Vernon read the letter his face got decidedly more purple. "Lazy, ungrateful" he mutters under his breath, before finally looking down on Harry. With a sickly smile, he continues "there must be some mistake. This letter is a prank, a practical joke."
"But all those strange things.." but Harry trailed off, not daring to mention, to remind them, of all the things he has done, especially the time two babies coalesced from his forehead, from his now missing scar.
Here Aunt Petunia gave a sharp look "think nothing of it."
Harry slumped down, and turned around. He headed back outside the kitchen to get his gardening supplies. Sullenly, he walked outside and started to weed the garden. It is during his time weeding the garden that Harry notices a small black snake making its way through. "Hungry" lisped the snake.
Harry peered even closer to the snake and again the snake lisped "hungry". ""Uh" scoffed Harry "a snake. Are you hungry?" Harry lisped. Harry shook his head side to side after his lisp.
The snake responded "yes". Harry didn't know what to do. Speaking to snakes? The only story of a speaking snake that Harry knew of was in the Bible, and that snake was a demon and an angel.
Looking down, Harry asks "am I talking to a demon or an angel?"
All the snake replied was: "hungry".
Harry responded "well I don't have any snake food. Find your own." And the snake slithered away, lisping "hungry".
As Harry continued on the garden, an owl swooped down from the trees and dropped a letter on Harry.
Picking the letter off himself, Harry read the green ink on the manila envelop. It was addressed to him, again.
Harry went back inside the house and to the cupbord under the stairs before finding a pen under his cot. Taking the pen, he wrote on the back of the envelop: "Pick me up to get to Hogwarts and supplies. - Harry Potter". Harry then placed the letter under his cot.
When he was done with all the chores, he took the letter with him and went to the nearest post box, where he dropped the letter in.
After that, Harry and the Dursley's were not bothered by letters for Harry again.