Title: Just 1 little Change...
Disclaimer: Harry isn't mine, isn't it sad!
A/N This chapter is totally forced out, I have major writers block!! AHHH! That is why it took me so long, sorry. If this chapter isn't very interesting, sorry. Oh and I need advise (I love advise!) do you think Harry should be friends with Draco? I'm not sure if they should, but I want them to be, Draco is my favorite character!
Chapter 5
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Harry sat in the kitchen, leaning on the rickety table and stuffing himself. Harry ate rather a lot, but was still rather short and very skinny for his age. After he was done eating, he just sat there, wondering what he should do, he was incredibly bored, in fact so bored his thoughts were boring! As he sat there, wondering what to do, Mrs. Bradshaw came in, handing Harry a letter.
Harry sat up straight, very surprised. No one had ever mailed him something. After all, to put it bluntly, he had no friends and didn't belong to any clubs or something.
Harry studied the envelope. It was made out of thick, yellowish paper and had no exchange address. There was only his address written on the paper in emerald ink. Well this is for me all right, Harry thought, a little sarcastically. The address said in loopy, long handwriting,
Mr. H. Potter
The smallest room on the far left
15 Privet Drive
Little Whinging
Surrey
Harry, very curious now, turned the envelope around, looking for anything that might tell him who sent it. The letter was sealed in wax with a coat of arms. It showed a badger, lion, eagle, and snake surrounding an H. Finally Harry could not stand it any longer, he ripped open the letter. There was 3 pieces of paper in it. Harry picked up the biggest and most formal looking one and started to read it.
Dear Mr. Potter,
We are pleased to inform you that you
have been accepted at Hogwarts School of
Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed
a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins September 1. We await your owl no
later than July 31.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall,
(Deputy Headmistress) and
Albus Dumbledore
(Headmaster)
Harry stood there, gaping at the letter. Finally he pulled himself together.
"Er, Mrs. Bradshaw?" Harry hesitantly said "Could you look at this letter for a minute, I'm not sure if it's a joke or not."
Mrs. Bradshaw looked confused but walked over and picked up the note. Harry watched her read. Her face went from confusion, to wonder, to confusion again, then to suspicion in less then 2 minutes. If Harry didn't feel exactly the same, he would of thought this was very funny. Mrs. Bradshaw looked at him for a while, then said slowly,
"Well that would explain why your face healed I guess, but we need more proof, after all, how do you send things by owl, and how do you get to this school? Is there anymore information?"
Harry quickly picked up the second sheet and read it out loud. This one seemed to be written specifically to him.
Dear Harry Potter,
I know you are very confused and probably very doubtful about everything right now, so I will try to explain some things as well as providing some evidence this is true. Fist of all, the owl you should use to send me back a reply is on your back porch. If this is true and it lets you tie on a letter, that is pretty good evidence, is it not? Also I am sure you have done magic when you are angry or dreading something, have you not? (Remember Dudley and the plates?) I hope this is enough evidence to let you know we are telling the truth.
Now, to get your supplies and go to school, you will have to follow these directions. Go to London and find the street called Parkway. There, in between a book and record shop you will find a small shop called the Leaky Cauldron. Your Muggle (Non-wizard) parent may not see it at once, point it out to her though and she will eventually see it. Go in and there waiting for you will be Professor Quirrel. You will know it is him by his stutter and scared attitude. The professor will show you and Mrs. Bradshaw around. Oh and if people look at you funny or know your name, don't worry about it, just talk to them and get on your way. Once you get to the school I will tell you why they know you.
Once you get this letter, please send back a date and time that you want to shop. I will be awaiting your reply with much anticipation!
Sincerely,
Albus Dumbledore
Harry looked at Mrs. Bradshaw questionably, he believed it was true, or at least he wanted it to be true. Imagine, magic, no Dudley, friends, the possibilities were endless! Still, this couldn't be true, he couldn't really be a wizard, it was a mistake, an awful joke, It had to be!
Mrs. Bradshaw though, seemed to believe it.
"Harry" She said "You did throw Dudley into plates without touching him, what else could do that but magic?"
Harry wanted to believe her, he really did, but what if she was wrong, he couldn't bare this to be a joke! Finally he spoke "If there is an owl outside waiting for us and it lets us put a letter on its leg, then I will believe it and go, ok?"
