Chapter 2
Everyone was lost for words with Dudley's statements. After all no-one expected Harry to receive a letter after almost ten years of complete silence, and yet there was a strange letter in Dudley's hand.
"I knew this thay would come and yet hoped to not come." Petunia said while rising from her seat.
The letter was send sealed and addressed to "Harry J. Potter" a name that wasn't said in that house, after all little Harry was rised using his mother's family name, Evans, on the hope of this day never coming.
Petunia toke the letter from Dudley and examined it, comparing it to a similar letter received from her sister all those years ago. Yes, it was the same letter, or at last it looked the same.
"How is that even possible?" Asked Vernon while alternating his look between the letter and Harry that was coming from the kitchen, curious about receiving his first letter.
"The boy showed signals. We just ignored it." Said Petunia while handing the letter to Harry.
Carefully taking the letter while fearing that it'll turn into smoke and disappear Harry looked at the apprehensive face os his family and then opened the letter.
With each line he read his confusion grew, even if he remembered his talk with Petunia abou magic year and half ago, after all it could just be a joke. But at least the letter was real and, joke or not, it was his first letter. With the end of the letter the confusion culminated. How would he reply it?
"How do I reply it?"
"Lilly's letter was replied by normal mail. But before thinking about replying it you should think if you should reply." Petunia said while eying Vernon that had a clear disgust in his face, after all it was all about strange things.
"Let the boy be. After his hair changed color it become clear for me that his strangeness couldn't be corrected. But let me be clear. I'll kos spend a cent on him outside our normal world." Vernon said with defeat in his voice but desire to made clear his disapproval of the matter.
Harry blushed after the comment about his hair, after all it had been over a year that it become clear that the color won't revert back to black and even if cut short it'll grow to shoulders length overnight, so kow it was kept in a ponytail in hope of made it behave.
"So, how do I reply this letter? What sould I write to them? And what is this owl that is mentioned at the end?"
"You should write that you accept the opportunity and will be waiting for tutoring on entering the magical world as you had being rised by non-magicals. And that owl mentioned is their way of communication." Petunia answered while looking at the boy.
A few days later someone rang the doorbell as it was expected, but what no-one expected was who rang the doorbell.
"Good morning." Said a woman in a long sleeved black dress.
"Good morning Mrs..." Answered Petunia while looking confused at the woman.
"McGonagall, Minerva McGonagall. Am I right to asume that this is the residence of Harry J. Potter?"
"Yes. I'll call him right away."
A few moments later Harry was at the living room looking confused by the looking of the woman in front of him, after all he expected something more "magical" from his new school.
"Good morning Mr Potter. Allow me to present myself. I'm Minerva McGonagall Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts. I'm here today to introduce you to the magical world. Any question?"
"Why only now?" Harry asked making McGonagall blink in confusion.
"Excuse me?"
"Why are you reaching me only now when i have being doing strange things for a while."
"It's a protocol of over hundreds years ago to just contact children of magical aptitude as they come of age for frequent Hogwarts." McGonagall said with a hint of sadness in her voice. "Anyway allow me to guide you through your first contact with the magical world."
Moments later Petunia, Harry and McGonagall where on their way to London, more precisely a place named Leakey Cauldron. There they passed straight to the backdoor and where shown how to acess the Diagonal Alley.
"Owr first stop will be af Gringots where Harry will need to acess his vault and retrieve some money for his schooling needs." McGonagall said while pointing to a white building ahead on the street.
"I have a vauly?" Harry asked with confusion by not knowing much about his own family.
"Yes, you have a vault. And if I'm not mistaken your father was wel off on his money management."
Once at the bank Harry and Petunia where apprehensive about the little cretures working there. But it didn't really mattered since they eventually colected the money necessary for the school's supplies.
With wht was suposed to be enough money for the suplies and few extras, they made thei procession through the shops, with a few extra books from Flourish and Blotts, leaving Ollivanders shop for last.
"Good morning." Said a man moving silently from behind the store.
"Good morning sir." Said a startled Harry.
"Looking for a new wand for the little boy I presume."
After receiving a non verbl confirmation te man puled a metric tape tht started to measure each and every aspect of Harry while the man started to pull long boxes from the shelves.
"Alder and drgon string, twelve inches and lightly flexible..."
Apprehensive Harry take the wand on his hand and felt his magic run through his arm and wand, but it somehow felt strange, almost s if he was wearing a cloth the wrong side and so he knew that it wasn't his wand.
"Come on. Try swing it." Said the man with expectation in his eyes.
Doing so Harry saw as a few boxes flew from the shelves before he placed the wand over the balcony. Similar things occurred with plenty others wands, each giving Harry it's own feeling of wrongness.
"Hmm. Why not." The man said thinking aloud. "Holly an Phoenix feather."
Holding the wand Harry felt a strange warmth mixed with te familir feeling of electricity running through his arm, and so he knew this was his wand. Giving a light swing he saw multi-colored sparks flowing from the tip.
"Interesting and curious, really curious." Said the man.
"What is so curious about a wand." Asked Harry with a tinge of curiosity in his voice.
"The wand chose the wizard. That is clear for those that study the wandlore. But this wand had feather that come frkm phoenix that produced only one other feather. And your wand sister produced your scar."
Not knowing what to say Harry paid for his wand and a book about wand care and leave the shop.
With everything done at the Alley they returned to Privet Drive where Harry would have to wait for his departure day.