Meanwhile in England...
Harry heard a hooting sound from outside his window. He put down Standard Book of Spells: Grade 6 and walked across his room and opened the window. Hedwig swooped in holding a letter in a shiny blue envelope in her talons. Harry eagerly took it.
Ever since Tidus and the others had returned to Spira they had been sending him countless letters and packages. On his birthday they had sent him an odd-looking fruit. But Harry had eaten it and it had been the best fruit he'd ever had. Tidus and Wakka had also sent him a blitzball so he could practice with it for when he could go to Spira.
Harry opened the envelope. He carefully unfolded the letter. Sure enough it was from Tidus. It said:
Dear Harry,
What's up pal? How are the muggles treating you? Remember; just say the word and we'll be over there with an aeon in five seconds. That'd give them a bit of a shock! Yuna was reading over my shoulder as I was writing this and she just hit me on the head with her staff. Ow... Anyway, there's a huge blitzball tournament in Spira in about a week. All the teams are going to be there! Maybe you could come. Ask those sad excuses for relatives for permission.
We sent letters to Ron and Hermione asking them to come and their parents said yes, so all that we're missing is you! If those creeps say no, then pack your stuff and wait for us tomorrow night. We're getting you out of there no matter what! If they say yes then we'll just come and get you sometime tomorrow. After the tournament you can spend the rest of the summer in Spira with us before we all go back to Hogwarts! Send us a letter after you get permission.
Tidus
A huge grin spread across Harry's face. He could go to Spira for the first time! He punched the air with glee. Suddenly he stopped. He felt like a balloon that had been full of happiness but had gotten a puncture and all of it was leaking out of him.
How the heck was he going to convince Uncle Vernon to let him go to the tournament? Going to the tournament would mean getting rid of Harry a month earlier. But allowing him to go would make Harry happy, something the Dursleys had worked against all his life.
Harry gave a depressed sigh. He'd battled the dark lord on five separate occasions and had escaped unscathed each time. But now he faced his greatest challenge yet. Asking his uncle if he could go to a blitzball tournament to see his friend's team.
