DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter
"I SAID GET OUT." Shouted Ken Hawthorne, throwing another journalist out of the door.
It had been like this ever since the end of John Hawthorne's first year, every journalist, reporter, interviewer etc. wanted to get a word from the 11-year-old boy that defeated the mysterious dark wizard, Rudas, someone that was able to evade the best Aurors in the Ministry. If it had been anyone else, they probably would have loved the attention, but not John, he hated the attention, he would have much rather spent his summer just hanging out with his uncle, maybe spending a little time with his new best friend, Isaac Gulls.
After throwing out the irritating journalist, Ken removed the lid off the cookie jar and took out his 2-inch-tall nephew.
"Let's hope that's the last of them for a while." Said Ken.
Ken set his nephew down on the ground before pointing his want at him.
"Reparifarge."
With that, John returned to his usual height.
"Thanks for that, those reporters are blood thirsty." Said John.
"You should have met Rita Skeeter, she would have done anything for a story, I wouldn't be surprised if her first words were a lie." Said Ken.
John took a seat at the dinner table while Ken grabbed their dinner from the oven. While Ken grabbed dinner, John's white kitten, Hecate, jumped into John's lap.
"The good news is, in about a month, you'll be back in Hogwarts and away from the press for a while." Said Ken.
"Great, I can't wait to spend time with my friends again." Said John.
"Any word from that Nightshade girl?"
The girl in question was Celestia Nightshade, who John had saved from a giant spider when attempting to hunt down the legendary Chest of Dreams.
"No, but I don't see why she would write to me."
"You saved her life, kid, I'm sure she's grateful for that."
"Celestia's more of an 'I owe you for saving me, but after that, we're square' kind of person."
The conversation was interrupted by the ringing of the phone.
"I'll get that." Said Ken.
Ken went over to answer the phone.
"Hello?"
Ken walked over to his nephew and held out the phone.
"It's for you. It's Isaac."
John took the phone, happy to hear the voice of his friend.
"Hey there Isaac."
"Hey John, how are you doing?"
"Alright, but more journalists came by today."
"Again? Do they ever stop?"
"Apparently not."
"Well, if you would like, I talked to me mum and dad, they said you can stay at mine for a few days until we get our letters about our second-year supplies."
"Um, I'll have to talk to my uncle, but that sounds great." Said John
"I heard it, I think it's fine, let me know when you get your letters and I'll pick you and Isaac up and take you to Diagon Alley." Said Ken.
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