Harry woke up like usual and got ready to make breakfast for his family and star. Star had been living with the Dursleys for just a week but already, Harry's life had seen major improvements. Star hated spending time cooped up in the mansion, so she often dragged Harry around London with their private driver making him teach her everything about life on Earth.

At first it took Harry a while to accept the fact that Star was indeed, an alien. Eventually he figured that she couldn't just be acting really well, no matter how unlikely it seemed that aliens had been living under their noses for all these years. According to Star, her kingdom, which she called Mewny, never had good relations with Earth because it was not considered to be a "civilized planet". This shocked Harry, but he considered the fact that if these people could teleport between worlds in the blink of an eye, then Earth must have seemed extremely unsophisticated.

Star pretty much spent all of her time on Earth so far by Harry's side, except when sleeping of course. She told him that he didn't really have to be her servant, her father was just paranoid about her having the best treatment possible in a foreign dimension. The Dursleys, however, refused to let Harry stop working claiming that he would "continue his duties, and fulfill all of Star's requests.

The Dursleys had quickly grown drunk with the rich lifestyle and spent the majority of their time having newly hired servants wait on them hand and foot. Dudley seemed to forget all about his prior goal in life, which was to make Harry's miserable. Now he was mostly shut up in his room playing video games on prototype consoles. He had something called an NES, which wasn't even available to the public yet. Harry went through the monotonous process of making breakfast and left two mountainous pancake piles on the table. Petunia still stayed somewhat modest in the food prospect of things. It was a wonder she could produce such a humongous child as Dudley.

Harry grabbed the last two plates and made his way to the master, where Star would probably still be asleep like she always was. Harry couldn't help but think of how innocent Star was in all of this. She still thought that Harry was actually their servant, and Harry had yet to tell her otherwise, for fear of upsetting her. As he walked up the spiral staircase, he thought of how much fun they would have today, Harry had plans to show Star what a movie was, and Raiders of the Lost Ark had just come out in theaters. Fun, the more Harry thought about it the more he pondered whether this was all just one big dream. Star had made Harry's life fun, and ended his suffering with the Dursleys. Then, Harry remembered what she had told him recently. She showed him her Hogwarts letter and explained how magic actually existed here on Earth. This "Hogwarts" was a boarding school, which meant Star would be leaving for a very long time come September. Once this happened, the Dursleys would no doubt return to their abusive ways.

Harry knocked on the door, and a few seconds later heard a faint, sleepy voice say, "Huh, oh, come in!" Harry slipped the door open and brought both plates in balanced on one arm.

"You know, you don't have to bring me my breakfast." Star said apprehensively. She still hated the idea of him being her servant, especially when he already had to take care of the Dursleys.

"It's fine, I prefer it to waiting downstairs, besides, the sooner you wake up, the sooner we can head to the theater."

"Ooh! I can't wait, hand me the plate." Star said, now more enthusiastic to get her food. Harry handed over the plate, and Star patted a spot in front of her on the bed. Harry took the seat and they began their usual conversation with Harry having to stop and explain what something meant after every other sentence. He didn't mind, at least he finally had someone to talk to.

Once they had finished eating breakfast, Star and Harry went to the bottom floor, where the private driver was waiting to take them to the theater in their new Bentley. Being rich was awesome, Star was probably used to it, but for Harry it was like luxury, because it was! The driver took them to the closest theater and Star decided to let him come along and watch too. After all he would have to wait for them anyway, he might as well get to see the movie.

Harry showed Star what popcorn was at the concessions and she asked why it had the word corn in it. Harry explained the process of making popcorn which caused Star to have a mini existential crisis.

"Oh my gosh, I NEED to tell the servants about popcorn, we love corn on Mewny!"

"Really, and you haven't discovered popcorn yet?" Harry said jokingly, "to think you guys call us less advanced."

"Hey we don't experiment with our food on Mewny, we just eat what we get."

"That sounds boring."

"Hmm, I guess so, there are so many things I can't wait to show my parents."

They then found the theater and went in, long having departed ways with the driver who happened to find one of his friends waiting in line. It's funny how things work out sometimes.

After the movie was over, Star decided she was hungry, so they went to the mall food court. As they ate Harry tried to explain how they got the pictures to move without using magic. Although, now that he thought about it, if magic existed on Earth, maybe they secretly did use magic and the entire movie industry was comprised of wizards and witches. Probably not likely. They finished eating the pizza they had gotten, which Star had said was her favorite food yet, mostly because it mixed so many different ingredients. Harry couldn't help but think she hadn't seen anything yet.

They found the driver waiting at the car like usual, and took the trip back to their mansion. As they walked into the main living room, they saw Vernon seated on the couch with a letter in his hand, appearing very red faced. Harry knew better than to ask what was wrong, but he couldn't stop Star.

"Hey, what's wrong Mr. Dursley, and is that my Hogwarts letter?"

At this, Vernon threw the letter violently into the fire, and shouted, "No! Now go to your rooms both of you!"

