Harry Potter was sitting at his desk, in his room at 4 Privet Drive. It
was the smallest room in the house, and he was running out of space to put
his school things. He was your average 16-year-old boy. (Today is his
birthday, and he already received gifts and cards from all his friends.) He
was a wizard. He himself couldn't believe at first. But when you send a
snake at your cousin, well, you could be tempted to believe anything.
His aunt, Petunia Dursley, was downstairs, cooking a healthy lunch. Dudley had been on his diet for 2 years now. Harry thinks he's lost one of his chins, at the most. Mrs. Dursley, though cooking, had been making frequent trips to the front of the house. She had always spied on the neighbors, and now she was getting new neighbors to spy on. All day long moving trucks had been stopping at the house across the street. As far as Harry could see, it had to have been a wizarding family. There were just too many non-muggle-ish things going in there.
Mrs. Dursley, on the other hand, never mentions this to her family. ("Nothing but ordinary things, dear." She would say to her husband.) Harry found this quite weird. So he wrote to Hermione about it. She told him that it was probably a Disillusionment Charm. (Honestly, you should be reading more, the letter continued to read, after she explained what the spell was.) She also warned him not to say a thing about it to the Muggles. Whatever wizarding family it was, they had a good reason for using the spell. Harry figured the last thing he needed was his aunt knowing that they were wizards. Besides, he figured, he would have someone of his own kind to talk to, outside of the owl post.
A brown owl had just arrived, dropping Harry's Hogwarts letter in front of him, and flying off again. He was beginning to cheer up, he could look forward to getting back to Hogwarts now. But he hadn't figured out how he was going to get his supplies yet. He opened his letter to see what he would need, and another sheet of paper dropped out.
6th years students at Hogwarts are to note that they will be dealing
with exceptionally dangerous animals in their Care of Magical
Creatures classes. Therefore, parental permission needs to be granted
in order to participate. Please have your parent/guardian sign the
following form to be presented to Professor Rubeus Hagrid come first
day of class.
6th years are to also note that the first 50 pages of their Defense
Against the Dark Arts textbook should be read by their first class.
He looked at the permission slip. There was absolutely no way, whatsoever, that his uncle, Vernon Dursley, would even think about signing this form. The other option: sending it to his Godfather, Sirius Black. That was the better option, he decided. He then told himself that he would right a letter to Sirius as soon as possible. That's when he remembered; he no longer had a Godfather. The events of last year flash through his head. Cumpling the premission slip, he threw it accross the room. I should get to on with my homework, he thought to himself. And he would have, if his aunt had not just announced the arrival of new neighbors.
His aunt, Petunia Dursley, was downstairs, cooking a healthy lunch. Dudley had been on his diet for 2 years now. Harry thinks he's lost one of his chins, at the most. Mrs. Dursley, though cooking, had been making frequent trips to the front of the house. She had always spied on the neighbors, and now she was getting new neighbors to spy on. All day long moving trucks had been stopping at the house across the street. As far as Harry could see, it had to have been a wizarding family. There were just too many non-muggle-ish things going in there.
Mrs. Dursley, on the other hand, never mentions this to her family. ("Nothing but ordinary things, dear." She would say to her husband.) Harry found this quite weird. So he wrote to Hermione about it. She told him that it was probably a Disillusionment Charm. (Honestly, you should be reading more, the letter continued to read, after she explained what the spell was.) She also warned him not to say a thing about it to the Muggles. Whatever wizarding family it was, they had a good reason for using the spell. Harry figured the last thing he needed was his aunt knowing that they were wizards. Besides, he figured, he would have someone of his own kind to talk to, outside of the owl post.
A brown owl had just arrived, dropping Harry's Hogwarts letter in front of him, and flying off again. He was beginning to cheer up, he could look forward to getting back to Hogwarts now. But he hadn't figured out how he was going to get his supplies yet. He opened his letter to see what he would need, and another sheet of paper dropped out.
6th years students at Hogwarts are to note that they will be dealing
with exceptionally dangerous animals in their Care of Magical
Creatures classes. Therefore, parental permission needs to be granted
in order to participate. Please have your parent/guardian sign the
following form to be presented to Professor Rubeus Hagrid come first
day of class.
6th years are to also note that the first 50 pages of their Defense
Against the Dark Arts textbook should be read by their first class.
He looked at the permission slip. There was absolutely no way, whatsoever, that his uncle, Vernon Dursley, would even think about signing this form. The other option: sending it to his Godfather, Sirius Black. That was the better option, he decided. He then told himself that he would right a letter to Sirius as soon as possible. That's when he remembered; he no longer had a Godfather. The events of last year flash through his head. Cumpling the premission slip, he threw it accross the room. I should get to on with my homework, he thought to himself. And he would have, if his aunt had not just announced the arrival of new neighbors.