Hey guys. Sorry it's been taking so long for me to update. I've been busy with school and stuff. It's not much of an excuse, but I want to make it clear that I will only write when I want to, and that fanfiction shouldn't feel like a chore.

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Professor McGonagall was nervous, to say the least. She was going over to a magic-hating muggle home to meet a boy who defeated one of the greatest wizards of all time, and invite him to go to a school to learn magic, while not knowing that magic is real.

Yeah, she was nervous.

She was wearing muggle clothes, which she felt quite silly in, but she knew that it would make the situation worse to arrive in witch's robes when Harry knew nothing about their world.

"Diela" McGonagall whispered while flicking her wand. A set of numbers showing the time hovered in the air. 11:48. She was supposed to arrive at the Dursley's house at noon, but she was planning on apparating (Did I spell that correctly?) a few minuets early, just to make sure her timing was exactly right. She liked to be exactly punctual.

All right, I'm ready to go.

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Meanwhile, in the home of number four, Privet Drive, Harry Potter was not thinking about his meeting with the professor. In fact, he wasn't thinking of anything besides the oil paint he was working on.

Harry had been up most of the night working with the paint, figuring out good techniques to use on his canvas, which he was not going to paint on until he was positive he would be happy with his work.

Harry was so focused on his painting that he didn't even hear the doorbell ring, or Aunt Petunia greeting the Professor from the boarding school.

Meanwhile, downstairs, Professor McGonagall was looking at Petunia Dursley for the first time in almost ten years.

"Hello," She greeted, shaking the woman's hand. "I'm Professor McGonagall from Hogwarts. I'm here to talk to Harry."

"Oh, of course. Come in. I'm Petunia Dursley." Mrs. Dursley led the professor to the lounge. "Please have a seat. Can I get you anything to drink? Tea? Coffee?"

"No, I'm fine. May I please see Harry?"

Petunia paused. "Actually, before I do that, can I confirm that you can help Harry with the…problems he has when he gets angry?"

Professor McGonagall nodded. "Of course I can. These things that happen are just occurrences of accidental magic. Harry has not yet learned how to control his power, so his emotions can trigger the magic inside him that wants to come out. At Hogwarts, he will be taught how to concentrate and focus his magic away from his emotions. It should no longer happen after his first year, except on rare occasions."

Aunt Petunia gave a delighted smile. By the end of the year she and her family would no longer have to worry about the red eyes. "Thank you, I'll go get Harry now."

She left the room, leaving Professor McGonagall a moment to think quietly on the couch. He must be powerful, she thought, to cause such a concern about his accidental magic. Or he has no control over his emotions. Most likely both.

But all these thoughts faded as the boy entered the room. His face was blank, as if he had no emotion at all. Perhaps this was what he was like when he was nervous.

"Hello Harry. My name is Professor McGonagall." She shook his hand as he replied, "Harry Potter. Nice to meet you." She suddenly pulled her hand away in shock. The boy's voice had no emotion.

None.

At all.

"Sorry." He apologized. But he didn't sound sorry; he didn't sound much like anything.

"No, I'm sorry Mr. Potter. Please sit down, we have much to talk about." He sat on the opposite side of the couch, slightly turned to face toward her.

The professor thought for a moment. Better just get straight to the point. "Well, I believe the first thing I need to tell you, is that you're a wizard." She looked up at his face, hoping for any sort of reaction. No luck. She continued on. "The school you've been invited to is called Hogwarts. There you can learn to understand and control your magic. I believe your Aunt mentioned that you have performed some accidental magic at times when you've become angry."

She got a reaction, but not the type she was hoping for. His face hardened to a glare, and he stared straight into her eyes. "If that's what magic is, then I don't want to learn it."

She was shocked. What sort of accidental magic had he done that would make him hate the idea so much? "Mr. Potter, I understand that you've had some problems with magic, but I can assure you that you would love magic once you learned it properly. Would you care for a demonstration?"

Harry nodded silently, half anticipating her eyes to change color and lighting things on fire while grinning evilly. Instead, she got out a wooden stick, which he was guessing was a magic wand, and muttered a few unrecognizable words while pointing at the coffee table.

Before his eyes, the table shifted into a dog, which barked a few times and panted, before turning back to normal.

"See, that was magic, and nothing bad happened. That's the sort of thing you will learn at Hogwarts, but you'll start off smaller, like turning matches into needles and such."

Harry nodded. "Will I learn how to control the bad magic?"

Professor McGonagall smiled. "Yes, of course. By the end of the year, accidental magic won't be a problem anymore, except on very rare occasions, and in a few years it won't be a problem at all."

Harry imagined it; a life without having to worry about being attacked by the red eyes, or accidentally hurting other people. He liked the thought.

"My parents," he asked. "Were they magical too?"