Harry scampered away, dragging Star by the hand, up the stairs. Once they reached her room and Harry had shut the door, Star asked, "What was that all about?"

"I don't know, he hasn't acted like that since you came.", Harry immediately realized his mistake and bit his tongue.

"Wait, what do you mean, 'since I came'?"

"Well, um, I meant to say…", as Harry scrambled for an explanation, Star put her arms on her hips and narrowed her eyes.

"I want the truth, Harry."

No reaction.

"Harry!"

"Ok fine." Harry said, now defeated. "Before you came, Vernon yelled like that a lot, and he usually threatened me if I refused to do anything."

"What?" Star exclaimed. "Why didn't you just quit, then?"

"Um, that's another thing, I'm kind of, well not actually their servant."

"No!"

"Yep."

"What are you then?"

"I'm technically their nephew, but they've never really treated me like it."

"How do they treat you?"

"That's not important right now, why do you think he had your letter?", luckily Harry's plan to redirect Star's attention worked.

"I don't know, I left my room locked.", Star then went over to her nightstand and opened the drawer to reveal the letter sitting exactly where she had put it when they moved here.

"Well, I guess he really didn't take it, but it really did look exactly like my letter."

"Why would they send another one?"

"I don't know, the first one has all the information I needed on it."

Suddenly Harry had a stray thought. What if, no it couldn't be. There was no way that letter was for him. But, why would Vernon throw it away if it wasn't for him, and why would he get so angry. Harry pushed the thought aside, figuring that it wasn't worth worrying about since the letter was already long gone.

"Beats me, but I guess it doesn't matter anymore.", Harry said.

"I guess you're right." Star said slightly put out.

The next day Harry woke up and went to go make breakfast as usual. As he reached the kitchen, however, something caught the corner of his eye. He looked to the front door and noticed a small letter had been slid through the slot. That was strange, usually the letter was delivered to the mailbox. Harry went over and picked it up. Upon examination, he realized his name was written in calligraphy across the envelope. Why would somebody send him mail? Nobody even knew he existed most of the time, and he doubted Star had such amazing handwriting, or access to a quill, which was the obvious tool used to make this letter. At that thought he remembered what Star's Hogwarts letter looked like, and the strange ink he remembered was used. This letter had identical handwriting and ink, but no, it couldn't be true.

Very carefully, Harry opened the envelope and removed a single roll of parchment. As he was about to unfold the paper and validify his hopes, he heard a very loud and obnoxious, "Boy! Unhand that letter, now!"

"But Uncle Vernon it's dedicated to me, I deserve to open it."

"Not under my roof and my rules, you don't."

"Your house? You didn't even pay for it, you used the money from Star's family!"

"The letter, NOW!"

Harry, afraid to upset Vernon any further, handed the letter over, saying, "Good luck making breakfast.", as he ran up the stairs to Star's room. He needed to tell her what just happened and what he thought it meant. He frantically knocked on the door, worried that Vernon might have pursued him up the stairs, after he thought about it, he realized Vernon probably wouldn't have that kind of stamina. Star answered the door as groggy as always and noticed Harry's panicked expression.

"What's going on?", Star asked now slightly worried.

"I got a letter this morning, it was written to me specifically, and it looked exactly like your Hogwarts letter!"

"What? That's great, was it a letter to Hogwarts?"

"Well, I don't know because Vernon took it away before I could read it. He was really mad like last night, I wonder if it's the same letter."

"I know, tomorrow you can make sure you get the letter before he does."

"Good idea, so do you want to head out? I can't stay here any longer, we'll get breakfast at a restaurant."

"Sure, let me go get ready."

As they walked down the stairs, they heard the sound of a drill down near the living room. Star was curious, but Harry didn't want to see Vernon, so they just kept going.

When they returned home, Harry was happy, knowing that tomorrow the truth would be revealed. He set his watch alarm to thirty minutes early, just in case Vernon decided to wake up earlier in anticipation of Harry's actions.

The next morning Harry woke, right as his watch went off, not the least bit tired. He dashed down the stairs and straight to the front door. Once he got there, his mood took a full 180. The mail slot had a single wooden board nailed across it. Just in case, Harry opened the door to see if there might be a letter left on the front porch. Finally, he went out to the mailbox and opened it. Harry grew frustrated at the emptiness in front of him.

Just as he was about to give up and start making breakfast, he saw it. It was next to the fireplace, that seemed odd. Harry went to open it, but that was the unfortunate moment Vernon had decided to come down the stairs. Harry resigned the letter before Vernon could utter a word.

The process repeated for a few weeks, each day more and more letters coming to the house. An oddly large amount of owls were now also occupying their property. Vernon grew more and more agitated. Eventually Harry's birthday was just around the corner. Star had plans to surprise him, and told the driver where to take them on that day. She had done some research and found a place that she just knew Harry would love. It was the one day Star had actually managed to wake up before Harry. The day before she did her best to make him breakfast but didn't know when to stop cooking the pancakes. They came out looking like lumps of coal, and with similar texture. Harry still appreciated the gesture, but as soon as Star turned her back he launched them out of his window. As they were about to leave, Vernon stopped them and called them over.

