Chapter 2: The Letter From No One

Author's Note Part 1: Well guys, so far, I've got to say that I'm happy with the response I'm getting. Now, this will most likely be the last chapter in Harry's POV, and the rest during the Hogwarts school year and Diagon Alley will be in John's. So, for those of you who don't like the fact that I'm taking out of the book itself for this chapter and the last one, then you'll be happy to know that I'll be writing out scenes on my own for the rest of the story. Or I'll try to at least. (However, I will be using descriptions from the book). Now, enough forewarnings. I give you chapter 2!

Of course, the punishment that Harry received from releasing the snake earned him his longest punishment to date. He was locked in the cupboard up until the summer holidays had started, and by that time, almost all of Dudley's presents had broken because of something the eleven year old did. There was also the fact that on the first time out on his bike, Dudley had knocked down Ms. Figg when she was crossing the street on her crutches that she had been given after breaking her leg.

However, this meant that the school year was over. Something that Harry was grateful for since he didn't have to worry about it anymore, but the alternative was worse. Since the school year was over, that meant that Dudley's "friends" were able to come over to the house whenever they wanted. And when they did, they would usually join Dudley in his favorite past time: Harry Hunting. Needless to say, this was another thing that Harry had to talk John out of attacking Dudley for each time that it happened. However, this allowed Harry to be out of the house more often, and wander around to his own devices. Usually, he'd spend the time talking to John, wherever the street rat was living for the day.

There was a ray at the end of the dark tunnel for the next school year however. The next school year, Harry would be off to a new school for the first time ever. At this school, Stonewall High, Harry would be free of Dudley for the first time ever. Both Harry and John celebrated this the day that Harry found out by drinking soda. Harry knew better than to ask John where he got the drinks, since he knew that John never liked the idea of stealing, even if it was to survive. However, John was proud of Harry's response to when Dudley asked him, "They stuff people's heads down the toilet the first day at Stonewall. Want to come upstairs and practice?" Harry had finally put the sarcasm he learned from the street rat to good use outside of their mental link.

"No thanks. The toilet's never had anything as horrible as your head down it. It might be sick." Then he'd ran away to John before Dudley could work out what he'd said and attempt to punch Harry for it. When he'd found John, he found the ten year old wiping a fake tear from his eye.

"They grow up so fast." He had said with a fake sniffle, resulting in Harry laughing, which then lead to John joining him. A few days after that, Aunt Petunia left with Dudley to pick up her son's new school uniform, and Harry was left with Ms. Figg. This time around, instead of making the raven haired ten year old look at all the different pictures of her cats, she let him watch whatever he wanted on the television, and gave him some chocolate cake that tasted as if it had been in her house for years. But, Harry made sure to save a little to give to John later on since the two of them never hardly ever had anything like it since the Dursley's didn't even let Harry eat the lunches and dinners he made for them, and John hardly ever found anything that was good to eat.

That night, Dudley was parading around the house with his new uniform and smelting stick, which the boys at his school would use to hit each other whenever the teachers weren't looking, and his parents were so proud, Aunt Petunia crying about how "grown up" her Duddykins was. Harry didn't say anything since he figured that he'd already broken two ribs from keeping from laughing. John was certain that he might have broken at least four.

The next morning, Harry walked into the kitchen to find what looked like rags soaking in a pot on the stove. He wrinkled his nose as John commented through their mental link. Man, I don't know what the bloody hell your aunt is thinking, but if that's food, then her "Ickle Duddykins" just might start to lose weight... Not that you need to lose any more Harry. He tells Harry, getting a silent nod in response. Then, Harry notices his aunt standing a different part of the kitchen.

"What is this?" He asks, the response he gets being his aunt's lips thinning like they did whenever he dared to ask a question.

"Your new school uniform." She replies to his question, making Harry look back at the bowl.

"Oh... I didn't realize it had to be so wet." He comments dryly, knowing that his aunt wouldn't understand the sarcasm and he would be able to get away with it.

"Don't be stupid." She snaps, proving Harry right. "I'm dyeing some of Dudley's old clothes. By the time they're done, you'll look like everyone else." She says, getting a silent eye roll from John through his and Harry's mental link. Harry was thinking along the same lines as John as he sat at the table, realizing that he would probably look more like a kid with elephant skin hanging off him. When Uncle Vernon and Dudley walked into the room, they both wrinkled their noses from the smell that the uniform was giving off. A few minutes later, they all hear the noise of the mail slot opening.

"Get the mail Dudley." Vernon says without getting up from the chair.

"Make Harry get it." Dudley complains.

"Get the mail Harry." Vernon says, turning the page in his newspaper.

"Make Dudley get it." Harry responds.

"Poke him with your smelting stick Dudley." Vernon says, still looking at his newspaper. Harry quickly dodges the smelting stick that Dudley swings at him, and grumbles to himself as he makes his way over to the mail on the inside of the door. As he bends down and starts to sift through it, John suddenly yells through the voicemail.

