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Harry Potter was back at Privet Drive this very night, writing his friends a few letters and Snape. Wanting to know how their summers were, telling his summer. Wishing he was back at Hogwarts. It would be nice for him to stay there forever. To Snape, he asked how his potions were going and what he would teach this semester. He thought about what else to write, looking through the potion master's letters that had been sent. His letters this time are about himself more than potions. Which Harry was grateful for. Now he has something more to write back to.
Dear Mr. Potter,
My summer has been somewhat relaxing without worrying about classes. I have been getting used to a certain someone coming in after-hours, though.
S. Snape
Harry laughed at that part. 'Guess he is missing me?'
Having a smile on his face, he wrote another letter to his teacher. Feeling as if he had a special bond with this man.
Dear Professor Snape,
Currently, I am writing to you after hours so the Dursleys' don't catch me writing to a magic folk. I am doing the same things with my friends.
I have been thinking about the second year and how crazy that all was. Hopefully, the third year will be more of a normal school year without having to deal with any more craziness.
The exam you gave me for the summer is all completed; I will bring it to you when I see you this coming semester.
H. P
He got Hedwig out of her cage, giving her the piece of letter, saying to bring it to Severus Snape at Hogwarts. Opening the window to let her out. Keeping the window open for the owl's return, Harry slipped underneath his covers, bringing a textbook and his wand. Chatting the words Lumos Maxima, lighting up his room for a few seconds before it went out. "Lumos Maxima," he whispered, a light appeared brighter this time, burning out again, "Lumos Maxima." Harry heard the footsteps of his uncle, quickly pretending to be asleep. His door opened, and the light went on; a sleepy Vernon Dursley stood there, looking around before going out of the room, slamming the wood. Harry looked over before resuming the magic, "Lumos Maxima," only a little light shone this time, "Lumos Maxima," again the little light went out. "Lumos Maxima!" The room lit up with a white light. Quickly pretending to sleep again as Uncle Vernon returned the second time, turning on the light. Perhaps he is hearing things? As he closes the door once again.
The next day Hedwig came back with a paper in her beak. Harry quickly unfolded it while giving his bird a treat. Smelling it before reading. It was the smell of an interesting potion, 'Probably was brewing while writing to me?'
Dear Mr. Potter,
It is a wizard school; there will always be some craziness. I look forward to seeing your answers to the exam. Today is an interesting day; it is the day your mother and I met.
S. Snape
There were some droplet stains on the paper, 'Perhaps he was writing this to me in the rain?' He had a feeling it was tear stains, 'Today must be a hard day for him?' well, he can understand why; today was the anniversary of his teacher and his mother meeting for the first time. 'Oh, Snape...' Harry quickly wrote back, finding some words to comfort his teacher with.
Dear Professor Snape,
I wish on this day, of all days, I could be there for you. Maybe one day you can tell me stories about that day?
H.P
He gets out a rich chocolate bar from his desk that he had stolen from Dudley. As he rolls the letter and gives it to Hedwig, he puts the chocolate bar between her talons. "Give both to Severus Snape, please." The owl flew out the window, heading back towards Hogwarts.
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It was early evening when the doorbell rang three times, "Harry, Harry, Harry! Open the door…" his Aunt ordered.
Harry reluctantly opened it; Uncle Vernon's sister Marge handed him her dripping umbrella from the outside rain. Aunt Marge and a ferocious bulldog named Ripper walked inside, heading into the living room to greet Aunt Petunia; the dog started growling at her, jumping at her hand, trying to bite it.
"Uncle Vernon, I need you to sign this form?" his nephew was hoping.
"What is it?"
"Nothing...it is school stuff."
"Later perhaps, if you behave," his uncle replied back.
"I will if she does," Harry warned.
Aunt Marge looks over at the boy, "Oh...you still here, are you?"
"Yes?"
"Don't say yes, in that ungrateful way," She barked, handing Ripper's leash to Aunt Petunia, "Good for my brother to keep you." Looking at her brother, "He would have been sent straight to an orphanage...if he was dropped at my doorstep, Vernon."
Harry gaped at that, wanting to tell her he much rather live there than the Dursleys. Uncle Vernon didn't know what to think of that or how to react. Turning to his nephew as Aunt Marge hugs Dudley, excited to see him. "Take Marge's suitcase upstairs," he hissed.
While going upstairs to bring Marge's suitcase to the guest, the young teen checked his own room to see if Hedwig was back yet. She wasn't back yet, but Ron's owl was perched on his window seal. Harry went to get the letter tucked in Errol's beak, giving him a treat in return. Unfolding the letter, he read.
Hello Harry,
My summer has been a great one, we took a trip to see my brother Charlie, and I was amazed at how well he trains the dragons there; you should come with us sometime to see for yourself.
How is your summer holding up by the Dursleys?
Ron Weasley
Harry will answer Ron later on tonight. Right now, it is time to head back downstairs for dinner with his loathing family, mostly Aunt Marge. She is worse than her brother, which is hard to imagine.