CHAPTER 2

I didn't know what to say. I wondered who this secret person was. And if he/she even went to Hogwarts. I decided I should write he/she back. It took me awhile to figure out what to write but I finally decided on this:

You,

Yes, you can continue writing me. I was both startled and flattered by your letter. It still irks me not to know who you are. Tell me a bit about yourself so I can maybe guess who you are. Just tell me some small things like hobbies and favorites. Also your gender would help me too. But I must be off now. Today is my cousin Dudley's birthday and I'm supposed to clean the house for my Aunt while they go to the Amusement Park.

-Harry

PS: I will be at my friend Ron Weasley's for the remainder of the summer starting on Saturday, so you will have to send your letters there.

After I sent the owl on it's way I lay on my bed thinking of the mysterious writer. I could not think of anyone who could be writing me.

For the remainder of the day I stayed in my room thinking of the writer. The letter puzzled me. The only person I could think of that I hated at Hogwarts was Malfoy. Ha! What a laugh. Malfoy writing me? I shake my head in slight amusement. But there must be someone else…

"Ow!" I yell. I snap my eyes open from my deep slumber and feel sharp nips at my fingers. It turns out that my mysterious writer has written me again. I untie the letter and offer the owl a drink of water from Hedwigs cage. The owl hoots thankfully.

My fingers tremble slightly in anticipation of what the letter says. I unfold it and read:

Harry,

I'm so glad you are letting me continue writing you. I cannot tell you about my looks because they would be a dead giveaway of who I really am. But bear in mind that I'm not ugly looking. I have been told many a time that I am quite attractive. I hope you don't think I'm conceited now because I'm actually quite vain about my looks. But I am in Slytherin house. All that I am asking is that you don't judge me based on my house and all of the stereotypical things said about us. Not all Slytherins are bad. I am also a guy. I'm sorry I failed to mention that in my last letter. I also hope you are not homophobic because that would really defeat the whole purpose of my letter if you catch my drift. My favorite color is green and my favorite class is Defense Against The Dark Arts or maybe potions. My hobbies include painting, writing poetry, and quittich. I'm also an avid shopper. It's actually I think my favorite thing to do. I 'm not the most interesting of people I'm sorry. I spend most of my time at the manor with my mother and father or hanging out with my friends.

Well, I must be off now. My breakfast should be ready any minute and I'm famished. Ta-Ta,

-Me

I was astonished at the letter. So, he was in Slytherin? Of course that explained my feelings toward him. I didn't mind of his gender. I had known I was bisexual since the summer after fifth year. So that was no problem in itself.

I pondered the letter a couple more moments before I decide to go downstairs to get some breakfast. When I reached the kitchen I saw Aunt Petunia sitting at the table reading a book. She didn't even acknowledge my presence. I went to the cupboard and grabbed out an apple. Deciding I wanted to get out of there as soon as possible I made a glass of milk and left.

As I was walking back up the staircase I remembered that I was going to Ron's house later today. I smiled and continued on my way. I ate my breakfast and thought that I should pack all my belongings.

It took me until noon to have all of my things in my trunk. I needed to find my cauldron, books, wand, clothes, and my quills and parchment. When I was done I heard the footsteps of my uncle coming.

"Boy"

I fumble with the latch of my trunk and lock it just as he comes in.

" Are you ready to go?"

I nod.

"Good. The sooner I get you out of my house, the better,"

I just stand there looking at my feet.

"Do you know how they're getting here?" he asks, obviously remembering the last time the Weasley's came to get me. They had blown up the Dursley's fireplace.

I hold back a grin. "I think their flooing,"

My uncle turns purple. "Their whating?"

"Flooing. You know, through the fireplace," I say innocently.

My Uncle catches on and goes an even darker shade of puce. He turns on heel and practically runs from the room, no doubt to unblock the fireplace.

I chuckle. I can't wait until they get here.

It was then that I realize I haven't wrote my mystery writer yet. I go to sit at my desk and ponder what to write:

You,

I now understand what you said about us not having the best of relationships. You being in Slytherin and all. But I promise I will try to overlook that little fact. I'm not homophobic. I'm actually bisexual. I found out I was in fifth year. I guess to be fair I should tell you a little about myself too. My favorite color is red. My favorite class is also Defense Against The Dark Arts. Are you in any of my classes? And my hobbies are Quittich (I'm on the house team), listening to music, and just hanging out with my best friends Ron and Hermione. Do you really live on a manor? Your family must be filthy rich. I live with my aunt and uncle over the summer. Their muggles so they don't really like me because I guess magic scares them. Sorry this isn't very long or interesting but Ron is supposed to be here any minute. I can't wait to go to his house. The Weasleys are the only family I have so it should be good fun. Another thing before I go, do you have a name that I can call you? It would be nice…

-Harry

I thought that looked good and tied the letter to Amity. Amity gave a hoot and took off into the bright summer sky.

" AARRGG!" I jump in fright. It takes me a moment to realize that it's the cry of my uncle…I grin…Ron must be here.

Mkay so ends chapter 2. I really hope you guys like it! My first fanfic so I'm kinda nervous about posting. I've had a account for like a year and a half or something like that and I've always been too scared to post my own stories!… well please review! I do accept constructive criticism but please don't flame me. Thanks!

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