Chapter Two: O.W.L Results

Harry scrambled up knowing exactly what it was.

He open the envelope and read it.

It said:

"Dear Mr. Potter,

We thank you so much for have gone to Hogwarts for five whole years! I'm sure you've had a wonderful time. The results came back and here are yours. Best wishes, Mr. Potter.

Charms: E

Herbology: E

Defense Against the Dark Arts: O

Potions: E

Care of Magical Creatures: E

Astronomy: E

Transfiguration: E

Divination: E

Sincerely,

Minevera McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress"

Harry gaped it at. It was impossible. An "O" and the rest "E"s?

"Maybe it is a mistake..." Harry told himself aloud, "But they use magic to correct it, I'll bet..."

Harry sighed, wondering if he had really done that well.

"YES" A voice inside his head insisted, "This is your paper..."

A smaller owl came through the window.

"Hi Pig!" Harry said, taking off the envelope attached to his leg.

Harry read it:

"Harry,

I just got back O.W.L results! Hermione said she won't tell hers yet. I got this:

Charms: A

Herbology: A

Defense Against the Dark Arts: A

Potions: D

Care of Magical Creatures: A

Astronomy: D

Transfiguration: A

Divination: D

It's horrible, isn't it? THREE D'S!!! And Five A's! Mum'll kill me. I haven't shown her yet. Said it was a surprise. This year Ginny has to take them. And we take nothing! But next year we have N.E.W.T.s! Awful.

Try to get Hermione to tell you what she got. Then tell me. I'll do the same.

Ron"

Harry grinned. He felt extremely happy, but didn't want Ron to feel unhappy, so he wrote back:

"Ron,

You did good! I got:

Charms: E

Herbology: E

Defense Against the Dark Arts: O

Potions: E

Care of Magical Creatures: E

Astronomy: E

Transfiguration: E

Divination: E

And sure I'll try to get Hermione to tell. I'll bet she got something bad if she's keeping it from us.

And you didn't do horrible! I'll bet Malfoy got all T's...and of course Crabbe and Goyle did!

Harry"

Harry sent it back with Pig, sighing like crazy.

"O.W.L.s are complicated" He said.

The door opened.

"Hello, Harry" Aunt Petunia said.

Harry spun around expecting her to scream and yell and punish him for some reason or another...

"I'm sorry about what your Uncle said. He has no idea..."

"It's fine" Harry cut in, "I expected it"

"You shouldn't have to expect that stuff" Aunt Petunia said guiltily.

"Oh, it's fine" Harry lied.

"But it isn't" Aunt Petunia said shrilly, "You've been living hell for almost fifteen years!"

"It could be worse" Harry reminded her, "It may seem like hell to me now...and like here nobody gives a damn about me, but it's home"

Aunt Petunia let a tear slide down her cheek.

"I...I suppose" She said, "But Vernon and I will be nicer...we promise"

Harry felt happy.

"Why...why are you being so nice now?"

"Because when I was your age I lived hell" She said, "Way worse then this"

"How?"

"Because of your mother" Aunt Petunia replied with a furious frown.