Harry! He exclaims, nearly making Harry drop the mail as he turns to go back into the kitchen.

What is it John? Harry asks slightly worried since he'd never heard John yell unless he was angry about something that was happening to Harry.

Just shut up for a minute! You got the mail, right? John asks, and Harry is a little surprised to hear happiness in it.

Uh, yeah. He says, still slightly confused.

Take a look through it and see if you have any mail addressed to you. He says, surprising Harry even more, since Harry didn't get mail. But, Harry would trust John with his life, so he does just that. And to his great surprise, he finds a letter addressed to him in curvy green ink.

Mr. H. Potter

The Cupboard under the Stairs

4 Privet Drive

Little Whinging

Surrey

This surprised Harry since he'd never received mail before. Just before he starts to walk towards the kitchen, John's voice can be heard again. Harry! Stop! He cries out, making Harry jump in the air again. Drop your letter off in the cupboard! Do you want your uncle to take it away? He asks, making Harry realize what he was about to do, before he quickly stops at his cupboard. Uncle Vernon's voice rings out through the house as he does this.

"What's taking so long boy?! Checking for letter bombs are you?" He asks, before chuckling at his own joke. Harry just rolls his eyes, before returning to the kitchen and giving his uncle the bills and letter that he'd received. He barely listens as his uncle talks about something that happened to his sister, Harry's aunt, until he was finally allowed to leave the house. Before he does this, he returns to his cupboard, and grabs the letter. Then, he goes off to visit John.

Left here, then a right, and then the first alleyway on your left. John directs him, Harry following the directions, before he arrives at John's current living space. The other ten year old boy was currently sitting on a mattress against one of the walls under a small overhang on the building next to him. "Good t see you again Harry. So tell me, what do you think of the letter?" He asks with a small smile, holding something in his hand. Harry takes a closer look, and is surprised to find a similar letter that he received.

Mr. J. Prewett

Mattress in the alleyway

Surrey

John gives Harry a smile when he sees his friend notice the letter. "Yeah, I got something here and I was kind of hoping that you got one as well, since you had random things happen to you since you were young." He says, making Harry raise one of his eyebrows. "Open the letter." He says, waving his own around to show that he'd already looked at his. Harry does so, and finds a letter addressed to him in the same handwriting that was on the front.

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 read the letter, then read it again, and then again. Finally, he looks up at the smiling face of John. "Well, what do you think about it?" He asks Harry.

"I… I don't know." Harry admits, looking down at the letter again. "I mean… This just… It doesn't-" John cuts him off.

"Doesn't make sense?" He asks, making Harry look up and nod. "Well, what about all that stuff you've done whenever you're emotions went out of control?" He asks, making Harry think. It was true that whenever he had either gotten extremely angry, or sad, or any other emotion, stuff would suddenly happen. For example, when he was being chased by Dudley and his gang, and he tried to jump behind a dumpster to hide, only to find himself hanging onto the chimney of the school. The Dursley's weren't too happy about that. "If what this letter is saying is true then… You're a wizard, Harry. And so am I." John says with a smile, which after a few seconds, Harry mirrors. But then, it slips off his face.

"But, what does it mean by, "we await your owl"?" He asks his friend, making said friend frown and look at the letter again.

"Well… This was suddenly dropped on my head from above…" He says, looking to the sky as he says this. "And, the postman doesn't exactly know about me… So maybe, maybe that's their way of getting mail to one another?" He asks, making Harry think, before he nods.

"I guess that makes sense…" He agrees, before John smiles once again.

"Well, I guess we should look at that list, shouldn't we?" He asks, getting a nod from Harry in response as they each reach into their respective letters to grab the list. They each read through it, and are surprised by what they need, but figure they're wizard things, and they wouldn't understand until they asked fellow wizards about them. Finally, after about an hour, Harry stands up.

"I should probably get back. I don't want to risk the Dursley's holding out on any more food." He says, making John nod in agreement. However, the two only realize one problem when they meet each other the next day…

They don't have an owl to return their acceptance letters.

The day that the letters came for the two, it was Tuesday, and now it was midnight on Friday, turning into Sunday, and they still hadn't found a way to return their acceptance letters, or even ask how they were supposed to gather their materials. However, they would get an answer in a different form that day. Not that either of them knew that. Because John was sleeping in the bushes outside their house since he'd been kicked out of the alleyway he was sleeping in, he was sleeping there to keep a better eye on Harry, and he was ready to give his friend his birthday gift. So, imagine his surprise when he hears a loud smash, and gets up only to see that the Dursley's door had been broken down. He quickly looks around, noticing that no one had turned the lights on in their house. Signifying that they were either ignoring it, or didn't hear it. John was stumped as to how this could be, until he remembered the letter he'd gotten.