Mrs. Bradshaw smiled, "That's a good idea Harry."
Harry slowly walked towards the back door, then opened it, even more slowly.
There, sitting on the porch, was an owl. Harry smiled and even laughed out loud. Carefully he picked up the little bird and brought it inside. He examined it as Mrs. Bradshaw wrote back to Dumbledore. The owl was snowy white with some brown streaks here and there. It let him pet his glossy feathers and Harry smiled happily. Suddenly he remembered the last note in the envelope. He ran over and picked it up eagerly. It was a list of supplies. Harry scanned through it, words popping out at him, cauldron, robes, witch hat, WAND! Harry, very exited now, read the whole thing and paid especially close attention to the bottom line. HE read 'YOU MAY BRING AN OWL, CAT or TOAD.' Harry knew exactly what he would get, a snowy owl, just like this one. He smiled and petted the glossy white feathers again, then attached the note Mrs. Bradshaw handed him onto its leg and watched it fly off soaring magnificently through the air, wings silent. Harry stood there, marveling. Soon he would be learning MAGIC!
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Harry lay in bed, wide-awake, thinking hard. He was a wizard, wasn't he? After all, he healed his face and made Dudley crash into plates, didn't he? That had to have been magic! 'But, said another voice in his head, 'You cant be a wizard, if you were you would have many friends, never be beaten by Dudley and have a perfect life wouldn't you?' 'And anyway, said the pestering little voice, 'all wizards are old men wearing pointy hats and long white beards, I cant be one of those, can I?' 'Who ever heard of wizard kids?' 'Lame excuse.' Said the other voice. Harry sighed, knowing he must be stressed if he had little voices in his head arguing...
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A/N: Ok, so how did I do? I didn't put anyone to sleep did I? I really do need some help, I have writers black and I need ideas! That's why this chapter was so short, sorry. Do you think Harry should be friends with Draco? Who would be his enemy then? Hard decision. Does anyone actually read these A/N's anyway/ I really wonder sometimes. Well anyway, thanks for the reviews, I have 29! 29, can you belive it??!!! Wow! Thanks! R&R!!!!! And yes you can flame me if you must, I would rather have someone give me ideas though.
Disclaimer: Harry isn't mine, isn't it sad!
A/N This chapter is totally forced out, I have major writers block!! AHHH! That is why it took me so long, sorry. If this chapter isn't very interesting, sorry. Oh and I need advise (I love advise!) do you think Harry should be friends with Draco? I'm not sure if they should, but I want them to be, Draco is my favorite character!
Chapter 5
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Harry sat in the kitchen, leaning on the rickety table and stuffing himself. Harry ate rather a lot, but was still rather short and very skinny for his age. After he was done eating, he just sat there, wondering what he should do, he was incredibly bored, in fact so bored his thoughts were boring! As he sat there, wondering what to do, Mrs. Bradshaw came in, handing Harry a letter.
Harry sat up straight, very surprised. No one had ever mailed him something. After all, to put it bluntly, he had no friends and didn't belong to any clubs or something.
Harry studied the envelope. It was made out of thick, yellowish paper and had no exchange address. There was only his address written on the paper in emerald ink. Well this is for me all right, Harry thought, a little sarcastically. The address said in loopy, long handwriting,
Mr. H. Potter
The smallest room on the far left
15 Privet Drive
Little Whinging
Surrey
Harry, very curious now, turned the envelope around, looking for anything that might tell him who sent it. The letter was sealed in wax with a coat of arms. It showed a badger, lion, eagle, and snake surrounding an H. Finally Harry could not stand it any longer, he ripped open the letter. There was 3 pieces of paper in it. Harry picked up the biggest and most formal looking one and started to read it.
Dear Mr. Potter,
We are pleased to inform you that you
have been accepted at Hogwarts School of
Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed
a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins September 1. We await your owl no
later than July 31.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall,
(Deputy Headmistress) and
Albus Dumbledore
(Headmaster)
Harry stood there, gaping at the letter. Finally he pulled himself together.
"Er, Mrs. Bradshaw?" Harry hesitantly said "Could you look at this letter for a minute, I'm not sure if it's a joke or not."
