Harry stares at wonderment at the letter in front of him.
It was no ordinary letter.
Well….
It WAS just an ordinary letter.
But that meant that for Harry Potter of Hogwarts School Of Witch Craft and Wizardry.
It arrived only an hour ago.
By mail.
In the mail slot at Number 4 Privet Drive.
It had many stamps on it. Not as many on it as his last letter that he received the year previous, but it had three small little American Flags on it, symbolizing that it came from America.
His uncle was baffled at it when it came in the mail, quickly turning purple whilst demanding to know who 'in bloody hell' could Harry know all the way across the Atlantic.
Harry looked at who at sent it.
In the top left corner it had on word.
Chuck.
Obviously this 'Chuck' fellow had much confidence for his letter to get there.
After Breakfast Harry went up to his room, cradling the letter in his palms.
"Who in the bloody hell is Chuck?" Certainly no one from Hogwarts.
He slowly opened the letter, to see that three pieces of paper had fallen out.
On the first two it looked like the boy had sent all of his drafts to his letter, which was Thus Follows:
Dearest Mr. Harry Potter,
I would like to start out by saying that your books have inspired me to fight the forces of evil that are currently hiding behind my beer in the fridge. I'm sure by the year 2036 they will be vanquished.
Harry stopped there. "'Books?' 'evil in his fridge?' what the hell?"
But, as the books move on I would like to add a few words of advice…DROP THE ASAIN DUDE! THEY ARE NO GOOD!
Also! You should be careful of Ron and Hermione…I think that after Dumbledore died that they became closer than ever. That Chapter made me cry man…
"WHAT? DUMBLEDORE'S NOT DEAD?" Harry yelled to himself, slightly shaking, not even able to imagine a world with out the head master. Harry noticed that there were small little blotch spots on the paper where it looked like Chuck had been crying while writing that part. Harry continued on.
I wish that I was a wizard dude…Flying brooms are cool. They make you fly and stuff.
I feel for you though man…with your Godfather dying and stuff…my pet rock died on me last week.
Well! I just wanted wish you luck on your journeys this year looking for the Hore-what-its…I don't know what they're called…but good luck with stopping Voldemort or whatever! DON'T DIE! GO BACK TO JENNY! note: thats right…I spelled Ginny's name wrong.
Have a Happy 17th Birthday Fictional dude!
With love,
Chuckers.
….Harry stared at the letter in his hands, waiting for it all to sink in. "Sirius…dies…?"
Harry looks at the bottom of the letter 'Happy 17th Birthday Fictional dude!'
"Is this…About…the future?"
"AM I A FRIEKING FICTIONAL CHARACTER?"
Harry sat enraged about that…It's utterly preposterous!' He thought He looked down at his hands. "That guys must be on SOMETHING cause….this letter makes no since….I'm only 15! Anyways….God…this hurts my head…" Harry crumples the letter and tossing it under his bed. And walks down stairs to sit under the bush outside the living room to listen to the news. "That had to have been Malfoy." He mumbled. "Only he would play sick jokes like that."
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Okay...first harry potter fic! HOW WAS IT? REVIEW!
Just to tell you...Chuck is my stoner character. Background of what happed: Chuck read harry potter and thought he was a real person and decieded to write to him.
and thats it...
Completely random.
You can blame my friend bird chan...she saw harry potter last ngiht and wont shut up about making me think of weird things like SO..
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later!