"Harry, get up now!"
"5 minutes!" Harry yelled into his pillow.
Why does he have to make me wake up so early? It's not like I have school today.
"Harry Potter, you get up now or I will not give you your letter!"
'Letter? What day is it?'
"It's my birthday!" Harry yelled at the top of his lungs.
He jumped out of bed as if it had pushed him out and thundered down the stairs. Panting, he ran into the kitchen.
"Where is it?"
"Calm down, Harry." Drink your pumpkin juice first.
Sirius Black, godfather of Harry Potter, was making breakfast. Well, he wasn't making it as much as his wand was. You see, Sirius Black was not an ordinary person. He was, in fact, a wizard. One of many. Over the years, wizards had to hide due to a fear of exposure by the muggles (the non-magical community).
A plate of fried eggs and a cup of pumpkin juice spun across the length of the table.
"I'm not hungry." Where's the letter? "
Sirius raised an eyebrow.
"Harry Potter, not hungry? I don't believe it.
"Just give it!"
"Fine. Your owl's got it. "
"Owl?"
"You thought I wouldn't get you a present?"
Harry raced over to the owl cage. Usually their screech owl, Screech, occupies it, but he was away delivering a letter. He ripped the envelope. It read:
Dear Mr. Harry James Potter,
We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all the necessary books and equipment.
The term begins on September 1. We await your letter by no later than July 31st.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall,
Deputy headmistress
"Three sets of plain, black robes; 1 wand; and 1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2). There's only one place we can get all this, Harry.
"Diagon Alley!" Harry yelled in delight.
"Yes, yes, get your cloak." I need to visit Gringotts anyway. We'll take the Flo network. "Come on, don't dawdle. "