2 Mornings later: Harry's Birthday:

Why do I always seem to wake up before everyone else? Harry thought, it's not like I can get out of here anyway. His stomach rumbled. He was hungry, which was no surprise since they rarely fed him anything. Just enough to survive and then because he had come home late two nights ago they had lessened the portions even more. Well maybe today he would get more; after all it was his birthday. Ha! Like that would matter. He was eleven today, not that they cared. He could have been turning 25 and no one would care.

"Boy! Get up! Time to make breakfast you lazy, no good for nothing git!" his uncle bellowed through the door. It was the same every morning, "get up, get breakfast you lazy no good for nothing git!" He was used to it, except today when the lock clicked his uncle opened the door and shoved some things at him, a shirt, trousers, socks, boxers and trainers. Out of all these things, the only thing that fit were the trainers. He had big feet like Dudley so it was no surprise. Harry got up and dressed. He went into the kitchen to make breakfast. Aunt Petunia was sitting at the table with her tea. Harry really wanted to ask her about being a wizard but then he saw the look on her face and decided against it. She looked scared out of her wits. She looked at him nervously and whispered, "Good morning."

"Good morning, Aunt Petunia," Harry replied. His uncle walked in as Harry got a pan for the pancakes.

"Boy, go get the mail!" he growled at Harry. Aunt Petunia eyes got wide.

"Yes sir." Harry walked to the door and went out to the mailbox. He was puzzled by his aunt's reaction to him getting the mail. She had been more jumpy then usual and even more so today. He was very confused. He opened the box and pulled out the mail. He wondered if Dudley was up yet. Not that it really mattered. He would be up soon enough. Harry had just closed the box when an owl came swooping down and landed on his shoulder. It gave a hoot and held out its leg for Harry. There was a letter attached to it. The owl gave another hoot.

"What's this you've got?" Harry looked at the owl. "A letter? For me?" his eyes got wide. "This isn't…is it?" he untied the letter from the owl and tore it opened. As he read the letter, he absently stroked the owl's feathers.

Addressed to:

Mr. Harry Potter

Cupboard Under the Stairs

4 Privet Drive

Little Whinging

Surrey, COI 58ST

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. Enclosed is a list of all necessary books and supplies you will need at Hogwarts. Mr. Potter, I know that you may be a bit confused and are probably wondering what this means. Not to worry at all for someone with be arriving shortly to explain things to you.

Note, term begins on September 1, and we await your owl, which must arrive no later then July 31. We will see you on the Hogwarts Express, platform 9 ¾.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

UNIFORM

First-year students will require:

Three sets of plain work robes (black)

One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear

One pair of protected gloves (dragon hide or similar)

One winter cloak (black, silver fastenings)

Please note that all pupils' clothes should carry name tags.

COURSE BOOKS

All students should have a copy of each of the following:

The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1)

By Miranda Goshawk

A History of Magic by Bathilida Bagshot

Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling

A beginners' Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch

One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi

By Phyllida Spore

Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger

Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them

By Newt Scamander

The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection

By Quentin Trimble

OTHER EQUIPMENT

1 wand

1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)

1 set glass or crystal phials

1 telescope

1 set brass scales

Students may also bring an owl OR a cat OR a toad

PARENTS ARE TO BE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICKS

"BOY! What are you doing? Get in here! Breakfast must be made!" Vernon bellowed so loud it made Harry jump. "And what is that owl doing on your shoulder? We do not allow pets in this house!"

"Coming sir," Harry said meekly. He quickly folded the letter and put it away. He couldn't believe it. It was really true and what did it mean someone would be arriving shortly to explain things. Well he didn't have time to dwell on it. Harry looked at the snowy white owl on his shoulder. "You sure are a beauty, but you have to go now. I can't take you inside." The owl gave a hoot and flew to the mailbox. "See you later." Harry murmured and he turned to go inside. Ok so since the red head was right and I'm a wizard, Harry thought, what do I do now? Well I suppose I could ask uncle Vernon. Yes, that is what I will have to do. it doesn't matter what happens I will just ask. Harry walked up the drive to where Vernon was waiting impatiently.

"Hurry up Boy!" he shouted. He turned around and headed toward the house.

"Uncle Vernon?" Harry asked quietly.

"What Boy?" Vernon barked.

"Do you know what a wizard is?"

Vernon stopped dead in his tracks. Slowly he turned around. "What did you say, boy?" he asked carefully.

"I asked if you knew what a wizard is?" Harry looked at his uncle, who had gone deathly pale. "Sir? Are you all right?"

"Where did you hear that?" Vernon whispered so quietly Harry could barely hear him.

"Well, um, I-I got this letter…" Harry trailed off. Vernon went from deathly pale to purple in a matter of seconds.

"LETTER? FROM WHO?" Vernon bellowed so loud that aunt Petunia came outside to see what was the matter.

"Well, um, from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." Harry panicked.

"You got in?" a voice from the door whispered. It was aunt Petunia.

"A 'course 'Arry go' in!" He's the best wizard ter ever live!" a voice from where owl sat on the mailbox said. Harry looked up and gasped. Two men were standing there, one huge giant and a tall one in a purple robe, with a long white beard. "A 'course he'll 'ave ter be trained up a bit."

