Disclaimer: I do not own HP, J. K. Rowling does, duh.

Finally, the evening had come, when Dursleys were usually going out somewhere to enjoy themselves, without Harry, of course. Sometimes they went to the cinema, sometimes to a restaurant or an amusement park, sometimes to all of them.

Harry usually didn't mind. Those places were too crowded for his tastes.

Tonight he was especially happy that they were gong away and he could have their house on his own for quite a while.

After all, he finally could read his letter. And thank god for that! The letter had been in his mind all day long and it was starting to drive him almost crazy.

"We're going now, boy! And don't you dare to do something to our house while we're away!" his Uncle called from the doorway, where he was standing, while waiting for Petunia to get ready.

"Don't worry, I won't!" he called back, a genuine smile gracing his lips.

"With you we can never be sure!" said Uncle Vernon, his voice loud enough to be heard even if there were a slightly humorous note in his tone.

Harry snorted. ""Have fun!" he called again, as he heard his Aunt muttering about "brats". She was, apparently, referring that to him.

"Hn." Was the only reply he heard, before the door closed with an audible click.

Harry waited a bit longer, just to confirm that they haven't forgotten anything and weren't coming back. A few seconds later he heard the car driving away and let out a breath, he didn't realize he had been holding, for what seemed like all day.

Harry suddenly felt relieved.

And then he took off to his cupboard where he had hidden the letter, when he had had a bit free time.

He grabbed the handle of the cupboard and with a little hesitation opened the door slowly, as if waiting the letter to jump on him.

Silly.

Finally Harry snatched the letter from under his bed, where he had thrown it, being in hurry.

It looked a bit dusty, but Harry didn't care, because it didn't look more damaged than that. He walked out of the cupboard, holding the letter in front of his, his legs bringing him to the kitchen, where the evening sunlight was shining in.

He carefully looked at the letter. It was in yellowish color, parchment, as he had thought.

Then he looked at the address and did a double take.

Mr. H. Potter

The Cupboard under the Stairs

4 Privet Drive

Little Whinging

Surrey

Harry frowned at the weird address. Sure, he was only eleven, but he wasn't stupid.

His first thought was to burn the letter and run around in circles, screaming:"Stranger Danger! Stranger Danger!"

His next thought was:"Don`t be an idiot. But this is just sooo unromantic, though a bit more creative than the usual mail. Oh, joy! I have a stalker!" he thought sarcastically.

Slightly disappointed, he just sighed, shaking his head and looked on the other side of the letter, where something more interesting was. There was a seal with four different pictures on it and with a big "H" on it.

That looked like it would bring more satisfaction to him than the front.

Harry smirked.

This looked like a good idea for a new story.

A.N. Hey! Sorry for the long wait, but I'm a bit busy, seeing as the exams are coming up. O.O

I thank to my first reviewer: Hoshi-nee-sama! Thank you! Glad you liked it.

And I'm sorry if there are grammar mistakes, but I'm, usually, typing this down at 11 p.m., because I don't have time to do it when it's day… if there are any mistakes, please point them out

Enjoy! R&R