Chapter Three
Harry awoke to find a letter nestled between his right big and middle toe. His name was written across the front of the envelope in ostentatious metallic pale blue gel pen. He opened the envelope and read the contents of the letter inside.
Dear Harry Potter:
My name is Laura and I am your punishment overseer advocate. My job is to make sure you do not die or become injured during the one year period you have been sentenced to on Holly Brush Island. Holly Brush is located 35 south of Grand Cayman. It is so named because there was once a beautiful young wizard that lived upon it. Some say she conjured a forever young potion and is still there today, but there have been no sightings. Legend goes she is very beautiful and tempting. If you do run into her, it might make your visit more enjoyable, but don't even begin to try to use her powers to help you. That's asking for a year on Legan Mountain. Not something you want. Although it's said the lady wizard enjoys the mountain scenery and is probably due for a change. That's enough history lesson. Your sentence is as follows: one year of isolation on Holly Brush Island, Unfortunately, you cannot leave. I lobbied to add the option to make the island escapable; a parole of sorts, the idea was shot down. I'm sorry. Any attempts you make to escape will be foiled. Good luck, Dumbledore sends his regards and the tent. I left a gift in the tent for you. I am sorry about the dreams and the water. And for stealing your underpants, I washed them and used fabric softener; enjoy. I will see you in two weeks. Be Safe
Laura
Harry tossed the letter down and sighed. One year. Inescapable. Underpants. It was too much to comprehend; Harry was going for a swim.