𝗗𝗢𝗡'𝗧 𝗦𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗞¹⁻⁷ [HARRY POTTER X Y/N]

𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝖾𝖾: 𝖺 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅 𝗈𝗇 𝖺 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇

"you're really pretty though"

𝘼 𝙂𝙞𝙧𝙡 𝙊𝙣 𝘼 𝙏𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙣 | 𝖳𝖧𝖱𝖤𝖤
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HARRY POTTER had experienced the unimaginable in only a short period of time. Owls stormed the Dursleys' house, met a giant, learned that he was a wizard, saw a brick wall open, and met a strange girl who's name was very familiar to him.

After he got home, he knew the Dursleys would lock him up for good this time and throw away the key, but to his amazement they steered clear off his path. Of course, they had their moments where they treated him poorly, but it was no different from before, the usual insults that's all.

Harry continued reading his textbooks for his classes through out the rest of the summer and got more excited each day to attend Hogwarts. He kept in his new room with his owl for company. He found the perfect name for Hedwig in a History of Magic book. He hoped he hadn't dreamed all of the events or simply imagined it all in his head, because he didn't think he could continue living with the Dursleys any longer.

On the last day of August he thought he'd better speak to his aunt and uncle about getting to King's Cross station the next day, so he went down to the living room where they were watching a quiz show on television. He cleared his throat to let them know he was there, and Dudley screamed and ran from the room.

"Er - Uncle Vernon?"

Uncle Vernon grunted to show he was listening.

"Er - I need to be at King's Cross tomorrow to - to go to Hogwarts."

Uncle Vernon grunted again.

"Would it be all right if you gave me a lift?"

Grunt. Harry supposed that meant yes.

"Thank you."

He was about to go back upstairs when Uncle Vernon actually spoke.

"Funny way to get to a wizards' school, the train. Magic carpets all got punctures, have they?"

Harry didn't say anything. Just go back up, he thought, but Uncle Vernon spoke again.

"Where is this school, anyway?"

"I don't know," said Harry, realizing this for the first time. He pulled the ticket Hagrid had given him out of his pocket. "I just take the train from platform nine and three-quarters at eleven o'clock," he read.