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Chapter 2: The Letter Chapter
"Chapter 2: The Letters…" Anastasia, Wei and Lisa C got a puzzle look so Terry explain.
"He must talking the letter that get you into Hogwarts," Terry said. The three nodded in understanding.
It was about an hour after Lisa had fallen asleep on his shoulder that Harry decided it was time to wake the girl from her comfortable sleep.
Susan and Daphne had that uncomfortable feeling again.
He slowly closed the book, it was already half way finished.
No one was surprise that Harry finish that quickly.
One of the benefits of having eidetic memory was that he only had to skim over the pages and he would still remember everything in it with more clarity than someone who had read the same book twelve times.
Hermione and Lisa T look super jealous of that.
Placing the book off to the side, he shifted a bit so he could place a hand on Lisa's shoulder and gently shake her awake.
"Lisa," he called out softly. not only because they were in a library and the librarian would not appreciate loud noises, but also out of reflex. The human mind was a strange and wondrous thing, and one of things he had discovered about it was the instinctive reactions they made people do when placed in a certain situation. The perfect example being how someone would speak softly to a person they were trying to wake, despite the fact that it a very contradictory action.
Hermione scribble everything down, making her friends look at her in amusement.
"Lisa, time to wake up."
"Mmm…" Lisa mumble and turn her head to bury her face further into Harry's shoulder.
"How cute!"
"Mum!"
"Five more minutes, mum…"
Harry sighed, this girl really was quite difficult.
"That she is," Anastasia said in amusement, ignoring the look her daughter sent her.
"First off," he started, his voice now a bit louder as he overcame his own instinctive reaction towards people when they slept. "I am not your mum. Second, it's starting to get late, and I doubt your real mum would approve of you being out when it get's dark."
"I wouldn't," Anastasia said, agreeing with Harry. Lisa C roll her eyes.
His words seemed to have an effect on the girl as she began to slowly stir. Lisa took her head off his shoulders and blinked tiredly at him. "Harry?" she asked, moving her hands up to rub her eyes. After a moment, she brought them back down and looked at him a bit more clearly, then she look around the library and blink.
"Oh…it looks like I fell asleep." she said, sounding surprised. She then cast a glance at Harry and a sly look suddenly came to her face. "Or it could have been that book of yours. It was so boring it put me to sleep."
"Right, like he read it to you," Daphne said sarcastically.
"Considering I didn't read to you, and you were reading another book entirely, I doubt that's the case." Harry replied dryly. With a shake of his head he grabbed the book and stood up. "Anyways," he continued, "it's getting late so we should probably head back home."
"Yeah, I suppose you're right," Lisa said, standing up as well. She look around for a second, before spotting the book she had been reading, it was laying on the ground, presumably having dropped down there when she sat up.
"Speaking of that book…" the mother turn to her daughter with a dark look, "We'll talk about what else you had when we get back home."
Lisa gulp, but nodded, not stupid to argue with her own mom.
Leaning down, the girl picked it up, before following Harry to return her book and leave the library.
"Harry?" Lisa started once they got outside. The boy in question looked over at Lisa and raised an eyebrow when she saw her looking down at her feet. There was a very small red tint on her cheeks, and every now and then her eyes would move up to look at him, only to move back down towards where her sandaled toes were making patterns on the concrete. It was a very shy look, and one she only gave him when she wanted to ask him something, but was embarrassed to do so.
"Like Susan when the attention is on her," Hannah said. Everyone turn to Susan, who got her cheeks redden at the attention.
"Will you…walkmehome?" she started out strong, but finished in a rush, hurried voice. In spite of that, Harry made out her words just fine.
"Doesn't he always walk you home?" Anastasia ask in amusement. Lisa C response was only a blush on her cheeks.
"Don't I always walk you home?" he asked, frowning at the girl in genuine confusion.
Anastasia only chuckle in amusement along with the others.
This was not the first time she had acted like this around him. In complete contradiction to her usually confident demeanor, the girl would, every now and then, act like this.
Anastasia sent a teasing look to her daughter, causing her to blush once again.
Harry wasn't quite what to make of it, it wasn't like there was a book to help male's understand the female mind after all.
"Wish their was," Neville said, with Terry nodding in agreement.
"Well, yes, you do," Lisa muttered, the redness in her cheeks spreading to encompass more of her face.
Just like now, much to her mother's amusement.
"It's just…I wasn't sure if you would want to today…" she trailed off, and Harry raised an eyebrow, before shaking his head.
"Come on," Harry said, hesitating for just a second before grabbing his friend's hand. Lisa looked up at Harry to see him offering the slightest of smiles.
"I like it when he's smiling," Lisa C said. There were nods of agreement.
