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Chapter One, Owl Post
Harry Potter was sitting on his bed in the smallest bedroom of number four Privet Drive, watching absentmindedly at teh cresent moon outside that night, but he was triggered from his thoughts about the moon when seven owls came swooping down towards his closed glass window. He rushed to his window and wrenched it open. The owls flew all over the tiny bedroom, which was crammed with spellbooks, a cauldron, parchment, and other such things. Some of the owls landed on the oak desk in front of him, others on his bed. His own snowy owl Hedwig, landed atop her cage, waiting for Harry to get her letter. She was alone calm- the other owls were beside themselves- either very excited at delivering their letter to the correct addresse, or they were anxious to get their letter to him first.
He walked sleepily over to the tiniest owl you would have ever seen, Pigwidgeon. It was his best friend Ron Weasley's owl, given to him by Harry's godfather, Sirius Black, who was a convicted murder and is on the run from the Dementors. Pigwidgeon, also known as Pig, flew around in circles, as he always did. Harry grabbed him, the owl felt like a fluffy Snitch, a golden ball used in the popular wizarding sport Quidditch.
He untied the letter from its pitifully tiny leg and ripped it open.
Harry-
Happy Birthday! Hope the Muggles are treating you right- Harry snorted. The Dursleys, his only living relatives, have never treated him right. Hope you like your present.
Anyway- do you want to come and stay for the rest of summer? Dumbledore said you can. If the Muggles say yes, we'll pick you up Sunday at 5 o' clock. If the Muggles say no- well, we'll pick you up Sunday at 5 o' clock anyway. See you soon!
-Ron
Harry chuckled at Ron's words. He always knew how to make him feel better- but then again, what are friends for?
He then realised the smoke rising from his feet. A blood-red envelope had fallen from inside the other envelope. Smoke was emitting from the four corners of the envelope- it was a Howler. He recognised it instantly. Ron had gotten one from his mother back in 2nd year. He picked it up but hesitated. A Howler makes the voice inside boom at least 10 times louder than it already was. If the Dursleys woke up, he was dead meat. Praying that the Dursleys were hard sleepers, he tore open the envelope and shut his eyes tightly.
"Happy birthday to you,
Happy birthday to you,
Happy birthday dear Harry,
Happy birthday to you!"
Chapter One, Owl Post
Harry Potter was sitting on his bed in the smallest bedroom of number four Privet Drive, watching absentmindedly at teh cresent moon outside that night, but he was triggered from his thoughts about the moon when seven owls came swooping down towards his closed glass window. He rushed to his window and wrenched it open. The owls flew all over the tiny bedroom, which was crammed with spellbooks, a cauldron, parchment, and other such things. Some of the owls landed on the oak desk in front of him, others on his bed. His own snowy owl Hedwig, landed atop her cage, waiting for Harry to get her letter. She was alone calm- the other owls were beside themselves- either very excited at delivering their letter to the correct addresse, or they were anxious to get their letter to him first.
He walked sleepily over to the tiniest owl you would have ever seen, Pigwidgeon. It was his best friend Ron Weasley's owl, given to him by Harry's godfather, Sirius Black, who was a convicted murder and is on the run from the Dementors. Pigwidgeon, also known as Pig, flew around in circles, as he always did. Harry grabbed him, the owl felt like a fluffy Snitch, a golden ball used in the popular wizarding sport Quidditch.
He untied the letter from its pitifully tiny leg and ripped it open.
Harry-
Happy Birthday! Hope the Muggles are treating you right- Harry snorted. The Dursleys, his only living relatives, have never treated him right. Hope you like your present.
Anyway- do you want to come and stay for the rest of summer? Dumbledore said you can. If the Muggles say yes, we'll pick you up Sunday at 5 o' clock. If the Muggles say no- well, we'll pick you up Sunday at 5 o' clock anyway. See you soon!
-Ron
Harry chuckled at Ron's words. He always knew how to make him feel better- but then again, what are friends for?
He then realised the smoke rising from his feet. A blood-red envelope had fallen from inside the other envelope. Smoke was emitting from the four corners of the envelope- it was a Howler. He recognised it instantly. Ron had gotten one from his mother back in 2nd year. He picked it up but hesitated. A Howler makes the voice inside boom at least 10 times louder than it already was. If the Dursleys woke up, he was dead meat. Praying that the Dursleys were hard sleepers, he tore open the envelope and shut his eyes tightly.
"Happy birthday to you,
Happy birthday to you,
Happy birthday dear Harry,
Happy birthday to you!"