The Headmaster glared at the three boys. Harry gulped as him and his English professor spoke. "Well you boys are a bunch of dirty criminals٫" said The Headmaster "Straight to Saint Brutus's with you."
As Harry was swept away he felt a lump growing rapidly in his throat. What was his father going to think about him now? Harry٫ Ron٫ Abe٫ and Draco had turned out to be squibs. Harry knew his father was disappointed him for not being a wizard.
James had always gone on about his adventures with his friends at Hogwarts٫ and Harry dreamed about getting his first wand from Olivanders٫ eating feasts in great hall٫ and staying up late with Ron. Now the closest he could get to the magical world would be cleaning glasses in the Leakey Cauldron.
How proud would his father be now٫ knowing his son wasn't going to be a pro Quidditch player٫ and that he could barely last a month at school? Oh٫ and Harry mustn't forget that he would soon be attending a school for the mentally unstable.
"Mum's gonna kill me"٫Ron moaned.
"Relax." said Abe٫ who's Dad let him get away with anything.
The three boys packed and collected their trunks٫ changed out of their uniforms٫ and sat on the steps outside of the school. Harry was in no hurry to face his parents.