"I walk you home."
Lisa offer him a brilliant smile, and together the two of them walk towards the girl's home.
Lisa home was not that far from Harry's own residence at number four Privet Drive. Indeed, the girl only lived several blocks away from him, and it was between his own place and the library.
"Which I'm glad of," Lisa C said with a smile. Because of that, Harry visits more.
It was just another reason his friend's shyness at asking him to walk her home confused him. Her house was on the way to his, therefore they were both required to go the same way. Why wouldn't he walk her home?
Blaise shook his head at this. Harry really need to learn more about women. Otherwise, his sisters will eat him alive.
Really, sometimes this girl was so confusing.
"Girls can be confusing," Terry said. Terry flinch when saw the glares of the women. And they can be scary to.
His friends house was much different than the one he resides in. It was large, a story house with red brick tiling on the roof. Unlike his relatives home, which was clean and kept to the point of looking sterile, Lisa's house looked, alive, for lack of a better term.
"Better than plain and stale," Lisa C said. There were many nods in agreement.
At the very front of the house Harry spotted several rose bushes, none of which had the perfectly trimmed symmetrical look that Aunt Petunia prided about hers. The driveway in front of the garage possessed many chalk drawings that Lisa had made last week, something that would give Uncle Vernon a fit.
"That man don't know the meaning of fun," Lisa C grumbled. She met the man before and still couldn't believe Harry is related to him. Reading this story is making her hate the fatso.
There were many smaller details to the house as well, little touches that just gave the house a more 'lived in' feel.
"Definitely better than the Dursleys," Hannah commented. Those people are too plain and cruel.
When they got to the front and knocked the door, a beautiful woman with the same brown hair and brown eyes as Lisa opened it. The woman, Anastasia, was Lisa's mother, and looked very much like what Harry assumed his friend would eventually look like when she grew up.
Anastasia giggle and Lisa C blush heavily.
"Lisa, Harry," Anastasia greeted them both with a smile and her daughter with a hug. "Did you two have fun at the library?"
"Of course," said Lisa, before Harry interrupting her.
"She fell asleep."
"Oh my, she did?" asked Anastasia, giggling behind her hand when she saw her daughter's face turn red.
Just like now when everyone laugh at her expense. Though Tracey gave a glance that says 'I know how you feel.'
As the young girl cast a glare at her friend, Anastasia cast her own knowing look at Harry, complete with a knowing smile and mischievous eyes. "And I imagine she decided to use you as a pillow, yes?"
Lisa's red face took on the same shade of a tomato, while Harry just nodded. "Indeed."
"Tattle tale," Lisa C muttered, still heavily blushing. Most of them laugh or chuckled at that.
"Mum!" Lisa whined in an accusing tone as her mother giggled some more. She buried her now completely red faced, embarrassed.
Exactly what is happening now with the two Crawfts. Tracey patted Lisa C shoulder and said, "Don't worry. You're not the only one who gets embarrassed by him."
"I don't see what what the big deal is," Harry stated, his head tilting slightly. "You fall asleep on me all the time. In fact, if I'm not mistaken, I believe the first time I ever came to your house for dinner you fell asleep on me the couch while we were watching a movie, Fantasia, I believe."
The magic users are wide eyes again and then turn to the two non magical females.
"How did you not know he had Eidetic Memory?" Blaise asked in bewilderment. Any wizard or witch with half a brain could figure it out, if they knew what it was. Lisa C and Anastasia blush and rubbed their heads sheepishly.
"We honestly didn't pay attention," Anastasia said. Now that she thought about it, it was obvious that Harry have Eidetic Memory.
That had been the most, interesting experience for Harry, to say the least. Aside from the simple fact that it had been the first time he had ever been over to's someone house that did not involve lawn mowing or cleaning, it had also been his first real experience with what it was going to be like being friends with Lisa.
Lisa C and Anastasia smile softly at that. Anastasia remember the time when Harry was just a cute little boy while Lisa C remember the time the spent together at her home together. It was the most fun time in her life and also the most embarrassing one since her mother took a picture of them sleeping with each other. She was blushing so madly that she felt all the blood go up in her head.
It had been a month or two after Lisa had truly become his his friend, that is to say, after he decided that he did in fact like Lisa, and stopped trying to push her away.
Anastasia shook her head in amusement. Her daughter is quite stubborn when it comes to certain things.
She had invited him over to dinner and he had accepted.
Dinner at the Crawft's was much different than dinner at the Dursley's. When he ate with his relatives they were always walking on eggshells around him, especially during dinner. Conversation was sparse, with very little in the way of eye contact. Indeed, it was almost as if his relatives were afraid to look him in the eyes for fear that he might be capable delving inside of them and learning their deepest, darkest secrets.
