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Chapter One

"Albus, wake up or you're going to be late!" My mother called from downstairs.

"Ugh. Why are you waking me up this early?" I ask, rubbing my eyes, while walking down the stairs.

"Honey. You're going to school today."

"Oh my god."

I think I just peed myself. I haven't packed one thing yet and I haven't even gone shopping.

"Albus, come over here and eat," she throws a box of old cereal on the table, "we're leaving in a half an hour."

I'm going to get murdered.

"Mom," I squeak out, "I didn't know that I would be leaving today."

"What are you telling me?"

I can just tell that she's about to flip by tone of her voice.

"I haven't packed a single thing."

Here it comes.

She simply sits down with a quill and a piece of parchment, and she scribbles quite a lot of things down.

She hands me the letter and runs upstairs, probably to try and pack my things.

I stare down at the letter. Why would she do this? Why would she send me a howler in our home?

I'm staring at it for who knows how long when my mom calls downstairs, "Please open the letter, we're leaving in ten minutes!"

I slowly open the Howle-"ALBUS PERCIVAL WULFRIC BRIAN DUMBLEDORE I DO NOT UNDERSTAND WHY YOU ALWAYS DO THIS!"

I'm going to kill myself.

The Howler continues, "YOU RUIN EVERYTHING AND THIS IS WHY YOU HAVE NO FRIENDS! WHY CAN'T YOU DO ANYTHING RIGHT?"

Most people would be like, "What mother speaks to their child like that?" but I'm not. I'm numb to anything my mother says to me because I get these howlers quite often.

"Okay, please eat now so that we can leave!" my mom ordered.

It took an hour to get to King's Cross. For the entirety of the ride my mom nagged me about my "horrible time management skills" and my "inability to do anything correctly."

I dragged my luggage up to the entrance to Platform 9 3/4.

"You first Albus," my mother said.

"Oh no, ladies first. I insist." I said happily.

Payback.

"Oh, okay." she said wearily.

She ran as fast as she could towards the wall between Platform 9 and Platform 10- or so she thought.

She collided with the wall between Platform 8 and 9. I have never laughed harder.

"ALBUS PERCIVAL WULFRIC BRIAN DUMBLEDORE!" My mom screamed over her now bloody nose.

"Yes, mother?"

"WHY WOULD YOU THINK THIS IS FUNNY? YOU'RE A HORRIBLE SON!"

"You know what mom? You're right! Well, I'll leave you and your bloody nose be! Have a great year!"

And with that I ran off towards Platform 9 3/4.