Letters Part two

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Closing the door behind him, Harry sighed a sigh of satisfaction. Not only had he flustered his uncle, but he was going to France. Or at least he thought it was France. Madame Maxime's accent sounded french and so did several of the students'.
Harry noticed the last piece of parchment from the Hogwarts envelope. It was an order form of some sort. As he inspected it further, he realized that it was for his robes and books. All the books had been checked off but he needed to put the measurements for his robes. He pulled his trunk out of his closet and pulled one of his robes out of his trunk. He scribbled the numbers down. Then he looked over the rest of it. He noticed at the bottom of the form there was a short paragraph.

Since you were unaware of these changes in your uniform and
course books, Hogwarts will be buying new robes and books. However,
we are not responsible for misordered robes or books.

"That's convenient," Harry said to himself. He smiled up at Hedwig then began filling out his permission slip with his name and birthday. Then it struck him. What if Ron or Hermione didn't go? What would he do? It would be a year and a half before he saw them. Harry finished up the slip and put it in an envelope. He let Hedwig out of her cage and began to tie the letter on.
"Take this to Dumbledore," he said as he opened the window. The sky was completely black now, except for little white specks here and there. Harry sat back down at his desk and began to think what he would do if Hermione and Ron didn't go with him.

Harry awoke to a clicking sound. It took a while to register. He rubbed his eyes a little and sat up. Then he realized it was a beak on his window. He ran over to the window and to his surprise, he saw four owls outside. He opened the window and let them in. Of course, how could he have forgotten? It was his birthday.
He opened his Hogwarts letter first. It had taken them three days to get back to him, that was awfully quick. The letter gave Harry instructions on what to do. He would ride the train to Hogwarts and they would be transported to Beaubatons from there. How? He didn't know. It also said that he would get his books and robes at Hogwarts.
The next was a package from Hermione. A book no doubt, but on top there was a letter. He pulled it off and began to read it.

Dear Harry,
Happy 16th birthday! Hope you enjoy your gift, I believe it
will help you a great deal.
How has your summer been? Did you get a letter from Hogwarts
granting us a year to study abroad? I pray that you did, so that you
and I can go to France together! You remember 4th year when we went
against those two other schools? Beaubatons was one of them, and
(hoping you received the letter) we are going there! By the way, did
you see the new books we are to receive? I have yet to see one book I
have heard of on that list. Although, I do believe they are of a
higher level then ours (but I have not seen our list for Hogwarts and
doubt I will).
Have you heard from Ron? I hope he received the letter as well!
I've got to go (It's really late and I've got to prepare for
Beaubatons).

Love,
Hermione

At least Hermione was going. She hadn't heard from Ron yet, but he was sure he would know when he opened his gift from Ron. Harry opened the box and pulled out a large leather bound book. Its cover was faded to the point where he couldn't read the gold lettering. The binding creaked as he slowly opened the obviously ancient book. The corners were worn from years of flipping and the letters were starting to fade a little.
As Harry looked through it, he realized it was a book on the history of quidditch. There were things from the evolution of the broomstick to Goodwin Kneen; one of the first players of quidditch, to spells used to anti-hex a broom. He looked through it with fascination for a little while, then remembered that he had two other presents to open.
Grabbing the next box on his bed, he pulled the note off. It was Hagrids. He braced himself as he prepared to open the brown wrapped box. For the past four years, he had received dangerous gifts from him. Biting books and the likes of that. Granted they had all been useful, but dangerous all the same.
Harry opened the box turning his head away, bracing himself for the worst.
Nothing happened.
Looking down, Harry saw that there was only a plate of muffins. He carefully poked it and saw that it was fluffy and soft. This scared him. It was fluffy! That was just...wrong. Holding his breath he slowly picked up the muffin. He brought it up close to his face and eyed it curiously. Inspecting it he found little blue spots. Harry assumed they were blueberries. Being brave, he took a big bite, and waited.
Nothing happened.
He chewed it slowly and realized that it was the most amazing tasting muffin ever. They surely couldn't be Hagrids, no way...
Being spooked greatly, he moved into Ron's present. It was wrapped in the same brown paper that Hagrid's was...he didn't want to think about Hagrid's present. Ripping the package open, a piece of parchment and a box fell to the floor. Setting the torn paper on his desk, he bent down to pick up the letter and the box. He set the box on top of the torn paper absent mindedly as he gave the outside envelope a cursory glance.
Harry Potter
Ron's handwriting glared up at him. Slitting it open, he slipped out the letter and unfolded it.

Dear Harry,
Hope you like your present! Happy Sixteenth!
Can't talk much at the moment but I'll see you soon.
Ron

"Can't talk much?" Harry furrowed his brow in thought at what Ron could be up to. Nothing came to mind so he let the thought go and turned to the box on his desk. When he picked it up, it gave a little under his hand. Harry blanched- already spooked and wary because of Hagrid's- oddly- ordinary muffins. His stomach clenched as he grappled with the edges of the box. When he finally got it open, a slithering substance slid out along with two brightly colored boxes. The boxes, Harry recognized immediately as Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans. Harry laughed; Ron knew exactly what he needed. The snakelike substance was a dark shade of black although he could see some gold and red woven through it- Gryffindor colors. To the touch, the body felt like silk, but it was soft and plush. Harry grabbed it up roughly in his hand. It was a scarf- a silk scarf. A note fell out of a fold in the scarf and Harry picked it up.
Mum made it.
Harry laughed as he imagined what Ron would sound like if he was actually saying this sentence.
"He must be going to Beaubatons." Harry concluded as he scanned the beautifully woven scarf. There wouldn't be any other reason for him to give Harry a silk scarf. It would be no use in the winter at Hogwarts.

Harry was practically shoved out of the Dursley's car. As soon as Harry pulled his trunk out of the back, Uncle Vernon sped off without a word. He didn't even give Harry time to shut the trunk. Harry could have cared less though, as he was about to see his friends again.
"Ron, hurry up!"
"But mum, Harry's..." The unmistakable voice groaned. Harry couldn't wait, he ran to get to him.
"Ron!" he shouted, waving one hand in the air while the other tried to control his trolley.
"Harry!" Harry saw a yet even taller, freckled face, fire-haired Ron waving back at him.
Before he could give a second glance at Ron, Mrs. Weasley had turned around and gave him a big hug. After about a minute, Ron pried his mum off Harry and they walked through platform 9 ¾.
"Come on boys, the train's about to leave." Urged Mrs. Weasley as she shoved Harry and Ron towards the train. Ron gave his mum a quick hug and they boarded the train as Harry gave her a fleeting wave.

TBC...

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