"Are they that paranoid?" Anastasia said in disbelief. Even if such thing was possible, she doubt that Harry could learn that. Also, she doubt that anyone that truly knows them wouldn't want to look into those minds.
Daphne narrow her eyes in thought, "Someone must've read their minds before. Maybe Dumbledore did."
Which of course is ridiculous. Aside from his ability to discern a person's motives and personality through through their facial expressions and body language,
"I wonder what he thinks of us," Hannah said in a curious tone. The others is curious about that as well.
"I wonder if he could read Daphne facial structure," Tracey said. Daphne don't show her mood ever since her mother's death, so she wonder if Harry could read her.
Harry had no other ability that would come close into delving into the human mind. As far as he knew, such a thing was impossible.
"YES!" Tracey cheered, making everyone jump, "He doesn't know something, finally! I can't wait to use that as blackmail!" she grinned evilly, but Lisa T burst her bubble.
"Tracey, you do realize that Harry didn't know much about the wizard society at the time and lived with those monsters for years and would say those exact words, except for the monster part?" Lisa T said slowly, like explaining it to a child. Tracey pouted at that. Why did Lisa T had to ruin her fun?
Not to say that there wasn't a way, just that if it existed, he did not know of it.
"And there you go," Lisa T said, making Tracey pout even more. Stupid Ravenclaw.
It was something Harry plan on studying later on when he get the chance.
In direct contradiction to dinner with the Dursley's, the Crawft family was quite lively. Unlike like meal times with his…relatives, dinner with Lisa's family was filled with conversation and laughter. They would talk about anything and everything, and it was obvious to any who ever dined with the family that they actually cared about what the other members of their family had to say. If Harry were honest with himself, he would admit that he appreciate their antics. It was, in his opinion, how a family should act.
"Yes it is," Anastasia, Susan, and Daphne said with a firm nod. Daphne is thinking about how her family use to be and had to hold back tears so she won't show emotions.
"Not you too!" Lisa groaned, her voice muffled by the fact that her face was stilled buried in her hands. More laughter sprang from her mother and Lisa peeled her index and middle finger apart just enough to reveal a single eye, which glared at the woman who gave birth to her.
"I still don't see what the problem is," Harry shook his head.
Lisa C shook her head at that along with Tracey and Hannah. How could he not see what the problem was?
"You don't see what the-" Lisa cut herself off mid sentence and finally pried both hands away from her face to cast Harry an incredulous look. "Harry, they have an entire wall dedicated to the pictures they took took of us…of me…I mean…of you and I…" she trailed off, her face burning.
"There are at least 30 of those," Lisa C said, her face red as her other self on the screen. Anastasia giggle and some of the others laugh.
"I am well aware of that," Harry admitted, causing his friend to cast him another look. "Unlike you, I was wide awake when they took those pictures."
Everyone laugh while Lisa C blush again and mutter 'Lousy, no good…' something along those lines.
It was a benefit to being him. Harry wasn't quite sure why, but he had a lot of energy and rarely ever get tired. Case in point, he only needed a total of four hours of sleep for his body to operate at maximum efficiency.
"WHAT?!" Tracey cried out in horror, "That's not a benefit, that torture!" To only sleep four hours a day? The horror!
"Are you kidding, it's sound great!" Terry said in excitement. "Just think, I could look at the stars more often and I'll just need for hours of sleep just to be ready!" It's a dream come true for him. Tracey roll his eyes at him.
"Only you think that Boot."
"Like only you would think of staying up as torture?"
"It is torture!"
"To you maybe, but to others is useful."
The two Crawfts stare at the two arguers. Anastasia turn to the others and asked, "Does this happen often?"
"Yes it's does," the seven former first-years said altogether, making Terry rub his head sheepishly and Tracey to pout.
"And you didn't think to wake me whenever they were about to do this?" Lisa asked with a bit of acid in her tone. Harry didn't let that get to him, he knew she was just embarrassed. Though why she would be embarrassed he didn't know.
"Are you serious?" Lisa T. said in absolute disbelief, "He is the smartest in muggle school, he the smartest in Hogwart, he is the most cunning kid tied with Daphne, and he doesn't know why she's embarrass? Even Tracey would know why!"
"Hey!"
"Just saying, just saying."
"You obviously don't know how hard it can sometimes be to wake you up," Harry told her dryly. "Especially late at night when you're tired."
"Very true Harry," Anastasia agreed, getting a glower from her daughter.
While waking the girl up during the day was relatively easy, for some reason, waking her up later during the evening was not. The girl was not only incredibly stubborn in her refusal to be roused from sleep, but also incredibly clingy.
