Prologue
Harry had never gotten a letter before.
Vernon and Petunia were watching the telly like always. Harry never understood the appeal. After all, what's the point in sitting down and watching people talk to animals or whatever when you could walk outside and do it yourself? The Dursley's couldn't do that, of course, but it was still a waste of time.
The letter was addressed to him, but who could it be from?
Dudley was outside, playing with his friends. Harry had never approved of those boys - if they could even be counted as boys with the way they seemed to enjoy being animals more - but they were perfect for Dudley's level.
The handwriting was fancy, and the paper was richly thick.
Harry was glad that he didn't have to speak to them anymore. He didn't quite understand what he had done to them - the Dursley's. They just did whatever he wanted them to, but he didn't even have to say it. It had to be some sort of mind control.
Harry ripped open the letter.