"Magic." He breaths out, before scrambling to his feet as the doorway is pushed back into place by someone on the other side. He decides that, instead of just barging in there like the last person that entered the house, he would instead figure out what he would be dealing with. So, lying in the bushes and focusing his mind, he could hear and see what Harry was. And what he saw surprised him. Because currently sitting on the couch in the Dursley's living room was a giant of a man. His face was almost completely hidden by a long, shaggy mane of hair and a wild, tangled beard, but you could make out his eyes, glinting like black beetles under all the hair. Then, he starts to speak.

"An' here's Harry!" He says in a strong, yet kind, voice. John could see through Harry's eyes that within the fierce, wild, shadowy face, the beetle eyes were crinkled in a smile. John immediately liked this man, since he'd learned how to judge people from his life on the streets. "Las' time I you, you was only a baby." He says. "Yeh look a lot like yer dad, but yeh've got yer mom's eyes." He tells Harry, getting a small gasp from both raven haired boys. However, Vernon chose that moment to step forwards and speak up.

"I demand that you leave at once sir! You are breaking and entering!" He yells at the giant of a man. At that point, John can't help the grin that makes its way onto his face, so he stands up to his full height in front of the door, and yells.

"No!" He exclaims, and through his right eye he can see Harry and everyone else in the house turn to look at the door, just as John sees himself Sparta kick it down, already knowing that the person from earlier hadn't reattached the hinges, and thus the door was just leaning against the door. "This is breaking and entering!" He exclaims as he walks in with a shit-eating grin on his face. Then, he walks over, and stands next to Harry. Placing a hand on his shoulder for comfort. "Hey there Harry. Looks like someone thought about the fact that we didn't have owls." He says to his raven haired friend as he smirks at the Dursley's, who's jaws were all on the floor. Then, he turns to look at the shocked man sitting on their couch. "Hello there. Terribly sorry, but I'm afraid that me and my friend here don't know your name." He says. The man seems to shake off the surprise, and coughs into his hand.

"Rubeus Hagrid. Keeper of Keys and Grounds at Hogwarts." He introduces himself, holding out his arm to shake Harry's in greeting, and then John's. Both of the eleven year old kids, John having his own birthday on Friday, feel as though Hagrid was shaking their entire arms when he did that. "And might I ask jus' who yeh are?" Hagrid asks John, getting a small smile in return.

"Of course, seeing as you're one of the few people who were nice to Harry off the bat, I think that I can." He says, before mock bowing. "The name's John Davis Prewett." He says as he straightens up with a smile. When he says his last name, Hagrid suddenly goes wide eyed, before jumping up from the couch.

"Who did yeh say you were?" He asks in a surprised whisper, making John raise his eyebrow in response.

"Erm, John Davis Prewett. My dad's name was Jonathan Prewett, and my mom's name was Rebecca Davis." He says, before Hagrid suddenly bends down to look him in the eyes. They hold a silent staring contest, Hagrid scrutinizing him, and John simply staring back at him in confusion, before understanding dawns in the giant man's eyes.

"By Merlin… Yeh are a Prewett…" He says, before he suddenly straightens, pulls out an owl, a piece of parchment and a quill, and starts to write as he sits back down on the couch. As he does this, John and Harry can only barely make out the words.

Dear Professor Dumbledore,

Given Harry his letter.

Taking him and his friend to buy his things tomorrow.

Weather's horrible. Hope you're well.

P.s. John's Prewett's alive.

Gonna take him to see Molly after buying him and Harry their things.

Hagrid

Then, he rolled up the parchment, tied it to the owl, and sent the owl out the window. As he sits back down, his eyes once again crinkle into a smile. "It's good to see yeh John. Just like Harry 'ere, the las' time I saw yeh, you was only a baby. It's good to see yeh alive and well." He greets the street rat, making said street rat cough into his hand with a slight blush.

"Well… I wouldn't say "well"." He says, making Hagrid frown slightly.

"What do yeh mean?" He asks, only for Vernon to seemingly gain his voice back and speak up once again in an attempt to stop Harry from doing anything beneficial for him.

"You! Street rat! I demand you leave my house at once! I may not be able to get this freak here to leave, but I can sure as hell kick you out!" He exclaims. Unfortunately, better men would have wavered under the glare that Hagrid gives him.

"You try anything with John 'ere, and he's not the one who's gonna be out on the street." He tells Vernon, getting something that sounds like "Mimblewimble" in return as Harry's uncle retreats against the wall in fear. Then, Hagrid turns to face John again.

"Eh, well, I guess that you kind of heard it from him… I, don't exactly have a home…" John says with a blush, never liking bringing this up, since it was the main reason he didn't have friends. He'd always become close with someone, meet their parents, and when the truth came out about how he was a street rat, the entire family would shun him. That's just the way things seemed to be around this neighborhood. Harry had been the first person who didn't care, because the two of them had similar lives. True, Harry had a roof over his head, and the occasional meal, but he was abused by the Dursley's as well.

