Chapter Two
Remember: I own only my heart, and that's a good thing: it keeps me alive!
This can't be real!" Harry almost screamed. It may have been out of joy, it may have been out of happiness, but either way, Harry was downright shocked.
"There is a possible explanation for everything. Everything can be real," Hermione corrected.
Ron looked at her the way she always looked at him. It was a look that seemed to say, 'Well, you know that isn't true,' or, 'Stop joking around.' "Why do you always have to act so smart, Hermione?" he said. He turned to Harry, who was still trying to figure out the envelope. "Harry, what is it?" Ron asked.
Harry was just speechless. Everything he had just come to except was just proven wrong. All he could do was to hand the letter to Ron and Hermione.
Hermione still stared at Ron. "Well," she said, "What do you mean by that?"
Ron held out a hand to shush her. "No, Hermione," he said, "We aren't talking to you right now."
Hermione snatched the envelope out of their hands. She read it aloud:
Mr. H. Potter
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
IMPORTANT!
"So?" Hermione concluded.
Harry said to her, "It's not that. It's the return address!"
Ron merely shook his head.
However, when Hermione saw the return address, saying:
Lily, James, and Lisa Potter
14568 Cloud Drive
London, England
All three joined together in a contest of staring at the envelope. Finally, Hermione said, "Well…we better open it and read it."
All three nodded. Ron and Hermione let go, and Harry opened it. He read:
Dearest Harry,
We know it has long since become a fact that we have died, and we know this must be a huge shock. We also presume that you will take quite a long time before you open the envelope. We wish we could have found you earlier, and can not believe it took a full thirteen years to find you. That is thirteen wasted years we could have spent with our deastest and best son. Then again, we have only one son and one daughter. Now there is much talk we must have. We must catch you up on the thirteen years you have missed- and that is a lot of catching up! I know, this must seem unreal, but it is as real as my juniper bushes in my backyard. Speaking of which, I must go water them…but back to the topic. We would like for you to come home for Christmas. We would give you all the details later. We also wish to tell you that your twin sister, Lisa, will be joining you at Hogwarts. I hope she will fit in. Did you know that peanut butter fits in very nicely between two salty crackers? Anyway, we all love you very much. Though your mother wrote this, it is from your whole family. Please send an owl soon.
Sincerely,
The Potters
(Excluding you!)
Harry quickly put down the letter, fumbled in his pocket for a quill, bottle of ink, and piece of paper, then hurriedly began writing.
Remember: I own only my heart, and that's a good thing: it keeps me alive!
This can't be real!" Harry almost screamed. It may have been out of joy, it may have been out of happiness, but either way, Harry was downright shocked.
"There is a possible explanation for everything. Everything can be real," Hermione corrected.
Ron looked at her the way she always looked at him. It was a look that seemed to say, 'Well, you know that isn't true,' or, 'Stop joking around.' "Why do you always have to act so smart, Hermione?" he said. He turned to Harry, who was still trying to figure out the envelope. "Harry, what is it?" Ron asked.
Harry was just speechless. Everything he had just come to except was just proven wrong. All he could do was to hand the letter to Ron and Hermione.
Hermione still stared at Ron. "Well," she said, "What do you mean by that?"
Ron held out a hand to shush her. "No, Hermione," he said, "We aren't talking to you right now."
Hermione snatched the envelope out of their hands. She read it aloud:
Mr. H. Potter
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
IMPORTANT!
"So?" Hermione concluded.
Harry said to her, "It's not that. It's the return address!"
Ron merely shook his head.
However, when Hermione saw the return address, saying:
Lily, James, and Lisa Potter
14568 Cloud Drive
London, England
All three joined together in a contest of staring at the envelope. Finally, Hermione said, "Well…we better open it and read it."
All three nodded. Ron and Hermione let go, and Harry opened it. He read:
Dearest Harry,
We know it has long since become a fact that we have died, and we know this must be a huge shock. We also presume that you will take quite a long time before you open the envelope. We wish we could have found you earlier, and can not believe it took a full thirteen years to find you. That is thirteen wasted years we could have spent with our deastest and best son. Then again, we have only one son and one daughter. Now there is much talk we must have. We must catch you up on the thirteen years you have missed- and that is a lot of catching up! I know, this must seem unreal, but it is as real as my juniper bushes in my backyard. Speaking of which, I must go water them…but back to the topic. We would like for you to come home for Christmas. We would give you all the details later. We also wish to tell you that your twin sister, Lisa, will be joining you at Hogwarts. I hope she will fit in. Did you know that peanut butter fits in very nicely between two salty crackers? Anyway, we all love you very much. Though your mother wrote this, it is from your whole family. Please send an owl soon.
Sincerely,
The Potters
(Excluding you!)
Harry quickly put down the letter, fumbled in his pocket for a quill, bottle of ink, and piece of paper, then hurriedly began writing.