"Which is real cute!"
"Mum!"
Normally, when she fell asleep during the times he had stayed at her house, he would simply carry her to the room and tuck her into bed, and even then, he had to pry her fingers from his clothing.
Lisa C blush heavily while the others left. Susan and Daphne are having those aching feelings in their heart again.
"Whatever," Lisa mumbled, turning away from the laughing Anastasia and the slightly confused Harry.
"How can someone so smart be so dense?" Hermione said in disbelief. Some of the others are thinking the same thing.
"So, Harry," Anastasia started, smoothly changing the subject after she got over her small fits of giggle. "Would you like to stay over dinner tonight? I'm making lasagna."
"What's lasagna?" Lisa T asked in confusion, getting shock looks from Lisa C.
"You don't have lasagna in the wizard world?" Lisa C said in disbelief. WHen she heard a no, she shook her head in dismay. "No technology, half of the food you don't even know? You poor, poor savages." The 'savages' glare at her for that.
Harry tilted his head, considering the proposition. "I am not sure I should," he frowned. Dudley's birthday was, and he agreed with Aunt Petunia's request to clean up after the unwrapping of gifts in return for a trip to the optometrist so could he get a new prescription of contact lenses.
"He stills call the woman an aunt?" Susan said in disbelief. "She's not even fit to be a mother!" She got many shocks look from her friends at her outburst. Susan blush and look away from the shock faces. Did she yell that loud? How embarrassing!
"Oh, come on, Harry," Lisa said, grabbing her friend by the hand and beginning to pull him towards the door. "Your piggy little cousin won't be finished with his party until later. You know how fatty and his ratty friend are when its comes to pigging out."
Susan frown at that. It wasn't a nice thing to say, maybe true, but not nice.
"Lisa!" Anastasia admonished her daughter, but Lisa ignored her mother's words.
Harry frowned, his brow furrowing for a moment in thought. It cleared seconds later, and he gave a small smile. "Well," he began in a slow tone. "I suppose I could stay for a little while."
"Wow, you actually convince to do something in a few seconds," Blaise said in amazement. "It usually take longer or drastic measures to get him to agree on something." He remember when they all agreed to get the sorcerer stone together. It took all of them to convince Harry to join.
It was two hours later when Harry finally arrived at the Dursleys'. The sun had almost finished it's descend beyond the horizon. The sky was getting dark, with only the barest hints of dark orange and purple highlighting the atmosphere. Unlocking the door with his key, Harry silently entered the house.
Dinner with the Crawft's had been an interesting experience as always. It seemed that every he went there, there was something new for them to converse about.
"Well, he did live with a bunch of stiffs and a fat jerk," Lisa C said ignoring her mother stern look.
This time it was about a new movie that Lisa wanted to see, Hook, a fantasy tail about Peter Pan that apparently starred Robin Williams. His friend had asked him if he would be willing to accompany her to it. Even if the movie hadn't sounded so interesting, Harry probably would have agreed to go, if for no other reason than his friend wanted to see it.
Lisa C blush a little, but smile widely at that.
Not that she would ever know.
"Too late," Lisa C grin cheekily. Oh, so much blackmail and secrets in their.
It was not surprising to him when he saw the mess that had been made of the living room upon entering it. Wrapping paper and boxes had been tossed about with impunity. He could even see several strands of string that had been used to tie a bow for decoration hanging off the ceiling fan. It looked like Dudley had once again shown his natural propensity for creating disaster zones within the house, as well as his parent's lack discipline when it came to him.
The TV show the room looking like a mess. Everyone's jaws drop on that. That is not a mess, that's a warzone!
"Wow, even I can't make a mess like that." Tracey said in astonishment. "And my mum and dad makes me pick up the wrappers and boxes. Not let someone else clean up my mess."
"Oh good, you're here," Aunt Petunia sniffed. She had just come out of the kitchen. No doubt Dudley had made a mess in there as well from whatever dessert he had been given.
Many started praying that they don't see that mess.
"Dudley has finished unwrapping his presents…"
"Well, that is obvious from that mess. He is using his eyes, you know," Daphne said sarcastically, getting snickers from the others. Those people are such idiots.
"I can see that," Harry replied as she trailed off. He looked around the room, then back at Aunt Petunia. "Do not worry, I will clean this place up as per our agreement." Aunt Petunia opened her mouth, then closed it. She seemed to want to say something, but did not know how to say it. In the end, she simply gave him a stiff nod, then scuttled back into the kitchen, leaving Harry to the mess his cousin has made.
