Harry read Dumbledore's letter slowly, trying to take in what was written. Surly he must be mistaken because Dumbledore wouldn't joke about something this serious, it wouldn't make sense. He re-read the letter several more times not knowing what to make of it.
*If what is said here is true, then how come I have never known before now?* But wait. No one had known until now, not even Dumbledore.
This was mad. It couldn't be true.
'But it is' He says to himself softly. Well, he would just have to wait and see for himself.
Harry looked back at the letter and stared at the last words:
On Thursday, about lunch time. Good luck Harry,
Yours sincerely, Dumbledore.
He put the letter aside and lay his head down onto his pillow and shut his eyes, knowing sleep would be impossible now.
*Thursday-Lunchtime*