Mrs. Bradshaw looked confused but walked over and picked up the note. Harry watched her read. Her face went from confusion, to wonder, to confusion again, then to suspicion in less then 2 minutes. If Harry didn't feel exactly the same, he would of thought this was very funny. Mrs. Bradshaw looked at him for a while, then said slowly,
"Well that would explain why your face healed I guess, but we need more proof, after all, how do you send things by owl, and how do you get to this school? Is there anymore information?"
Harry quickly picked up the second sheet and read it out loud. This one seemed to be written specifically to him.
Dear Harry Potter,
I know you are very confused and probably very doubtful about everything right now, so I will try to explain some things as well as providing some evidence this is true. Fist of all, the owl you should use to send me back a reply is on your back porch. If this is true and it lets you tie on a letter, that is pretty good evidence, is it not? Also I am sure you have done magic when you are angry or dreading something, have you not? (Remember Dudley and the plates?) I hope this is enough evidence to let you know we are telling the truth.
Now, to get your supplies and go to school, you will have to follow these directions. Go to London and find the street called Parkway. There, in between a book and record shop you will find a small shop called the Leaky Cauldron. Your Muggle (Non-wizard) parent may not see it at once, point it out to her though and she will eventually see it. Go in and there waiting for you will be Professor Quirrel. You will know it is him by his stutter and scared attitude. The professor will show you and Mrs. Bradshaw around. Oh and if people look at you funny or know your name, don't worry about it, just talk to them and get on your way. Once you get to the school I will tell you why they know you.
Once you get this letter, please send back a date and time that you want to shop. I will be awaiting your reply with much anticipation!
Sincerely,
Albus Dumbledore
Harry looked at Mrs. Bradshaw questionably, he believed it was true, or at least he wanted it to be true. Imagine, magic, no Dudley, friends, the possibilities were endless! Still, this couldn't be true, he couldn't really be a wizard, it was a mistake, an awful joke, It had to be!
Mrs. Bradshaw though, seemed to believe it.
"Harry" She said "You did throw Dudley into plates without touching him, what else could do that but magic?"
Harry wanted to believe her, he really did, but what if she was wrong, he couldn't bare this to be a joke! Finally he spoke "If there is an owl outside waiting for us and it lets us put a letter on its leg, then I will believe it and go, ok?"
Mrs. Bradshaw smiled, "That's a good idea Harry."
Harry slowly walked towards the back door, then opened it, even more slowly.
There, sitting on the porch, was an owl. Harry smiled and even laughed out loud. Carefully he picked up the little bird and brought it inside. He examined it as Mrs. Bradshaw wrote back to Dumbledore. The owl was snowy white with some brown streaks here and there. It let him pet his glossy feathers and Harry smiled happily. Suddenly he remembered the last note in the envelope. He ran over and picked it up eagerly. It was a list of supplies. Harry scanned through it, words popping out at him, cauldron, robes, witch hat, WAND! Harry, very exited now, read the whole thing and paid especially close attention to the bottom line. HE read 'YOU MAY BRING AN OWL, CAT or TOAD.' Harry knew exactly what he would get, a snowy owl, just like this one. He smiled and petted the glossy white feathers again, then attached the note Mrs. Bradshaw handed him onto its leg and watched it fly off soaring magnificently through the air, wings silent. Harry stood there, marveling. Soon he would be learning MAGIC!
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Harry lay in bed, wide-awake, thinking hard. He was a wizard, wasn't he? After all, he healed his face and made Dudley crash into plates, didn't he? That had to have been magic! 'But, said another voice in his head, 'You cant be a wizard, if you were you would have many friends, never be beaten by Dudley and have a perfect life wouldn't you?' 'And anyway, said the pestering little voice, 'all wizards are old men wearing pointy hats and long white beards, I cant be one of those, can I?' 'Who ever heard of wizard kids?' 'Lame excuse.' Said the other voice. Harry sighed, knowing he must be stressed if he had little voices in his head arguing...
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A/N: Ok, so how did I do? I didn't put anyone to sleep did I? I really do need some help, I have writers black and I need ideas! That's why this chapter was so short, sorry. Do you think Harry should be friends with Draco? Who would be his enemy then? Hard decision. Does anyone actually read these A/N's anyway/ I really wonder sometimes. Well anyway, thanks for the reviews, I have 29! 29, can you belive it??!!! Wow! Thanks! R&R!!!!! And yes you can flame me if you must, I would rather have someone give me ideas though.