Casting one more glance around the room, Harry closed his eyes. It would take a bit more energy to clean this mess up, it was rather large after all. Accessing the hidden well of power that had been at this disposal for as long as he could remember (which was a pretty long time), the raven haired youth prepared to commit an act that would freak out his relatives it they ever saw it.
"Oh I would love to see that," Tracey said with a grin. Hannah, Terry, and Lisa C nodded in agreement.
A slow exhale of breath, Harry lids fluttered open. Green eyes glowing with power. He snapped the fingers of his left hand, and the many boxes, wrapping paper, and ribbons disappeared. Gone. As if they had never existed in the first place.
There was 'wows' and whoas' coming from everyone. The wizards and witches are in a state of disbelief. Not even Dumbledore could do that in his adult age, but apparently, Harry can do it as a child.
Harry breathed in deeply, regaining his breath after using so much of his power to clean the room. He still had plenty to spare, but it was always tiring to use that much in a single setting. And as disintegrating, as he called it, took quite a bit more concentration than levitation did.
"No doubt about those statements," Lisa T said, getting out of her stunned state. Most wizards would get killed using that much magic.
With the room clean Harry made his way upstairs, entering the room and shutting the door. He took off his shoes and his shirt, and allowed them to float away.
The girls blush appeared again when they saw Harry's chest.
The shirt landed in his dirty bin hamper, while his shoes set themselves in a small, open space under his bed. Harry Potter moved further into the room, and sat himself down crossed legged in the center.
He took a glance around the room, nicely furnished, if a bit small. It was a room he had lived for six years, and hopefully one that he would soon only come to live in during the summer. Just a few more weeks, he surmised.
Soon.
Everyone cheered at that, except for Lisa C, Master Wei and Anastasia. Lisa C because Harry will leave her, Master Wei cause he doesn't cheer since his time at war and Anastasia cause she'll miss Harry and for her daughter's sake as well.
Closing his eyes, Harry began his routine of clearing his mind of all his thoughts.
He would stay that until ten o'clock that night.
"How can anyone stay that way for hours? Wouldn't he be stiff?" Lisa T said, a little concern. She can't imagine anyone in the wizard world staying still for that long.
Time wore on, days turn into weeks, and before long the school year was over. Like always Harry had gotten top marks, and several recommendations from his teachers;
Hermione look slightly jealous at that. She rarely get recommendations from her teachers.
and like always, Harry kept his progress reports from his relatives. They did not care what he got, and he did not care what they thought.
"Of course," everyone said with a sigh. They are getting use to hearing stuff like that about Harry's relative and it's only the second chapter.
By the time summer holiday had started Dudley had ended up breaking his new video camera, crashed his remote control airplane, and the first time out on his race bike, knocked down old Mrs. Figg as she crossed Privet Drive on her crutches.
Anastasia huff in anger. No child should act like that. Petunia should've taught that boy better.
Harry had never really like summer, while he never really learned anything that he did not already know in class thanks to constantly reading ahead in school, it at least gave him something to do, even if it was busywork, and because it was so hot there were no sports during the summer either, which meant that soccer was out as well.
Really, the only thing he had to do during the hot season was sparring with Master Wei and his peers at the Dojo, and spending time with Lisa.
"Hey!" Lisa C cried out. She is not bad to hang out with. Meanwhile, Wei frown. He is going to beat his apprentice a new one when he get back to the Dojo.
Now he would admit to enjoying both,
Lisa C angry expression wore off and Master Wei decided not to beat him in their next spare, this time.
but it wasn't like he could do both every second of every day. There were quite a fews hours in a day, and while most people spent sixteen hours of them awake, Harry spent twenty, meaning when everyone else is asleep, he was still up and energized.
"So he can spend four more hours awake? Man, I so jealous of him!" Terry said. He could use that time to look up at the stars and see the constellations more. Hermione nodded in agreement, she could read more books with that time.
At least Dudley and his friends, Piers, Dennis, Malcolm, and Gordon, who were all stupid as Dudley himself, no longer played Harry hunting.
"HARRY WHAT?!" All of the magic-users, except Daphne, scream in anger. They all resist the urge to reach their wands and blast the idiots on the screen.
Daphne roll her eyes, "Relax, the book said that they no longer do it," Even though she had and calm demeanor, she is also angry. The only thing that stop her from cursing the TV is the fact that it said they are no longer does it. The wizards and witches either blush or look sheepish.
No longer because the few times Dudley got the courage to try it they had all got beaten up (It was after Harry had started Martials Arts), and Dudley's parents could do nothing about it, lest Harry use his magic to send them through a wall.
"GO HARRY!" Everyone cheered, even Anastasia and Wei have small smiles. Wei also got pride in his apprentice for defending himself, not that he would admit.
