Well, here's the next chapter and I hope anyone who reads it likes it. Thank you to Honigdrache for reviewing. Hopefully more people can review this timebecause I know that more than one person saw the last chapter so please read and review andtell me if there's anything that I need to work on or change!

Disclaimer- I donot own harry Potter or any of tis characters. They are all owned by J. K. Rowling but i do own those characters, which you don't recognize.

A week had passed since Harry's outburst. He had stayed in his room for the most part and hadn't come out unless it was to go to the bathroom or to take a quick walk. No one would bring him any food so Harry had to resort to stealing it from the kitchen when no one was watching. Harry was bored to say the least but he didn't feel like doing anything. He would have gone to hang out with his friends but he and Anna were still on sour terms so he ruled that out.

On this particular day, it was scorching hot. Harry had even opened up all his windows in hope that maybe a bit of a breeze would come through but nothing happened. The air conditioning wasn't even on because Uncle Vernon was complaining about how it cost too much money.

Harry stared at the ceiling as he heard the grandfather clock downstairs strike three o'clock. DING. DING. DING. Out of nowhere, he heard a loud POP and a shriek followed. He shot out of bed and ran downstairs to see what had happened.

When he got to the living room where the rest of his family was, he almost burst out in laughter at the scene before him. Dudley was cowering behind the couch shaking with fear, while Aunt Petunia was standing on the couch behind Uncle Vernon who was pointing an umbrella at a tall, stern old woman wearing a black pointed hat and black glasses.

"Put that umbrella down, would you?" she barked.

"Who-who the ruddy hell are you?" asked Uncle Vernon, who was now purple in the face.

She sternly looked at him through her glasses and elegantly sat down on a chair behind her. "I shall assume that you invited me to sit down." She pushed her glasses up her nose and said, "My name in Minerva McGonagall and I am the Headmistress of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

"That's what it's called?" asked Harry who was standing by the entrance to the room.

The woman's eyes widened and her glasses almost fell off. "Bless my soul…if it isn't Harry Potter. I heard rumors but I had to verify them for myself."

Aunt Petunia who had stepped off the couch clutched her husband's arm and said, "What. Do. You. Want?"

She merely ignored this question as she looked at Harry with a small smile on her face. "Mr. Potter, please take a seat." She pulled out a stick and with a wave, she transfigured the glass table in the middle of the room into a wicker chair. Aunt Petunia gasped as Uncle Vernon's face steadily became a plum color. Dudley gave out a girlish squeal and ran out of the room. Harry stared at the woman in awe. "Mr. Potter, chairs are made for sitting so I suggest you take a seat." Harry sat down wordlessly and looked at the woman again. She looked as though she could be kind when she wanted to but there was also some sort of fierceness behind her eyes that Harry couldn't identify. "It's been quite a while since I've seen you. You were just a baby then so you couldn't possibly remember." Harry looked at the woman wide eyed.

"Anyways, I suppose that you are wondering why I am here."

"He's not going," snapped Aunt Petunia.

"Going where?" asked Harry.

"He will be going," replied the lady. "His learning has been put off far too long and with what happened last week-

"You know what I did?" asked Harry.

"Why of course I do, Mr. Potter. That is precisely why I am here."

"We will not pay for Harry to go to some school where they teach magic tricks and…"

"What the children learn at Hogwarts is not a loud of rubbish, thank you very much. He needs to learn to harness the power he has. If he doesn't then it could potentially endanger his life. One more thing, Harry had plenty of money to pay for his schooling. James and Lily Potter were not poor people at the time of their deaths."

"This is utter rubbish," yelled Uncle Vernon. "We promised that we would raise this boy to be normal!"

"Yes and I must say that you've both done a rather poor job of it," she replied. Harry snorted at the statement.

Uncle Vernon glared at the lady then turned to his wife. "Petunia, you deal with this. You know far more about any of this than I do." Then he stormed out of the room.

Aunt Petunia sank into the couch she had been standing on previously and put her head in her hands. She lifted her head back up to stare at the old woman. Slowly she said, "You were deputy Headmistress when Lily went to school, weren't you?" Minerva nodded. "I remember it from Lily's letter and Harry's letter now that I think about it."

"That's what was in that letter?" asked Harry who had been quiet the entire time.

"It was your letter of acceptance into Hogwarts. Your name has been on the list since you were born, Harry."

"Then err...Mrs. McGonagall-

"Professor McGonagall, please."

"Right, Professor McGonagall why didn't anyone come to get me before this?"

She frowned at Harry and said, "We got a letter saying that you did not want to attend."

Harry glared at his aunt who was watching them with a frown. "I never saw the bloody letter. How could I have replied?"

"I didn't want you to go!" yelled Aunt Petunia, frowning even more which was very unbecoming on her face.

"Why not?" asked Harry. "Because it would have made me different from the rest of you?"

Aunt Petunia marched over to Harry and pointed a finger at him. "You are the last relative left on my side of the family. Do you think that I would let you learn the exact thing that killed your parents?"

"So they didn't die in a car crash."

Aunt Petunia laughed. "Car crash…no they didn't. Got themselves killed by a lunatic," she spat.

"The same lunatic who happens to be terrorizing people all over Britain at this very moment," said Professor McGonagall.

"What?"

"You read the muggle news, don't you? The mass murders occurring all over Britain is the work of the exact same wizard who killed Harry's parents."

"He's still alive?" asked Aunt Petunia with a horrified expression on her face. Professor McGonagall nodded. "And you still expect me to let him go to your school." She nodded again. "Are you bloody mad?"

"Mrs. Dursley, Hogwarts is the most protected place in Britain at the moment. Hogwarts is the safest place for Harry apart from your house."

"My house? What do you mean my…" Aunt Petunia's eyes widened with realization as her lips formed an "O".

"I think it would benefit everyone if Harry came and studied at Hogwarts." She turned to Harry who was a bit confused and said, "Well, Mr. Potter would you like to study at Hogwarts?" Harry looked at his aunt then back at Professor McGonagall and nodded. "Splendid!" she beamed at him and took off her hat. She put her hand in it and pulled out a letter, which she handed to Harry. "All the information you need to know about Hogwarts is in there. Term begins on September 1st. Should you need any information on how to get your school supplies, you should contact Hermione Granger, a student in your year. Her address is in that letter."

"Oh, I know her," replied Harry. "I jus saw her last week, actually."

"That's wonderful, Mr. Potter." She stood up and motioned for Harry to stand up. After she stood up, she pulled out her stick, which Harry assumed was a wand, and with a flick transfigured the chair back into a glass table. "Well, I'll see you at Hogwarts, Mr. Potter." She looked at Aunt Petunia whose face was devoid of all emotion and said, "Mrs. Dursley." Then with POP, she vanished.

A few seconds later, Harry muttered, "Bloody hell."

"I suppose you're happy now," said Aunt Petunia.

"Yes, I actually am."

She turned her nose in the air and walked past him. "Don't let me bother you then." Harry stared at his aunt as she walked past him.

He looked down at the letter in his hands and slowly opened it up. It read:

Dear Mr. Potter,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on September 1. We look forward to seeing you there.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall,

Headmistress

Harry grinned at the letter and stuffed it in his pocket as he raced outside to find Eric, Sam, and Anna. He knew that they wouldn't be too happy with them but no matter what they would always be his friends. They knew how much he hated it here and how much he wanted to find his family. They would never stop him from doing that. He couldn't tell them about magic of course. Just that he had been accepted into the school that his parents went to, which was a boarding school. The worst that could happen was that they became angry with him for leaving so soon. Harry smiled as he continued running.