The Many Invitations

The next few weeks with the Dursley's where horrible. The only thing that he could think about was the letter he received from the anonymous admirer. He read it over and over to try and figure out who might have sent it. In fact, he read it so much he may have memorized it. The same words kept popping up in his head, "I love you".

He thought of the possibilities; it could be Hermione. But he doubted that, they where best friends, like brother and sister. It would be too weird. Another possibility could be Luna Lovegood. Though they had only known each other for a small period of time. Besides, she seemed more interested in Ron. Cho Chang? No. She had a new boyfriend now, Michael Corner. Anyway, after Valentine's Day he had the feeling that she hated Harry.

But who could it be? Just as that thought came so did a tiny Pigwedgeon. He fluttered clumsily then dropped on the desk. Harry reached for the letter with a smile. It read:

Harry, Mom and dad say that they are going to have the "advance guard" pick you up soon. What's up with you? Ginny's been acting very strange lately. I think it's because she broke up with Dean Thomas. Anyway, we know this is hard for you, but we want you to come to the noble house. Write back as soon as you can. Hope the muggles are treating you okay. Ron

A sharp pain shot through Harry's heart. Thinking of Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place was painful. Harry put the letter down and took out a small piece of parchment from his drawer. But before he could start to write another owl swooped in on Harry. It was a huge barn owl that Harry knew must be from Hermione because of the neat handwriting on the envelope. Harry opened the letter and read it:

Dear Harry, How are you? Mrs. Weasley says that she will have some one come and get you very soon. I can't wait to see you. We know that this is a hard topic for you, but we want you to come to number twelve. Hope to see you there. To bad Viktor isn't here.
With love,
Hermione

Harry's stomach dropped at the site of the words "Number Twelve". His godfather has been a very touchy topic since what happened. He often dreamt about it. The whole tragedy would repeat over and over in his head like a broken record. The same words, "he is not dead" playing in his ears. His heart pounding, Harry reached in his drawer for another piece of parchment. But before he could even reach for his quill, yet another owl whooshed past Harry and onto his bed. Harry looked at it, and in an instant he realized it was from Hagrid by the untidy scrawl. This one read:

Harry, How are things going with the muggles? I hope everything is o.k. With what happened an all. Sorrey. Ill see u later bie.

From,
Hagrid P.s. come to number 12 if yu can when u get here we can have a big cup of tea. and some cauldren cakes. Bie then.

Although Harry was very hurt he couldn't help but think that it was typical of Hagrid to think of food at a time like this. Sometimes he didn't know weather to be mad at him or just start laughing. Harry let out a weak smile that was an amazing difference to what the look on his face had been for the past month, a look of torment and anger. He shook off the thought of Hagrid and started to write back to his friends on each of them he wrote the same thing, which was:

Dear Ron, It's okay, ill be there. See you soon

Harry

Harry wrote it on three separate sheets of parchment, and then sent them out on the owl from which they came. He knew that if it hadn't of been for his friends and the Order, he would never go back to Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place. But he had to, it's for the Order. There still was the anonymous love letter. Who could have sent it?

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