Still it was not all bad, Harry spent whatever time he could at the dojo, sparring with many of the students. Being one of the class, Harry would often fight against students several years older than himself, which was a big ego booster for him.
"No wonder Quirrel was beaten." Daphne muttered, figuring out that Harry defeated Quirrel with hand to hand combat, something that wizards don't do.
At least, until Master Wei brought it back down with another beating. Nothing deflated egos like getting your arse kicked by a seventy year old man, even if he was a master in different martial arts.
Several people laugh while Wei smirk a little.
Other than spending time sparring, Harry also spent time at the library and with Lisa and her parents. Lisa often took him to the mall where she and he would window shop, before grabbing a small bite to eat at a local cafe.
The magic users, minus Hermione, was about to ask what's all those things was, until a book appeared on their laps and a note. Daphne took the note and read.
Dear Wizards and Witches,
I made a dictionary for you to read when you need a definition of something. When you find something that you don't know, look it up on here.'
Sign Merlin
Everyone sigh in relief about that, even Daphne. The mundanes and Hermione because they are glad don't have to explains things every time and the wizards because they don't have to ask every time.
There were a few times they would go to the park as well, but his friend often complained about the heat, so they only did that during the evenings before dinner.
"I like the evening better," Lisa C said. London is too hot during the summer.
One day in July, Aunt Petunia took Dudley to London to buy his Smelting Uniform. Dudley had been accepted to Uncle Vernon's old private school, Smeltings. Piers Polkiss was going there too.
"Those idiots got accepted? What on earth are the requirements?" Hermione asked, aghast as to the two being accepted into a private school.
Harry had spent that time at Lisa's house, watching movies, eating his favorite foods and ended up staying the night.
It was a good thing for Harry too, as that day Dudley had paraded around in his new uniform for his parents, not that it had spared him from that the next day. Smeltings' boys wore maroon tailcoats, orange knickerbockers, and flat straws hats called boaters.
Everyone saw the image of Dudley and some laugh while others grimace. Some feel bad that Harry had to see that.
They also carried knobby sticks, used for hitting each other while teachers weren't looking. This was supposed to be good training for later life.
"Training for later life? What does apply in life?!" Hermione, Terry, and Lisa T said in unision. The others agreed with them as well. Who in charge of that school?
"No wonder that walrus turn that bad." Daphne muttered, making the younger kids snicker, giggle, or laugh.
Just what that training was for Harry didn't know and felt it was a stupid tradition that was just stuck around due to the people who ran the school lacking brain cells.
"Agreed," everyone said in unision. Well, all except for Hermione.
"But they're got to be a reason they did it," Hermione argued, "The principle wouldn't allow it if there was no good reason." Lisa C, Anastasia, and Wei look at the girl like she said that lions are plant eaters while the magic users shook their heads. Same old Hermione.
The next morning after Harry had gotten up and made breakfast and after everyone finish eating, they all heard a click of the mail slot and flop of letters on the doormat.
All the magic-users lean in anticipation. This is the day Harry get his invitation to Hogwarts.
"Harry," Petunia started, but Harry was already on the way towards the mail, knowing what she could ask.
There were mutters of "Lazy family," and "Lazy bones," or in Tracey case, "Lazy ass,". Hermione of course, reprimanded her for her language.
Three things lay on the doormat: a postcard from Uncle Vernon's sister, Marge, who was vacationing on the Isle of Wight, a brown envelope that looked like a bill, and - a letter for Harry.
All the wizards and witches are either grinning, smiling, or smirking while Lisa C frown. She hates the fact that he had to leave her. She wish that he could stay. but she doubt she could change Harry mind.
Harry's breath caught in his throat as he picked it up and looked it over. He knew what this was. He had been expecting, waiting, for it since he was seven and intelligent enough to understand what his memories meant. Even without checking it, he knew what it contained. After all, no one sent him mail. Master Chang didn't send him anything that he could not walk over and pick up himself, and Lisa and her family lived within walking distance. There was no explanation as to what this could be, especially with the way it was addressed:
Mr. H Potter
The Smallest Room on the Second Floor
#4 Privet Drive
Little Whinging
Surrey
"...Okay that is creepy," Lisa C said. Anastasia and Wei nodded in agreement. How does a person know exactly where they live in, including the room?
The envelope was thick and heavy, made from yellowish parchment, and the address was written in emerald-green ink. There was no stamp.
Turning the envelope over in his hand, Harry saw a purple wax seal bearing a coat of arms; a lion,
"Gryffindor," Hermione and Neville said, the first beaming in pride of her house while the other has a small smile.
an eagle,
"Ravenclaw," Terry and Lisa T said, smiling.
a badger,
"Hufflepuff," Hannah and Susan said, Hannah brightly and Susan shyly smiling.
and a snake
"Slytherin," Tracey, Blaise, and Daphne said. Tracey grin while Blaise and Daphne smirk.
surrounding a large letter H.