"Dumbledore?" Aunt Petunia asked, looking at the tall man with the white beard.

"Hello, Petunia. We've come to get Harry and explain some things to him, since I know you didn't want to." The man called Dumbledore stated.

"HE IS NOT GOING TO ANY-ANY SCHOOL WITH ANY OF THOSE-THOSE FREAKS!" Vernon shouted. "HE IS NOT ONE OF YOU AND HE WILL NEVER BE! IT'S ALL OUT OF HIM NOW! IT'S GONE!"

"There's nothing you do can make Harry not a wizard. He will always be one." Dumbledore murmured.

"I don't care! He's not going!" growled Vernon.

The big giant stepped forward. "Like a grea' Muggle like you could stop him! Yer not one ter stop him!" the giant growled.

Uncle Vernon backed up, "Stay away from me." his lip quivering.

"Hagrid calm down." Dumbledore sighed, "Why don't we all go inside."

"You're not coming into my house!" roared Vernon.

Petunia looked at Vernon. "It'll be fine Vernon." But the look on her face said anything but fine. She looked at Dumbledore and nodded. She walked into the house and everyone followed. Dudley was sitting at the table looking lost. Nobody had made breakfast yet. He looked up when they walked in.

"Dudley!" barked Vernon. "Go to your room!"

"But I'm hungry!" whined Dudley.

"Dudley listen to your father." Petunia said firmly. Dudley nodded meekly and hobbled out of the room.

"Sir?" Harry looked at Dumbledore as he took a seat. "I'm afraid I don't understand. Well actually, I do understand a bit. I know about me being a wizard, I know about the Dark Lord, though that particular information is a bit vague. I don't really quite get that. I do know that he is a dark wizard and that he killed my parents and that they didn't die in a car crash" Harry glared at uncle Vernon and aunt Petunia. "I know he tried to kill me but I survived. That I don't get at all, though. And I know that I'm famous, but I don't think I want to be. But the rest, well, that's a mystery." Harry looked around at everyone. The giant called Hagrid looked ready to blow.

"A CAR CRASH! LILY AND JAMES POTTER KILLED IN A CAR CRASH! How could they've died in a car crash! Why I ought ter-" Hagrid was cut off by Dumbledore.

"Enough, Hagrid." Dumbledore looked at Harry. "How do you know about this?" he asked calmly. "I know your aunt and uncle didn't tell you."

"Well, I found out 2 days ago when I went the park." Harry looked at Dumbledore who nodded for Harry to continue, "Um so there was this girl, about my age or so and she was reading a book on the swings." Harry thought back to what the girl had said. You're a wizard, Harry. "When she saw me she seemed to know who I was. She said my name and I asked her how she knew my name. I don't have any friends and nobody knows my name at school, so I was a bit surprised. Then she said that everyone knew my name and she explained it all to me. I asked questions when I could but I was so shocked that I didn't say much and by the time the shock had worn off she had to go. She never did tell me her name, just that she'd see me on the train."

"What did she look like, Harry?" Dumbledore asked. Only a few girls came to mind at who Harry could have met and he had a pretty good idea who it was.

"Red hair, brown eyes, a bit on the short side, but not too short. Kind of pretty, I guess." Harry said thinking about how she looked. Her hair was not just red; it was flaming red. She had been gorgeous but he didn't know when he would see her again, if ever.

"Weasley," Dumbledore murmured quietly. Yes, that was who he thought it had been. Very interesting, very interesting indeed.

"Who?" Harry asked.

"A wizarding family. You'll meet them soon enough." Dumbledore glanced at Harry. "Now you understand you're famous and you understand about Voldemort?"

"Um, yes but wait a minute, who's Voldemort?" Harry looked confused.

"He's the Dark Lord, Harry. The one who killed your parents and tried to kill you. Some say he's gone but he is not. I believe he just waiting until the right moment. We do not know when that is but it will come sooner then we think."

Hagrid flinched at the mention of Voldemort. "Why do yer always 'ave ter say his name, Dumbledore? Yer kno' it scares the heeby jeebies out me."

"Because Hagrid, if you can't say his name then it shows your fear for him." Dumbledore stated. Hagrid just grumbled something incoherent.

"Dumbledore?" Petunia asked quietly.

"Yes, Petunia?"

"What's going to happen?"

"Well, Harry will go with Hagrid to Diagon Alley and you will see Harry next summer when the school term ends. He will stay at Hogwarts for Christmas and Easter. Since he understands some already I do not need to explain much." He looked at Harry. "I will see you at Hogwarts. Hagrid will take care of you for now."

"But sir, I have so many questions!" Harry pleaded.

"They will be answered in due time…" and with that he was gone.

"THE BOY WILL NOT BE GOING!" bellowed Vernon for the 3rd time.

"Vernon, he has to go." Aunt Petunia said quietly. Vernon looked at his wife and with a low growl he stormed out of the kitchen.

"Then GO!"

"Well 'Arry yer best be getting yer stuff now. We've go' ter get goin'. We go' loads ter do." Hagrid said.

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