'...Even among those Magicians with a 'Pro-Muggle' attitude the possibility that Muggles now exceed Magicans in certain areas is never considered. Tell a Magicans that Muggles have gone to the moon and they will simply look at you with incomprehension...'

Albus Dumbeldore, Attitudes towards Muggles in Modern Magical Britain

Harry Potter came awake gasping. He had dreamed of his parent's murder through the eyes of the one who killed them before, but never so clearly. Staring into his Mother's green eyes, that were a mirror of his own, as he killed her was never something he would get used to.

He was about to lie back down when a gentle knock at the door fully pulled him from the world of sleep and into the smallest bedroom of 4 Privet Drive.

'Hey?' he said quietly to the door.

His Aunt Petunia open the door 'Harry Birthday Harry, there is cake and some presents downstairs for you... you know the usual stuff.' Petunia wrung her hands nervously. 'But first a letter has come for you, its very important, come down to the living room and we can talk about it together.' She gave a weak smile and disappeared from the door frame.

Harry got up and dressed quickly, he was curious about this letter and the weird behaviour of his Aunt. His Aunt and Uncle had never treated him as a son, but he felt like they had done their best for him. He was glad he hadn't been spoilt like Dudley, who was really growing up into an absolute prick, something he felt like Petunia and Vernon was beginning to realise.

He barreled down the stairs and pushed open the living room door. While his Aunt stared out of the window, his Uncle Vernon was doing an admirable job of stuffing his face full of breakfast while simultaneously reading his copy of the Daily Mirror, while Dudley, less practiced, focused his efforts exclusively on stuffing his face.

'Happy Birthday, Harry!' Vernon said cheerfully not looking up for his paper.

'Happy Burthday, Hurry.' Dudley echoed, mouth full of food.

'Don't speak with your mouth full Dudley' Vernon clipped Dudley on the back of of the head, still not looking up.

Petunia interrupted Dudley's yelp of protest. 'I need to talk to Harry, Vernon could you and Dudley step out of the room.'

Vernon stood, suddenly looking nervous, a mirror of Petunia. 'Of course Love, lets go Dudley.'

'What! But I'm not done!' Dudley continued to protest, looking like Vernon had just told him to shoot his dog, as oppose to temporarily abandon his breakfast.

Vernon clipped him on the back of the head again. 'Come on you rotter, listen to your Mother.' He grabbed Dudley and half dragged him from the room.

Petunia sighed and sat heavily at the tabled, surrounded by the remains of two large English Breakfast's. She gestured Harry over and he sat opposite to her.

Petunia pulled a letter from beneath the table, and sat staring down at it. Harry wasn't that good at reading upside down, but he could tell that it was his name written on the letter. There was a long silence as Petunia just sat there, just as Harry was about to ask for the letter Petunia opened her mouth.

'Harry do you remember when you were younger and you told me you could talk to snakes?'

'Ahuh.' Harry did, speaking to snakes didn't seem strange to him, but according to the kids in his class, it definitely was.

'And I told you not to tell anyone, but that you shouldn't worry about it. That it was because you were... special, and that eventually you would go to a school for... special people like you and would learn about... things like about how to talk to snakes, and other things like this?'

Harry didn't see what he needed to be taught about talking to snakes, he felt like he had it pretty down, and 'Special schools' didn't have a good reputation among his classmates but he said yeah anyway.

'Well this letter is about that.' She passed it across the table to him, and Harry tore it open.

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 1 September. As you are 'Muggle Raised', one or more staff members will meet with you at your home at midday 31st July.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

Witchcraft? Wizardry? Aunt Petunia seemed like the last person in the world to try and play a practical joke on him, but Wizardry was hard to stomach.

The letter said a 'staff member', presumably a Wizard or a Witch would be here at midday on the 31st of July... which was today! Harry glanced up at the clock on the wall, 10:30!

'Hey Aunt Petunia, it says that someone from the school will be here in an hour and a half!'

'Ah... oh dear.' She paused 'Vernon!'

A few seconds later Harry's Uncle popped his head into the room.

'Some people from the school will be here at midday.'

Vernon's face fell. 'Dudley! Were going to the chippy! And then the park!' Harry heard a muffled woop through the wall. 'Good luck mate!' Vernon winked at him and then made for the front door.