Dumbledore's Reply
Still dumfounded, Harry opened his door and headed to the kitchen to give the letter to its rightful owner, no matter how much he told himself not to. "I don't care what that ruddy headmaster told you, Harry doesn't have to stay here!" Bellowed Harry's Uncle from the kitchen. No even taking notice that he was there, Uncle Vernon continued to yell. "Um..excuse me. Aunt P-petunia? A letter came for you." With that, his Aunt snatched the post from Harry's hand.
Mrs. Dursely read the letter over and over again, still unsure if she comprehended its contents. Was it true? Was she really supposed to be the new Defense teacher? But she wasn't even qualified! She had never been taught witchcraft! She still didn't believe it, but she proceeded to write back. "Give me your bloody owl and let me write a letter to that crackpot Headmaster of yours."
Harry couldn't refuse, so he got Hedwig as fast as he could. He wanted to actually have dinner tonight. He got a piece of parchament and a quill and went to the kitchen. "Here you are Aunt Petunia," Harry hesitated. Still confused, Aunt Petunia wrote her letter to Professor Dumbledore.
Professor Dumbledore-
I think you've made a mistake in asking me to be the Defense Against the Dark Arts. I know nothing about magic and have no real desire to. I DON'T EVEN KNOW MAGIC! HOW DO YOU EXPECT ME TO TEACH IT TO BLOODY KIDS?1?!
Never yours,
Petunia Dursley.
Mrs. Dursley had no intentions of revealing this to Mrs. Dursley, she didn't know how he'd react. She'd just like to see Dumbledore's letter. He probably wouldn't even write back, she thought. Probably to appalled to say anything to her. And she liked it that way.
Harry was still confused about the whole situation, but could think of nothing but 11 o'clock tonight and what Ron had in store for him. He'd do anything to get out of this prison. He'd definitely be gone before Dumbledore even had a chance to reply. Or at least he thought he would.
Harry then retreated back to his lonely room, basking in the loneliness with his school trunk. He gazed at Hedwig's empty cage and his stomach sank. What if she wasn't back before he left for Rons? Before he had time to think about the subject any further, Hedwig came hooting back into the window with a letter attached to her leg. Probably the same letter that his Aunt had attached, he thought. Dumbledore was probably on a mission for the Order and didn't want to be bothered. Curious, he opened it up. To his amazement, it was a letter back from Dumbledore.
Dear Mrs. Petunia Dursley,
I realize that you haven't had any magical training, yet at this point you seem to be the only candidate for the job. All you have to do is come to the school early, and I will teach you everything you need to know. Although I'm sorry to say on such short notice that you must come today. Bring Harry with you and go into your kitchen. Grasp your kitchen faucet and you will be transported to my office at Hogwarts. See you soon!
Sincerely Yours,
Dumbledore
Still dumfounded, Harry opened his door and headed to the kitchen to give the letter to its rightful owner, no matter how much he told himself not to. "I don't care what that ruddy headmaster told you, Harry doesn't have to stay here!" Bellowed Harry's Uncle from the kitchen. No even taking notice that he was there, Uncle Vernon continued to yell. "Um..excuse me. Aunt P-petunia? A letter came for you." With that, his Aunt snatched the post from Harry's hand.
Mrs. Dursely read the letter over and over again, still unsure if she comprehended its contents. Was it true? Was she really supposed to be the new Defense teacher? But she wasn't even qualified! She had never been taught witchcraft! She still didn't believe it, but she proceeded to write back. "Give me your bloody owl and let me write a letter to that crackpot Headmaster of yours."
Harry couldn't refuse, so he got Hedwig as fast as he could. He wanted to actually have dinner tonight. He got a piece of parchament and a quill and went to the kitchen. "Here you are Aunt Petunia," Harry hesitated. Still confused, Aunt Petunia wrote her letter to Professor Dumbledore.
Professor Dumbledore-
I think you've made a mistake in asking me to be the Defense Against the Dark Arts. I know nothing about magic and have no real desire to. I DON'T EVEN KNOW MAGIC! HOW DO YOU EXPECT ME TO TEACH IT TO BLOODY KIDS?1?!
Never yours,
Petunia Dursley.
Mrs. Dursley had no intentions of revealing this to Mrs. Dursley, she didn't know how he'd react. She'd just like to see Dumbledore's letter. He probably wouldn't even write back, she thought. Probably to appalled to say anything to her. And she liked it that way.
Harry was still confused about the whole situation, but could think of nothing but 11 o'clock tonight and what Ron had in store for him. He'd do anything to get out of this prison. He'd definitely be gone before Dumbledore even had a chance to reply. Or at least he thought he would.
Harry then retreated back to his lonely room, basking in the loneliness with his school trunk. He gazed at Hedwig's empty cage and his stomach sank. What if she wasn't back before he left for Rons? Before he had time to think about the subject any further, Hedwig came hooting back into the window with a letter attached to her leg. Probably the same letter that his Aunt had attached, he thought. Dumbledore was probably on a mission for the Order and didn't want to be bothered. Curious, he opened it up. To his amazement, it was a letter back from Dumbledore.
Dear Mrs. Petunia Dursley,
I realize that you haven't had any magical training, yet at this point you seem to be the only candidate for the job. All you have to do is come to the school early, and I will teach you everything you need to know. Although I'm sorry to say on such short notice that you must come today. Bring Harry with you and go into your kitchen. Grasp your kitchen faucet and you will be transported to my office at Hogwarts. See you soon!
Sincerely Yours,
Dumbledore