Harry's POV
My hands shook as I held the letter, the only mail i'd ever received before were report cards from school. The letter was crinkly and yellowed with old age.
I look up at the house, I knew I'd get killed by uncle Vernon if I read it without permission, but if I showed him the letter I knew he wouldn't let me read it, I slyly slipped the letter under my old baggy hand me down jacket. I walked to the house trying to contain my excitement, a letter! For me! I thought as I happily walked, trying to look normal. I stared the kitchen door, willing myself to open it, but I just couldn't, I couldn't fathom the thought of doing this everyday of every year until I was old enough, and even then I don't think Petunia and Vernon wouldn't pay for my college. This thought struck my suddenly, I wasn't athletic enough to earn a sports scholarship, and I couldn't really understand math very well. actually my bet class was chemistry for some weird reason, I liked mixing all the stuff together. Dread filled me at the thought of being stuck in this house like limbo for my life. "There's still hope" I mimed to myself half-hearted lay and reached to open the kitchen door.
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A Girl Named Harry
FanfictionYou've read fanfics, you've seen art, and you've seen the ships. But, in this gender bent fanfic of the popular novel Harry Potter, Harry is no longer the boy who lived, SHE is the girl who lived. Hogwarts was her escape from the awful people she's...
