As usual, when Harry polled down the stairs, Dudley was sitting on his reinforced chair. It had been reinforced by Uncle Vernon, when it had collapsed once when they finished the diet Dudley was on. Harry remembered the day with no fond memories. Dudley went so mad he eat virtually everything in the house that didn't have to be cooked. He even had wanted to eat Hedwig! Harry sighed, it was good when Dudley had to go to hospital, but Vernon and Aunt Petunia had blamed him.
"Pass the butter Potter."
Uncle Vernon had now insisted on calling Harry by his second name, something Harry though was crueler than it sounded. In the hall, Harry heard the letters flop gently onto the floor.
"Get the post Potter."
Harry sighed, and got up, went out into the hall, and picked up the letters. One was for him. He was shocked, last time he ever got a letter was when he was 11. Not forgetting that day when Uncle Vernon stole it, Harry hid it under the carpet, and took the rest in.
***
After eating as fast as he could, Harry walked as calmly as possible into the hall, grabbed the letter from under the carpet, and walked upstairs.
In his bedroom, he opened the window to let the fresh air blow in, and opened his letter.
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Dear Harry, it said
I know I am going to sound obsessed, you've never really spoken to me Harry, but I have a feeling we might just get on, I just wish I was in your house at Hogwarts.
Love you still,
...
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Harry gasped. Someone knew where he actually lived. He didn't like the sound of this person, lieing back on his bed, he wandered what to do...Maybe write to someone...Ron? No, he would just laugh. Sirius? No, this wasn't serious enough. Hermione? Well, she might know...
He grabbed a piece of spare parchment and a quill, and began to write.
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Dear Hermione,
I know this is going to sound stupid, even I think it's stupid, but I have been getting letters from a girl who sounds a bit obsessed with me, I got one from a barn-owl and one through the post. Both signed with '...'. I just wanted to tell someone and thought you would be the best to tell. Please don't tell Ron, he'll just laugh.
Love from,
Harry
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Harry paused as he began to wrap it in ribbon, yes, that sounded about right. Opening Hedwig's cage, he wrapped the letter round her leg. She flew off into the morning sky.
"Pass the butter Potter."
Uncle Vernon had now insisted on calling Harry by his second name, something Harry though was crueler than it sounded. In the hall, Harry heard the letters flop gently onto the floor.
"Get the post Potter."
Harry sighed, and got up, went out into the hall, and picked up the letters. One was for him. He was shocked, last time he ever got a letter was when he was 11. Not forgetting that day when Uncle Vernon stole it, Harry hid it under the carpet, and took the rest in.
***
After eating as fast as he could, Harry walked as calmly as possible into the hall, grabbed the letter from under the carpet, and walked upstairs.
In his bedroom, he opened the window to let the fresh air blow in, and opened his letter.
----
Dear Harry, it said
I know I am going to sound obsessed, you've never really spoken to me Harry, but I have a feeling we might just get on, I just wish I was in your house at Hogwarts.
Love you still,
...
----
Harry gasped. Someone knew where he actually lived. He didn't like the sound of this person, lieing back on his bed, he wandered what to do...Maybe write to someone...Ron? No, he would just laugh. Sirius? No, this wasn't serious enough. Hermione? Well, she might know...
He grabbed a piece of spare parchment and a quill, and began to write.
----
Dear Hermione,
I know this is going to sound stupid, even I think it's stupid, but I have been getting letters from a girl who sounds a bit obsessed with me, I got one from a barn-owl and one through the post. Both signed with '...'. I just wanted to tell someone and thought you would be the best to tell. Please don't tell Ron, he'll just laugh.
Love from,
Harry
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Harry paused as he began to wrap it in ribbon, yes, that sounded about right. Opening Hedwig's cage, he wrapped the letter round her leg. She flew off into the morning sky.