"So." said Petunia in a cross tone. She dragged Harry downstairs by the ear. "So.have you anything to explain?" "Uh." said Harry. By that time, Uncle Vernon came in the room. "Boy," said Vernon, "Last night.someone called. Left a message on the answer machine.Petunia.Lead him over." Petunia brought Harry to the answer machine and it started to play a cold, high voice. "I am coming my preciousss." it said, "I am coming for you, my preciousss." Harry tried to keep himself from laughing. He remembered that when he was 10, he had reading group with his class and they read all three Lord of the Rings. "It's probably just a prank," said Harry. Harry then tried to remember whose voice that was. After a few seconds, one thing came up in his mind- Voldemort! "But that voice sounds awfully.familiar." "Oh," said Uncle Vernon, "How?" "Well, it sounds sort of like.like.Voldemort," said Harry. Voldemort came out in the softest whisper. "Sorry? Can you say that a little louder?" "Voldemort." Uncle Vernon's big, beefy face turned purple. "But-but people of y-your kind don't have t-telephones, d-do they?" said Vernon in fear. "Well, he could've found one anywhere. He could've apparated." said Harry. Vernon chuckled, but in panic. "I'm sorry? What's this ruddy 'apparated' thing about?" said Vernon. "Oh, it's how you-know-whats travel, Vernon," said Aunt Petunia looking up from her magazine. Harry stared at Petunia. Last year she claimed to know what a dementor was, but he had no idea she knew about apparition! "Aunt Petunia.I had no idea." said Harry. "The summer after your no good mother graduated from that-that school," said Aunt Petunia in a nasty temper. "She would talk about this apparition test that she took. The day after that, she would apparate everywhere she wanted to go. It was too bloody annoying." Both Harry and Uncle Vernon looked at Aunt Petunia oddly. Vernon was turning from purple to a creamy white. Harry felt as if Petunia was hiding something from them. "Harry, come here.Vernon, please don't follow us," said Aunt Petunia. She dragged Harry into the old cupboard. "Harry.It's about time I told you that I'm a squib. Well, that's what your mother I never really hated your mother actually." Harry looked at Aunt Petunia. "You didn't?" said Harry. "Never, Harry. Only then, I met your uncle, Vernon. His father didn't want him getting into anything funny because.they're Catholics. Your uncle's grandfather is the Pope. Your uncle was taught that witchcraft is the worst thing ever. I wanted to be like your mother, a witch. Then I met Vernon and I had to pretend to hate your mother. That's why you were brought up this way, Harry. Now, let's get out of here before your uncle gets worried."

Once the argument was over, Harry went upstairs. He decided to finish opening his birthday presents and letters. He went for the letter that said O.W.L.'s on the front in bold, green handwriting.

Dear Mr. Harry Potter,

In this letter are your O.W.L. scores. These will take impact on your future. We do these by letter grade, so we'll tell you what N.E.W.T. classes you'll be taking.

Defense Against the Dark Arts: O Potions: O Charms: O Transfiguration: O Herbology: E Astronomy: A Divination: D Care of Magical Creatures: O

N.E.W.T. classes for 7th year:

Defense Against the Dark Arts Potions Charms Transfiguration Herbology Care of Magical Creatures Astronomy

See you next term,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

Harry stared at his O.W.L.'s in disbelief. He was qualified to be an Auror! Harry jumped up and down. Then, Dudley opened the door. "Mum! Harry's happy!" he said. Aunt Petunia yelled, but Harry knew she didn't mean to. "Shut up, Harry!" she yelled from the bottom of the stairs. Harry stopped jumping and he closed the door in Dudley's face. He went back to his bed and lay down.