The Letter
Harry was staring out the window. He couldn't get Sam out of his head. Who was she? She was obviously a witch, otherwise how would she know to call Uncle Vernon a muggle? How did she even know he was a muggle? Well, he didn't really seem like a wizard. It was definitely strange. The reason that Harry was staring out the window was to see if the dance group came back, but very few people had been near Privet Drive that didn't live on it. Around that time, Harry saw an owl flying towards him, for a second he thought it was Ron's, but when he noticed the owl was flying in a straight line he knew it wasn't. He moved to the side as the owl flew in through the window. He took the letter and saw it was his Hogwarts letter. He was surprised, he usually didn't get the letter for a while. The owl helped itself to some of Hedwigs food. Harry scanned the list of things he needed for the school year as well as some other things included. He laid the things down on his desk then picked up the envelope to throw it away, as he was moving across the room something he didn't notice before fell out. He looked in the envelope to see if there was anything else in it, but there wasn't anything. Slowly Harry reached down to pick up what hap fallen out. He opened the folded paper and it read as such:
Dear Harry,
Hello Harry, hope your Aunt and Uncle are treating you all right. We would like you to join us in the manor next week. We sent you you're Hogwarts letter early this year so that we could send you this letter. The Order of the Phoenix is going to meet, and as I said before we would like you to come. Mr. Weasley and Ron will be coming to pick you up at 7 pm on Monday of next week, we have arranged for an owl to send a message to your guardians, but you'd better tell them as well, if memory serves they won't be very open to owls… See you on Monday!
ALBUS DUMBLEDOREHarry smiled more wide than he had in a long time. He would be leaving the Dursley's early, something he loved doing. Monday was way, way to far away. Hogwarts! The school seemed so welcoming. Thinking about the school Harry realized something. He ran back to the letter and looked hard. Finally he found what he was looking for.
The new defense against the dark arts teacher will be Professor Mark Fictin.
Mark Fictin, huh? Well Harry hoped he would be better than the last DDA teacher was. All Harry knew at the moment was that Monday was too far away.