"Hogwarts," All of the wizards smile, thinking about their favorite school.
"Hurry up, boy!" shoute Vernon from the kitchen.
Everyone restrain from breaking the TV. How dare he speak to their friend/daughter's friend/student that way?!
It was the first time the large man had spoken to him in all of the year.
"Wow, he must've been very scared of Harry then," Neville said, getting some chuckles and laughs from the group.
Harry went back in the kitchen, an odd smile on his face as he walked in. Odd, because he almost never smiled around his relatives.
"Why would he?" Hannah said with a frown, "Those people hurted him when he was younger and hated him. Why should he smile?" There were nods of agreement with that one.
He handed Uncle Vernon the bill and the postcard, then he turned to Aunt Petunia.
"It came," he said. It was all he needed to say. Petunia gasped and went pale, Vernon began to turn a puce color, and Dudley, as always, look constipated.
"I-I-I see," Aunt Petunia finally manage to get out. Uncle version just made a choking noise.
Susan frown, "They make it look like a bad thing," Susan said. There is nothing bad about magic.
HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorcerer, Chief 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. Pleased find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Yours Sincerely,
Minerva Mcgonagall
Minerva Mcgonagall
Deputy Headmistress
"We await your owl," Harry reads again, out loud this time.
"Owl?" Lisa C said in confusion, then turn to the wizards and witches. "What do you mean 'we await your owl'?"
"The wizard world don't deliver mail the regular way," Hermione said, "They use owls to deliver messages."
"Then I'll probably see an owl at my doorstep?" Lisa asked, but Hermione shook her head.
"No. They probably get someone else to deliver it to people who don't know about magic." Hermione said. Lisa C nodded in understanding, a little disappointed that she won't see a owl in close view.
He took a moment to make sure he had not miss anything, then looked up at Aunt Petunia. "You know where to go get school supplies." It was not a question.
"Yes I know that…place where my sister bought her school supplies is," Aunt Petunia sniffed.
Susan, Anastasia, Lisa T, Daphne, and Hermione frown when they notice how she said the word sister in disgust.
She had been forced to go with her parents and sister, Lily, when she went to get her Hogwart supplies. She could still remember the day, the disgusting way her parents were so proud of her freak sister, and how happy Lily was.
The five females frowns deepened. This women is cruel, even to her own sister!
She never thought she would have to deal with that world again.
Funny how life works against us sometimes.
Everyone laugh at that.
"Then you will give me directions to the place I need to go to get my supplies," said Harry. "In return, I will make breakfast, lunch and dinner for your family until it's time for me to go to Hogwarts at least…three times a week."
Everyone frowned this time. He shouldn't have to make a deal with his relatives to get what he wants.
Petunia, who had opened her mouth to deny helping him getting any supplies for that freakish school, closed her it upon hearing his offer.
"OUR SCHOOL ISN'T FREAKISH!" All the magic-users, except Daphne, screamed. Daphne have a small unpleased frown on her face.
This was how things usually went now. Harry would offer a compromise in order to get what he wanted. He could of course, just threaten her, they both knew that, but Harry was better than that, was better than the Dursleys who likely would threaten him to get their way if he was still the helpless little boy he used to be.
Everyone either growled or scowled at that, even Daphne have a big scowl on her face. She been showing a lot of anger today.
He would resort to violence unless it was absolutely necessary.
"Good, my student" Master Wei said with a firm nod. Never use violence unless it's to defend yourself or others.
"Very well," Petunia said at last. "Tomorrow we'll take you to that…place," She shuddered at the thought of going back there.
"Well the wizards world won't like you either," Tracey mumbled. This women is bad as Malfoy.
"NO!" Vernon roared as he suddenly stood up and glared at Harry, "You're not going to that school! The last thing we need is for even more freakishness from you! I won't let you go somewhere that you're going to learn that ridiculous wand-waving and freaky unnaturalness! I've put up with more than enough from you!"
Anastasia is holding Lisa C back from breaking the TV while Daphne, Susan, Lisa T, Neville, Terry, Blaise, and Hermione had to hold back Tracey and Hannah from cursing it. Master Wei is doing every kind of meditation so he won't go to the Dursley's home and kill them.
"LET ME GO! LET ME GET THAT SON OF A-"
"Lisa," Anastasia warn, knowing that she was about to curse, "First of all, don't break the TV. And second of all, if you try to hurt them, you'll be no better than them."
