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            My meeting with Dumbledore last month went well.  He accepted my warnings about Voldemort's return, confirmed that Harry Potter would indeed be going to Hogwarts this year, and allowed me to enter the school as a student.  I have spent the last three weeks getting everything ready, and was in my room at "The Three Broomsticks," and was going over my supply list once more to make sure I had everything.

            Robes…got it…hat…got it…dragonhide gloves…got it…have dragonhide as well…hahaha…cloak…got it…books…got them…wand…made it myself… cauldron…got it…crystal phials…got them…telescope…got it…brass scales…got it.  I guess that's it.

            I then packed my trunk, and made sure that my two knives were inside their hidden compartments.  Like my wand, they were made from one of my claws, but I felt that having a non-magical weapon could be helpful if anything were to happen.

            By that time, it was around noon, and I decided to go for a short flight and check on Harry.

            I slowly made my way out of Diagon Alley.  How can these people stand being so crowded!?  Nowhere that I have been has this many people in this little space.  When I finally made it out, I headed out of London, transformed, and flew to where Harry lived with his aunt and uncle.  As I flew over the city, I used an invisibility spell, and hid myself from view.  I soon reached his house, and I landed in front of the door and looked in.  Harry's Uncle had his back to me, so I couldn't hear what he was saying, but I could hear Harry just fine.

            "I need to be at King's Cross tomorrow to – to go to Hogwarts…  Would it be alright if you gave me a lift?"

            I guess he agreed, because Harry's next words were, "Thank you."

            His uncle turned around just as Harry was heading upstairs.  "Funny way to get to a wizards' school, the train.  Magic carpets all got punctures, have they?"

            I was liking the man less and less every time I stopped by.

            "Where is this school, anyway?"

            "I don't know." Harry said.  He then took his ticket out of his pocket, and read, "I just take the train from platform nine and three-quarters at eleven o'clock."

            "Platform what?"

            "Nine and three-quarters."

            "Don't talk rubbish.  There is no platform nine and three-quarters."

            "It's on my ticket."

"Barking.  Howling mad, the lot of them.  You'll see.  All right, we'll take you to King's Cross.  We're going up to London anyway, or I wouldn't bother."

At this, I turned and flew back to London, transformed outside of the city and worked my way back to the Leaky Cauldron, got a drink, and went back to my room, and spent the rest of the afternoon and evening reading some of my school books.

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