A year has passed since Medea went to Hogwarts. It was almost July and Harry was eager to meet her again. He wanted to hear all of her stories, even though she'd written some of them in her letters, but he wanted to know more.
The day Medea came back, Harry ran over to Mrs Figg's house right after school, running as fast as his legs could carry him. He almost tripped over the fence and barely missed the wall he was running into.
"Medea!" he cried happily. She turned around, surprised to hear a familiar voice. Her eyes widened with delight when she caught sight of Harry. "You're here!" she said. They hugged each other. Then, Medea broke away, looking embarrassed. "I've just unpacked, I'll go finish it now, I'll come to you later." "I want to help!" he said eagerly. Medea gave him a smile then nodded, and gestured him to follow as she went up the stairs.
Harry followed her into her room and gasped. Apart from the big heavy suitcase, which laid open on the floor, a real, live owl was sitting in a cage ruffling its feathers. It had smooth brown feathers and big, reproachful eyes. Medea laughed at his shocked expression and explained, "This is ?. He's been really useful, sending and receiving all my letters." She gave him a affectionate pat on the head. ? hooted happily. "It's thanks to him I've been getting your letters." She said, and pulled out a bunch of envelopes from her suitcase. "I loved your Christmas card! Even though the drawing doesn't really do justice," she pointed to the crooked nose on the portrait Harry had drawn for her, "thanks! It's funny how my friends really believe that I have a little brother!"
Harry uncovered much more other strange things in the suitcase as he helped Medea unpack. He found interesting textbooks, quills ("why don't wizards use pens?"), a box of parchment ("why don't wizards use paper?"), a bag of weird-looking coins ("why don't wizards use normal English currency?") and her Hogwarts uniform ("why don't wizards wear t-shirts instead?") .
Among her clothes, he found a blue and bronze tie. He remembered what Medea had said before: "There are four houses in Hogwarts, and each house has its own colours." Harry turned around and asked Medea, "What house are you in?" She said, "Me? Ravenclaw." "But you said you thought Gryffindor sounded the coolest." "Oh well, I don't get to choose." He was intrigued. "Then how do the teachers know where you belong to?" "You'll know in time. I don't want to ruin the surprise." "But I have to wait for five years!" "Just in case you're worrying, it doesn't hurt. You'll love where you end up in, whether it's your dream house or not."
After unpacking, they went out to the lawn as usual. Harry had wanted to beg Medea to show him the magic she had learnt, but she told him that after being educated at Hogwarts, it meant that she now had control over her powers and couldn't be excused from doing magic outside the wizarding world. Besides, she said, she had left her wand, a nice swishy one, in her room.
Harry was disappointed, but quickly cheered up when Medea handed him a box of Chocolate Frogs. "They're not actually frogs, are they?" he asked uncertainly. He gingerly opened the box and a blur of brown legs jumped out. He screamed. One of the frogs had jumped right into Harry's open mouth. He instinctively chomped a leg off. The rest of the frog escaped out from the window as he chewed on its leg. It really was quite tasty.
Medea told him about her time at Hogwarts, and how they were the best of her life. "There's this really nice teacher who's really tiny, almost like a dwarf, and a kind gamekeeper who's like, the height of three grown men!" All this interesting information made Harry even more envious of her and wanted nothing more than to attend this school himself.