Lisa C started calming down after that sentence. Her mom is right. She wouldn't be any better than them if she try to hurt him like they hurt Harry. But that doesn't mean she couldn't dream of torturing them.
After everyone calmed down, they got back to reading. But Daphne and Hermione got there wands ready just in case anybody try to attack the TV.
"Vernon!" Petunia gasped, her face paling. She looked over at Harry, whose face held a look of mild annoyance. Of course, any expression on Harry's face often times greatly downplayed the emotions he was feeling. It was very rare for him to notice through observation.
"Kinda like Daphne does?" Tracey asked. Said girl nodded in confirmation.
Harry's finger twitched. The urge was there. It was small, but the desire to use his magic, lift his uncle into the air and hurl him through a wall was there.
"DO IT!" Tracey and Lisa C yelled. They want to see the fat turd be thrown in a wall. The others want Harry to resist the temptation, especially Daphne and Master Wei.
He resisted. He was better than them, better than his uncle who used to give him lashings. Better than his Aunt who pretended he didn't exist unless she wanted something. Better than his cousin who was a bully who enjoyed picking on those weaker than himself.
There were mutters of 'jerks' and 'cruel people and 'horrible families'. Nobody in here like the Dursleys at all and some hate them.
He was better than all of them, and he would not stoop to their level.
Everyone smile at that. They agree. Harry is better than those people.
Still, the urge was there, a whisper in his mind that he ignored.
"Good, my apprentice," Master Wei said with a nod. It look like his teaching helped the young boy.
"I'm surprised at you, Uncle Vernon," he said instead, his voice mild mannered and reasonable. "After all, if I were to go to this school, you wouldn't have to see me for nine months."
"Nine months?" Vernon's eyes lit at the thought. Harry could see the wheels in his head turning. On the one hand, he clearly did not want Harry to learn anymore magic, or freakishness as he was so fond of calling it. But on the other hand, not having to deal with Harry for nine months out of the year was too good an opportunity to pass up.
"Okay, how isn't he in Slytherin?" Blaise asked in a disbelief kind of tone, "He as cunning as a seventh year Slytherin or an adult and has much ambition from what I see."
"He could be in Ravenclaw too," Terry said, "Don't forget that he got excellent grades in every subjects and did many spells that a regular first year wouldn't do. But I guess the chapter with the sorting will explain."
"Nine months," Harry confirmed. "Nine months without seeing or hearing from me. Nine months without my…freakishness here," he smiled, a cold smile that caused Vernon to flinch.
The others either flinch or shiver when they saw the smile. Even Daphne felt her spine shiver when she saw it. The only one who wasn't affected was Wei.
It seemed he remembered quite clearly times when Harry had not been as…tolerable as he was now.
"You mean when you remember all the times he throw you in a wall?" Daphne deadpanned. Many snickered at that.
"Nine months…"
The look of fear gave away to a look a thoughtfulness. Yes, nine months was quite a long time, no doubt his uncle was thinking of all the things he could get done without having to deal with his magic using nephew. Harry could almost see the cogs in the fat walrus of a man's head turning.
Everyone laugh once and Blaise, Daphne, and Wei have small smirks on their faces.
"Very well," he said after a few minutes. "I will allow you to…go to this school." He grimaced, clearly not pleased with the idea, but it looked like the thought of going nine months without having to deal with Harry was better end of the deal in this instance.
"YEAH!" Most of the magic users screamed in happiness. Even Blaise and Daphne got large smiles on their faces. Lisa C frown once again at the reminder.
"We have an accord then," said Harry, before making his way towards his room, it wouldn't do for his…family, to see how excited he was.
"Agreed," everyone said. They do not want those people seeing them excited.
Hogwarts. He would finally be going to Hogwarts. Harry had been told quite a bit about the most premiere school for magic in all of Great Britain. He didn't know everything, most unfortunate, all of the stories he had been told were the ones his parents has told him before they were killed. Tales of the Marauders and the pranks they had pulled. Tales of the classes they had given. Of the things they had learned. He knew much about his parents time at Hogwarts, even though he only knew a bit about the school itself. Still, what he had heard was more than enough to excite him.
The purebloods and half-bloods smile. They can relate to Harry. All of them heard stories of Hogwarts from each of their parents, even Daphne before her mother died.
He would be following in his parents footsteps, continuing their legacy. He would be going to the very same school they went to, and he would make them proud.
And most importantly.
He would be learning magic and making his own mark on the world.
"Great ambition," Blaise said with respect in his voice. Daphne, Lisa T and Terry nodded in agreement.
"Okay, I'm done," Anastasia said, "Who's next?"
That's the end. In the next chapter, Mcgonagall will come. Review, Favorite, and Follow and I will see you later.