"We're going on vacation to a remote island.", he said.

"Ooh, to celebrate Harry's birthday!", she remarked, excited at the prospect of going on vacation.

"What? No of course not, we're going to escape this wretched postal service."

"Oh", Star said, now much less enthusiastic for the vacation.

When Vernon said "remote", he really meant it. The island, (which looked like more of a sandbar), was just large enough to hold a shack the size of Harry's bedroom, which was the smallest room at the mansion. There were only two rooms, so Star got one, the Dursleys got another, and Harry got the couch. As midnight rolled closer, Star came out of her room clutching a blanket. Harry saw her coming, and sat up, scooting over on the couch. Star draped the blanket over them, and asked the time. Harry told her it was 11:50. They sat in companionable silence until Harry's watch started beeping at the stroke of midnight. "Happy birthday!", Star whispered and gave Harry his first ever hug.

At that moment, the ground started shaking. Was this what hugs were like on Mewny? Harry wondered. Then, the door to the shack started shaking with loud banging sounds coming from it. Harry and Star recoiled in terror, and the Dursleys could be heard stirring from sleep upstairs. A few seconds later the door caved revealing the largest man Harry had ever seen. He was big enough to have been confused for a bear. At the same time, Vernon came down the stairs with a double barrel shotgun in hand. This was the first time Harry had actually been thankful for Vernon's presence. The man came forward into the light, showing a face with a large scraggly beard, but a kind demeanor.

"Sorry 'bout that.", he said replacing the door to its former position.

"Leave at once!", Vernon shouted, "You're breaking and entering.", he then cocked the gun, revealing that it was in fact loaded.

"Dry up Dursley, ya old prune.", the man replied, stepping forward and bending the shotgun barrel so that it now faced the roof. Out of panic, Vernon pulled the trigger, blowing a hole in the roof of the cottage, and expending his only ammo.

"Where's Harry?", the man said, having dealt with Vernon. Timidly, Harry stepped forward, unsure of the man's intentions.

"Well look at you, a bit thinner than I imagined, but a spittin' image o' yer father."

"My father?", Harry said, now peaked with interest. This man had known his father.

"O' course, got yer mother's eyes though, I'd know those eyes anywhere."

"You knew my parents?", Harry asked.

"Sure did, but I came here on Hogwarts duty, Headmaster Dumbledore says you haven't been gettin' yer letters fer some reason."

"Wait, so those really were Hogwarts letters?"

"Oh, so you did get them, must a been a mistake then."

"Well, I got them, but I didn't read them because Uncle Vernon, took them away."

The man turned back to Vernon and said, "Why would you keep it from him?", growing angry at the Dursley again.

"He'll not be going to some foolish school for freaks!", Vernon shouted.

"Freaks, I'll not be havin' your prejudice, Dursley!", Hagrid said dismissing Vernon's words. "I knew Dumbledore shouldn't have left 'im with you lot. Poor James and Lily, they didn't deserve what happened to 'em."

"If they hadn't been involved with you freaks, maybe they wouldn't have gotten themselves blown up!"

At this, Harry intervened, "Blown up? You said my parents died in a car crash!"

Hagrid rose even higher, if that was possible, "A car crash! Lily and James dyin' in a car crash! That's the dumbest thing I e'er heard."

"Wait, were my parents magic too?"

"You mean to say you don't know?", Harry shook his head. "You didn't even tell 'im about 'is parents!", Hagrid shouted.

Finally, Star said, "Oh my gosh Harry! We're going to Hogwarts together, and your parents were magic!"

"Who're you?", Hagrid asked, just noticing the colorfully dressed girl.

"I'm Star Butterfly, I'm from Mewny."

"The foreign exchange studen'? Well, that's a fine coincidence.", Hagrid said easing down a little bit. "Seeing as Dursley would refuse, would you two like ter go shoppin' fer yer school supplies with me? I've gotta make a run ter Diagon Alley and grab somethin' fer Dumbledore."

Star and Harry anxiously nodded their heads, more trusting of this man than the Dursleys who they had just discovered had been withholding this information about Harry's parents.

"My names Hagrid by the way, oh and happy birthday Harry. I brought a cake for you." He looked around, seemingly having lost the cake. "Swear I put it on the table when I walked in." He then heard a slight shuffle in the corner. Looking over he saw Dudley digging into Harry's birthday cake. Hagrid pointed his umbrella at Dudley and sparks shot out of the tip toward Dudley. Upon contact Dudley shrieked as a pig tail sprouted from his back side. Harry and Star fell into a fit of laughter as the Dursley started running around the shack in panic.

"Come on, you two.", Hagrid said leading the way outside to a boat that was waiting for them. Together, Harry and Star went off to see the magical world.