At John's confession, Hagrid looks stricken, before a hard look comes to his eyes. "Well then, we're gonna have tah take you to live with Molly then won' we?" He asks, making John rise his eyebrow in confusion.

"Molly?" He asks, getting a smile out of Hagrid.

"Yep, Molly Weasly, born Prewett. She was the older sister of your father, Jonathan Prewett." He says, getting a shocked look from John in response.

"I… Have an aunt?" He asks in surprise, making Hagrid chuckle and nod.

"Yep, and I'd say that yer gonna have a home as well soon. But, let's get back to Harry 'ere!" He says, turning to look at the boy in question, who was smiling at John for the news that his friend had received. "Anyways – Harry, a very happy birthday to yeh. Got summat fer yeh here – I mighta sat on it at some point, but it'll taste all right." He says, pulling out a box which Harry opens to find a cake in with the words Happy Birthday Harry written in green icing. Harry looks up at him with a bright smile, making John think for a second.

"Oh! Harry I almost forgot!" He says, reaching into his pocket and handing Harry something. When Harry looks down, he can feel tears appear at the corners of his eyes. Because John had gotten him some money for himself. The Dursley's had never even given him a fifty-pence piece, and now Harry had some money to spend for himself. He sent a smile to his friend, and John placed a hand on Harry's shoulder in comfort. Hagrid watched in both joy, and confusion. Joy because Harry obviously had a good friend, but confusion because he was acting this way over money.

And then he learned about what Harry did and didn't know. Needless to say, John laughed his ass off when Hagrid gave Dudley a pig's tail. And then, the two learned the truth about Harry's parents, and Harry had to restrain John from running after the Dursley's and giving them the beating of their lives for lying about how they died. ("They lied and told you that they died in a bloody car crash! For that they should at least end up in a hospital bed!") And finally, they all went to bed, Harry to his room, with John sleeping on the couch under Hagrid's coat. Taking a while to fall asleep with the thoughts of what they would be doing the next day… Heading off to Diagon Alley.

Author's Note Part 2: Alright! I'm guessing that none of you were guessing for that to be John's full name! How many of you were surprised by that? Yes, I made it so that Molly had a younger brother. Why? Because I felt like it and because that way, Molly will still be related to Hermione. (I'm pretty sure that's what she was hoping since she met the girl, based on how she treated her when she heard the rumors that she was dating Harry in the fourth book, but whatever). Also, I'm sorry it's such a short chapter! But I want to hurry up and get to the Diagon Alley chapter! But, I may come back and edit this at some point so that it doesn't seem so rushed at the end. But, for now, I'm going to focus on writing out the next chapter, as well as my other stories. Before that, however, I'm going to answer the reviews that were left on the last chapter.

Shadowmwape:

Well, thanks for the suggestion, and I'll think about using it!

Nanettez:

First off, thank you for that, and I've made sure to go back and change it.

As for this, I say "year" because he turns eleven before them, but in reality I belive he's only about two months older than them.

As for John learning to read and the like, notice how A: He only lost his parents latter in life, so he still went to school for a short time, and B: There's a public library that I mentioned in the first chapter, meaning he can go there to read.

Finally, as stated earlier, I'm taking from the book for the last chapter, this chapter, and probably a majority of next chapter since it takes place in Diagon Alley. However, since it's from John's POV, I'll be able to change some things as well, and from next chapter on, it will be different. Thanks for telling me all this though.

War Sage:

Thanks for the review, and I'm glad to see you like it! As for the lack of Male OC x Hermione stories, I hope that by posting my own, it may get more people to write out their own.

Anime PJ:

Thanks, and yeah, I'm getting a bit more ambitious. I also agree with your statement of a lack of OC stories for Harry Potter. I mean, I've found tons, but the problem for me is that they're all about female OC's entering the story. And for me, I wouldn't be able to connect to the character, and that's what I like to read about. So unfortunately, I can't find any male OC stories for Harry Potter.

Also, thanks for the suggestion, but unfortunately, that wouldn't work well for me. This is because for me, I write out updates for stories when I'm in a certain "mood". So, such as right now, I feel in the mood to write out HP, maybe later I'll be in the mood to write out SWR, or something else. Unfortunately, I can't just go to my story that was updated the longest time ago, and update that one. As for your excitement, I hope to keep you entertained through this story, and the ones to follow!

Well, that's about it for this chapter until I come back and update it, but I hope to see more reviews! After all, I like to hear what you guys are thinking, and what suggestions/complaints/comments you have about the chapters that I put out.

But beside that, thanks for taking the time out of your day to read this, and I hope to see you next time!