letters {DISCONTINUED}!!!!!!!

Chapter 3

The next morning, the Dursleys hastily departed for a long-awaited month-long vacation, leaving behind their nephew, Harry, without a second thought. Uncle Vernon, in his usual gruff manner, warned Harry to complete all his chores or face severe punishment upon their return. As they locked the front door, they made sure to remove all the food from the house and even took the credit card they typically left for Harry's shopping needs. Left alone, Harry found solace in his small cupboard, where his loyal owl, Hedwig, perched beside him, offering comfort. "I don't know what's wrong with me, Hedwig," he said. "I'm so weak and tired, and I can barely cast a spell."

Hedwig hooted sympathetically.

"I think I need to go to Gringotts," Harry said. "Maybe the goblins can help me."

Hedwig hooted again.

"I know it's a risk," Harry said. "But I don't have any other choice." Days turned into weeks, and Harry's body began to deteriorate. Although he had experienced physical exhaustion in the past, this time it felt different. The weakness he felt was unlike anything he had ever experienced before. Harry had gone without proper meals for extended periods before, but this time, it seemed as if his body was shutting down completely. To make matters worse, his magical abilities, which had always been a source of strength and comfort, felt feeble and almost non-existent. Determined to find answers, Harry decided to seek help from the goblins at Gringotts, the wizarding bank.

With a respectful bow, Harry greeted the goblins at the entrance of the grand white building. As he stepped inside, he couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and anticipation. The goblins, known for their meticulousness and efficiency, were renowned for their ability to solve even the most complex magical problems. Patiently, Harry waited for the teller to attend to him, hoping that they would be able to shed some light on his deteriorating condition and help him regain his strength and magic once again. Harry walked up to the teller at Gringotts and bowed respectfully.

"Good morning," he said. "I need to see Griphook."

The goblin looked at Harry suspiciously. "And why would you need to see Griphook?" he asked.

"I'm not feeling well," Harry said. "I think something might be wrong with my magic."

The goblin's eyes widened. "Your magic?" he repeated. "That's a serious matter. Come with me."

The goblin led Harry through a series of tunnels and corridors until they reached Griphook's office. Griphook was sitting at his desk, counting a pile of gold coins.

"Griphook," the goblin said. "This young man says that there's something wrong with his magic."

Griphook looked up at Harry. "Is that true?" he asked.

"Yes," Harry said. "I've been feeling weaker and weaker every day, and my magic is almost gone."

Griphook stood up and walked around his desk. He took Harry's hand and examined his palm.

"I can see that you are weak," Griphook said. "And your magic is indeed feeble. But I cannot tell what is wrong with you without further examination."

"What do you need me to do?" Harry asked.

"I need you to give me a blood sample," Griphook said.

Harry nodded. "Alright," he said.

Griphook pricked Harry's finger with a needle and collected a small sample of his blood. He then put the blood in a vial and examined it closely.

After a few minutes, Griphook put the vial down. "I've never seen anything like this before," he said. "Your blood is being depleted of its magical properties."

"What does that mean?" Harry asked.

"It means that you are slowly losing your magic," Griphook said. "If we don't find a way to stop it, you will eventually become a Squib."

Harry's heart sank. He couldn't imagine his life without magic.

"Is there anything you can do to help me?" Harry asked.

"I'm not sure," Griphook said. "But I will try my best."

Griphook sat down at his desk and began to research the condition. Harry watched him anxiously, hoping that he would find a way to save his magic.

After a while, Griphook looked up from his research. "I think I may have found something," he said. "There is an ancient potion that is said to be able to restore lost magic. However, it is very dangerous to brew and even more dangerous to drink. If there is any mistake, it could kill you."

"I'm willing to risk it," Harry said. "I can't live without my magic."

Griphook nodded. "Very well," he said. "I will begin brewing the potion immediately. But it will take several days to complete."

Harry thanked Griphook and left his office. He felt a little bit of hope for the first time in days. He knew that the potion was dangerous, but he was willing to do whatever it took to save his magic.

Harry returned to Gringotts a few days later to collect the potion. Griphook was waiting for him in his office.

"The potion is ready," Griphook said. "But as I warned you, it is very dangerous. Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Yes," Harry said. "I'm sure."

Griphook handed Harry a small vial containing the potion. "Drink this," he said.

Harry took a deep breath and opened the vial. The potion smelled foul, but he drank it without hesitation.

The potion immediately began to work. Harry felt a surge of power through his body. His strength returned, and his magic came back stronger than ever before.

"Thank you, Griphook," Harry said. "You saved my magic."

Griphook nodded. "You're welcome," he said. "Now go and use your magic wisely."

Harry left Gringotts and walked out into the street. He felt like a new person. His magic was back, and he was stronger than ever.