New story. Just wanted to get the first chapter up before the new book comes out. I cutting it pretty close, only about nine hours left until HBP. This chapter's pretty short, just to begin. The next chapter will be longer, but it won't be up for a while, 'cause I'll be reading HBP and I'm leaving for vacation.

This takes place after Book 5, and the rating is for future chapters.

DISCLAIMER: I think we all realize that no fan fiction authors own Harry or anything else from the books. And honestly, who is really going to sue us if we say we do? But anything that isn't from the HP books IS mine, unless otherwise noted.

Now on with the story.

Harry Potter was not happy.

In fact, he was quite the opposite. In the past few months he had been deceived, neglected, and mistreated. On top of all that, he had witnessed the death of his godfather, one of the closest people to him. Now he was stuck back at his aunt and uncle's house at number 4 Privet Drive, his only contact to the wizarding world was a letter sent by owl post every three days. All things considered, he was understandably pissed off.

But to his friends, his anger was not so understandable. Every three days he would write them short letters, usually something like, "I'm fine, whats going on with the Order, when can I leave? Harry." The response was just as descriptive: "We can't say whats going on at the Order, don't be upset, try to cheer up. We''ll see you soon." These responses were about as useful to Harry as sack of charcoal. He had bee getting replies like this ever since he returned from school. Now, over a month later, he was still at Privet Drive and hadn't seen any Order members.

Though his friends were trying to make him feel better by writing, Harry found that the letters did more harm than help. They would mention Sirius, Harry's godfather, and try to make him feel better. It wasn't your fault, don't blame yourself, he's in a better place. Harry had grown so tired of reading the same replies that he had gotten into the habit of throwing his letters away as soon as he received them, not even bothering to open them.

Hedwig returned from hunting and Harry scribbled his usually reply onto some parchment and tied it to her leg. "Take this to the Order." She hooted and flew off to London, leaving Harry by himself.

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When Harry woke the next morning, Hedwig had already returned with more letters. As he glanced at the handwriting on each one, he threw out the replies from Hermione, Ron, and Lupin. As he picked up his copy of Quidditch Through the Ages and began to read, he noticed another letter he had missed. It was smaller than the other three had been, and was a vivid emerald green. The handwriting on the address was completely unfamiliar. He was about to throw it away, but his curiosity got the best of him.

Mr. Potter,

This letter is to inform you that due to your outstanding magical performance you have been accepted to Veneficus Schola. This school is only for the most gifted magic users, and to be accepted is a great honor. The term starts on the thirtieth of August, and means of transportation will be met from the hours of 10 o'clock to noon on the morning prior. All books and materials will be provided upon your arrival. We look forward to having you as a student.

The signature was loopy and the letters overlapped each other, making it impossible for Harry to read. Veneficus Schola, Harry thought to himself, why haven't i ever heard of it? He reread the letter. If it's such a great honor, why hasn't anyone ever mentioned it? And why did i get the letter? Wouldn't someone like Hermione be more suited for this place?

"Where did this come from?" He asked Hedwig. The owl just hooted as if to say 'I have no idea.'

The idea of writing to the Order and asking them about the school crossed his mind, but was immediately dismissed. He knew their response would be vague. The only way to real answers would be to talk to them in person, when they couldn't dodge any of questions.

But how am I going to see them? He thought, though he already knew the answer. If he didn't write to the Order every three days, they would come to Privet Drive to check on him. And that would be Harry's chance to ask them.

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