AN: This is a really short piece, but don't stress, it gets WAY better.

I know it's been yonks since i updated, sorry!!!

FOURTEEN YEARS LATER:

Harry sat on his bed, cleaning his wand absentmindedly with the Wertle's Wand Wax his friend Ron had sent him for his birthday. An Owl-Grooming Kit (from Hagrid) and a brand new fleece-lined winter cloak (from Hermione) also lay before him on his bed. Harry was deep I thought, wondering about what school would be like now that the Death Eaters were on the loose. Most of the Slytherins surely would be out helping their parents, most of which were in league with Voldemort. Harry was beginning to rub the tip of his wand when a tapping at the window made him look up. Ron's owl Pig was fluttering frantically at the window. Harry leapt up and pulled him inside, tearing the letter from his leg. To Harry's joy, the letter was from Ron.

Dear Harry,

How are you? Are the Dursleys treating you ok? I hope you got my

present. Anyway, that's not really why I wrote. I wanted to know if

you knew anything about you coming here for the holidays. My mum and

dad keep muttering your name and apparating all around the place

together. I have NO idea what's going on, please send me a message

with Pig. Sorry the letter's short, but mum thinks I'm going to

completely fail my NEWTS this year so she's making me study.

PLEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAASE write back, I am sick of Potions revision!

Ron.

Harry folded the letter again and was putting it in his drawer when

he felt a tap on his shoulder. He spun around to see Ron's dad,

Arthur Weasley smiling. He couldn't believe his eyes!

"Harry, I have some wonderful news! You're…