It was the time after the sunrise in Surrey.Not many people where up at this time of day.6:34 AM.However, in Number 4 Privet Drive, a teenager, in a rather futile attempt, was trying to shove some weird-looking robes and textbooks into a trunk.Even though the teenager had developed some muscles from the wide range of chores he'd been doing over the years, he still wasn't strong enough to manage it.And since he couldn't use magic out of school, he'd have to wait for Professor Dumbledore to help him.He figured that he could as well get some more sleep.He was going to need it.
He lay on his bed for what seemed a second.He woke up when he heard a scream.He glanced at his alarm clock.7:56.Crap!He had only 4 minutes to get ready.He tried to stuff his things into his trunk and failed, yet again.He was ready to get out of his bedroom's door when he heard a growl full of rage.'YOU!You freak!Get out of my house.Leave my family alone.' Obviously, Albus Dumbledore had come to pick him up.
'Now, now' The Headmaster said 'I have only come to pick up Harry and leave.I promise Harry and I-'
'Professor!' came a voice from the bottom of the stairs,"I'm glad you could make it'.
'Please, do call me Albus when we aren't at school.'
'Sir, I need some help with my trunk.' said Harry 'Could you help me?'
'Your trunk, Harry?' Dumbledore remarked 'You don't need to pack your things.We'll only be away for a few hours and then come straight back.It's necessary for the wards to work, afterall.
'So, I won't be going to Grimm-The Headquarters, then?' asked Harry.
'You will go to the Headquarters but not now.' the old man said 'I suspect you can't wait to see Mr. Weasly and Ms. Granger, no?'
'Quite a bit,sir' Harry answered 'Quite a bit.'
Let's get going, then.' Dumbledore said 'Grab my hand and we'll go to the Ministry'
People's eyes were following the two new arrivals at the Ministry of Magic.It's not an everyday thing to see Harry Potter and Albus Dumledore walking down the entrance of the Ministry of Magic.
'Mr. Dumbledore, sir, Mr. Potter.Follow me, please.The Department of Inheritance is right this way.' a man with a yellow golf cap said, while pointing at a door camouflaged to look like a wall.
