Boy who loved magic
Witches and Wizards? No this has got to be a joke, Harry thought. There is no such thing as Wizards, right? That was just something you'd read about in books or see in movies.. but it couldn't hurt to write back, maybe asking for an explanation? He'd have to wait until later though, he was supposed to be going to the park with Dudley, he could sneak away to the library or something. They always had a colouring area, he could write a letter there.
It was around 10am when he was next allowed out of his room, during the time alone he'd spoken to his snake about what they could do.
He got changed into some shorts and a shirt, they were his best clothes. The shorts were old and stained, covering most of his legs. You would think they were trousers. His shirt wasn't in any better shape, but it was all he had. The Dursleys would never dare spend any money on a freak like him.
He walked slowly behind Dudley and his group of friends, hoping they would continue to ignore him. He knew they would want to play 'Harry Hunting', it was their favourite game. Harry just hoped he could run fast enough. He must have jinxed himself, because as soon as he thought he was safe the chase began.
He ran as fast as his could, his heart pounding in his chest as he passed street after street. His legs ached, over the years he had gotten pretty good at running. He could see them slowing down behind him, but he couldn't stop. He knew if he did they'd just speed up again, they wouldn't stop so he couldn't. It was then he saw the library, he knew Dudley was just about to come round the corner. He made it to the library just in time, his back leaned against the wall inside as he watched Dudley and his gang passed by because why would Harry hide in a library?
His back leaned against the wall, his legs shaking, threatening to give up as he was trying to catch his breath. It took him a couple minutes to recover, but after that he went up to the desk.
The librarian was an older woman, maybe in her late 50s, she kind of looked like Petunia with her pinched face and look of distain. "Now what do you need?" She looked at him judgingly, probably thinking he was here to make trouble.
"I'm sorry miss, but could you point me to the kids section?" He asked, looking up at her innocently, blinking his eyes for the effect.
She crumbled. They always did. "Of course, sweetheart, it's just over there." She said, pointing over at a small section with a few bookcases. "If you need anything just ask."
"Thank you miss!" He said gratefully, making his way over to the section. He went over to the small kids section, sitting around the table as he grabbed a piece of paper and a black pen.
To whom it concerns,
I will be present on September 1st if this is not a joke, though I request a guide to get my things. I did not know of my status as a wizard until now and I do not know where I would require these items.
Yours sincerely,
Harry Potter
Once he'd finished the letter he'd noticed a weird bird outside, it was an owl! It seems the thing had been following him since he'd left. He folded the letter and gave it to the owl, who gave him a hoot before flying off.
He waited days for a response, but when there was none he thought it must've been a joke. He went on with his day, making breakfast and cleaning for the Dursleys, this was before there was a weird knock on the door.
"GO GET THAT, BOY!" Vernon spat from the couch, Harry sighed, quickly complying.
It was a large man, he was dressed quite strangely as well. "Sorry sir, we don't want what you're selling." He said before going to close the door in the man's face, though it was stopped by the man's foot.
"Hey 'arry! Trickster like yer father? Been too long since I last saw yer." The man huffed out a laugh, inviting himself in. "Quite small this house, aye?"
Harry stood their awkwardly. "How do you know who I am?" He asked, before Petunia came storming up.
"We don't want your kind here! We vowed when we took the boh we'd make a stop to this nonsense!" She yelled, Harry froze.
"You knew! You knew I was a wizard and didn't tell me! How could you gide this from me?!" Harry yelled, outraged.
"YOU SHOULD BE GRATEFUL I SAVED YOU FROM THAT! Your no good mother going off to that wizardung school and getting herself killed in some war! I had to raise you, I did EVERYTHING and this is how you repay me!"
"War.. You said they were drunks! That- That they died in a car accident!" Harry stumbled over his words, not knowing what to say. How could they hide this from him?
"LILY AND JAMES DRUNKS?! That boys parents were heros! Don't listen to 'em 'arry, they died to save you. They loved you." Hagrid said, the man seemed absolutely furious, Harry curled in on himself.
"I am taking him to get his stuff. The boys going to hogwarts." Hagrid said, taking Harry and leaving before Petunia could say anymore.
They spent their way to the alley talking about his parents and the wizarding world, though it seemed Harry got compared to James a lot more than Lily, which he loved to hear but wished he knew more about his mother.
Once they walked into the pib he was overwhelmed by how many people in there, a man caleld Tom stopped to talk to Hagrid.
"Aye Harry, this is Quirrell, hes the miggle studies teacher at hogwarts. Though I'm sure yer wont need that class."
"Pleasure to meet you, Mr Potter." The man said, making the room fall silent.
'Potter? As in Harry Potter?' All hell broke loose, people trying to meet and shake Harry's hand.
"Sorry folks, but 'Arry and i got some shopping to do." Hagrid said, noticing how uncomfortable Harry was feeling and rushed them out of the pub and to the wall. He finally stepped into the alley. Harry was in awe, he was instantly hit by the beauty of magic. It felt so light and homely, like he was finally somewhere he belonged.