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CHAPTER 2
It was now early August. James stretched out on his bed, looking up at the ceiling. Oliver was back from France and he would be outside playing quidditch right now if his parents banned him from playing it all holiday, ever since that club incident a few days ago. It wasn't really his fault. Ben had been asking for it. He didn't even care that he had just come back from the hospital with a broken nose, even though he had to pretend to when his stupid parents had forced him round to apologise.
It was great to have left that stupid muggle primary school. He had tried with fail to explain to the other children that Quidditch was played in the air but they just laughed and ignored him. Science was the most stupid subject he had ever had the misfortune to come across. Why would anyone apart from a brainy old scientist bother spending hours on end trying to understand that the moon revolves around the Earth? James closed his eyes. Through the open window he could hear shouts through the open window. Oliver would soon wish he had never invited Ben round to play quidditch...
There was the gentle sound of flapping wings. James sat up and looked around for the source of the noise. A smart brown owl was perched on his windowsill, a letter in its talons. It stuck out its leg and within seconds, James had ripped of the letter, broke the wax seal and read.
HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First class, Grand Sorc., Chf Warlock,
Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. Of Wizards)
Dear Mr Potter,
We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 10 August.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall Deputy Headmistress
James was grinning from ear to ear as he raced down the stairs, handing the letter to his parents who were in the Kitchen.
"Oh wonderful!" Camilla Potter flung her arms round her son.
"You're going to love it there." Said his father, grinning almost as widely as James.
Sorry about the short chapter, I really couldn't start on the next part without starting a new chapter. Sorry, I'll make up for it in later chapters!!! Keep R&R ing!!! Thankyou so much!
CHAPTER 2
It was now early August. James stretched out on his bed, looking up at the ceiling. Oliver was back from France and he would be outside playing quidditch right now if his parents banned him from playing it all holiday, ever since that club incident a few days ago. It wasn't really his fault. Ben had been asking for it. He didn't even care that he had just come back from the hospital with a broken nose, even though he had to pretend to when his stupid parents had forced him round to apologise.
It was great to have left that stupid muggle primary school. He had tried with fail to explain to the other children that Quidditch was played in the air but they just laughed and ignored him. Science was the most stupid subject he had ever had the misfortune to come across. Why would anyone apart from a brainy old scientist bother spending hours on end trying to understand that the moon revolves around the Earth? James closed his eyes. Through the open window he could hear shouts through the open window. Oliver would soon wish he had never invited Ben round to play quidditch...
There was the gentle sound of flapping wings. James sat up and looked around for the source of the noise. A smart brown owl was perched on his windowsill, a letter in its talons. It stuck out its leg and within seconds, James had ripped of the letter, broke the wax seal and read.
HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First class, Grand Sorc., Chf Warlock,
Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. Of Wizards)
Dear Mr Potter,
We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 10 August.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall Deputy Headmistress
James was grinning from ear to ear as he raced down the stairs, handing the letter to his parents who were in the Kitchen.
"Oh wonderful!" Camilla Potter flung her arms round her son.
"You're going to love it there." Said his father, grinning almost as widely as James.
Sorry about the short chapter, I really couldn't start on the next part without starting a new chapter. Sorry, I'll make up for it in later chapters!!! Keep R&R ing!!! Thankyou so much!