Harry Potter was staring out the window of his bedroom with spare time on his hands. The Dursleys had left him mostly to himself except when Petunia needed work done. However today Vernon had barked at him to go to his room while staring up the chimney (which had been mysteriously unboarded). Usually on this day he would be rudely awakened by owls sent by his closest friends, but so far nothing. The last time he had not received anything was in his second year when a house elf stopped them, but Harry was sure that it wasn't the case as he had been receiving letters from Ron and Hermione. Maybe things are worse than I thought Harry thought miserably to himself. Suddenly Hedwig swooped out of nowhere breaking into his reverie, a letter was attached to her foot. It was from Ron. The letter was Short and to the point. So like Ron Harry thought to himself. The letter wrote:
Dear Harry,

I know our probably wondering what took so long for this letter but you'll understand in a little while. When you're done reading this look out your bedroom window in the garden.

Ron