Professor McGonagall nodded. "Yes, your mother was a very smart witch, and very brave too. And your father excels in fighting the dark arts."

Harry noticed that McGonagall said 'your mother was' when referring to his mum, and 'your father excels' when mentioning his dad. He had never really thought about his parents, as he had lived with the Dursleys his whole life. It never occurred to him that his father was still alive.

Instead of asking more about his parents, he started on a new topic.

"What sort of school supplies will I need for Hogwarts?" Harry asked. "Actually, all the school supplies are in your letter. Oh, I've forgotten to give it to you, haven't I?" Professor McGonagall handed him a yellowish envelope with a seal that had an H on it.

Harry pulled out the letter inside and read:

HOGWARTS SCHOOL

of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,

Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Mr. Potter,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted

at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please

find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no

later than July 31.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

Harry then looked at the next sheet with all his school supplies. "Where do I find all this? And will it be very expensive?" he asked.

"This can all be found at a magical part of London called Diagon Alley. I will escort you there tomorrow. And you don't need to worry about expenses; your family has a large vault a Gringotts, the wizard bank. All the money you need is right there."

Harry noticed that for the second time Professor McGonagall had worded her sentences as if to state that Harry's family was still alive. I don't care, he told himself, they obviously don't want me if they left me here.

"Do you have any other questions?" McGonagall asked him.

"No."

She still couldn't get over his voice. "Well, alright, then I shall see you tomorrow. Does eleven o' clock sound alright?" Harry nodded. "Good day Mr. Potter."

Professor McGonagall said goodbye to Mrs. Dursley, and left, eager to tell the impatient people at Hogwarts all about this boy.

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James Potter sat in the Headmaster's office, tapping his hand impatiently on the chair. The same group of people who were there when Harry's letter was sent were here again, along with Snape, who seemed to think their excitement over Harry was amusing and childish.

"He's just a boy," he had said. "And he's going to be just as arrogant and airheaded as his father." Remus and Flitwick had to hold James and Sirius back to keep them from hexing Snape. They were stuck in a body-bind curse until they promised not to attack, much to the enjoyment of the potions professor.

After an hour, the flames in the fireplace turned green, and Minerva McGonagall stepped out, a look of shock and confusion on her face. She was immediately assaulted with questions.

"What does he look like?"

"Is he funny?"

"Is he just as airheaded as his father?"

"Was he surprised?"

"Did he seem smart?"

"He's awesome, right?"

"SILENCE!" Professor Dumbledore said, using the Sonorus charm. Everyone got quiet and moved away from her. "Thank you. Now, Minerva, please tell us all about your visit with Mr. Potter."

McGonagall was quiet for a moment, thinking. "I was shocked. I just got so frustrated while talking to Harry; it crossed my mind more than once to slap him!" All at once, everyone started talking again.

"What do you mean you wanted to slap him?"

"Was he rude?"

"What made you get frustrated?"

"Was he an annoying little brat like Potter?"

It was McGonagall that used the sonorus charm this time. "QUIET EVERYONE"

Again the room fell into silence. "Please tell us exactly what happened, Minerva." Dumbledore asked again.

Turning to face the group, she told them all about her meeting with Harry. "Petunia was there to greet me first, and before she went to go get him, she had me assure her that his accidental magic would stop. I told her that it would, and she led me to the sitting room. I was thinking that he must have a lot of power or couldn't control his emotions, if they were that worried. But then he came into the room, and he didn't seem nervous or excited or anything. He was totally emotionless. I assumed this was just what he was like when he was nervous.

"I introduced myself, and he told me his name. I was so surprised when he spoke. His voice was…empty, like he had never had any emotions before. I decided to be blunt, I don't know why; I just thought that it might prove that he can be surprised too. The first thing I said was "you're a wizard." He didn't even blink! I told him that his Aunt seemed concerned about his accidental magic, and he glared at me! He told me that if that was magic, then he didn't want to learn."

The group was silent. What had he done that would make him hate magic so much?

"I assured him that the magic he will learn would not be bad or dangerous, and answered some other questions he had, and then we agreed to go to Diagon Alley tomorrow at eleven o' clock. But I don't know if I can last another meeting with him! I was so frustrated. His lack of emotion just made me upset!"

Again they were silent. Why was he like this? Did something bad happen? What was wrong with Harry Potter?

So there's chapter 3. Finally finished. I don't know why, but I had a hard time writing this chapter, and I haven't been in the mood to write. But don't worry! I promise you that the next chapter will come soon. You will not have to wait nearly as long as you did for this one!

Also, do you know any good tips for memorizing a monologue for drama class? If so please tell me!

Lastly, would anyone be willing to beta my story? I'm sure it could be a lot better if I had others to proof read it.

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