Chapter 1 : Frogs and Floss
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Drive. If the people in the surrounding houses had been awake at that hour of the night,
and had it not been a new moon, they might have been surprised to a snowy white owl
battling its way through the wind toward the house. What on earth was an owl doing
there, in that rain, at that time of night? Such things just didn’t happen on Private Drive.
But there was one person who was wide awake, and had been expecting the owl for some
“Hedwig!” Harry cried, throwing open the window to let the bird in. “I thought you’d
never make it tonight, with the rain and all.” The owl nibbled at his ear affectionately as
he untied the parcels she was carrying.
This summer had been the worst so far for Harry. Not only did he have to deal with his
aunt, uncle, and horrible cousin, but now the closest person to being real family, his
godfather, was dead, and he was left with the unshakeable knowledge that it was all his
fault. He had the entire summer, which he spent mostly alone in his room, to brood about
that and to worry about his eventual confrontation with Voldemort. In fact, the only
things that lifted his gloomy demeanor were letters from his friends.
“Let’s see what you’ve brought me, then.” Harry began to unwrap the parcels and set
them on the desk in front of him. “Now, where has that flashlight gone to?” But his
search was cut short by a light tapping on the window. Harry opened the window to find
another owl, which he brought in out of the rain. This one was grey, with large,
penetrating eyes. After Harry retrieved the note from the owl’s leg, it promptly took off
and flew back out the window.
“Maybe this is it!” he thought to himself, while still rummaging around for the flashlight.
Four weeks earlier, he sent letters to the members of his illegal defense against the dark
arts group asking them whether or not they wanted to continue the group. The response
was overwhelming: everyone who replied was for it. In fact, everyone had replied with
the exception of one particular Ravenclaw entering her fifth year.
But even as he turned on the flashlight and read the address, he knew that it was not sent
by Luna Lovegood. Thinking back to their conversation during the end of the year
banquet, he let out a small sigh of disappointment. The envelope was addressed to “Mr.
Harry Potter,” and written with vaguely familiar narrow handwriting. Harry opened it up
I hope that your summer has been peaceful so far,
considering the events which conceived it. I am writing to
inform you that in addition to your normal classes this
coming year, you will be receiving dueling lessons from me
twice weekly. Please account for this when scheduling
Quiddich practices and D.A. meetings.
“So he does want us to continue with that,” Harry breathed before
Congratulations on your O.W.L. scores and good luck with
your upcoming responsibilities this year.
Albus Percieval Wulfric Brian Dumbledore
Headmaster, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
“Additional responsibilities?” Harry began, but then suddenly remembered: the prophecy.
Either he would have to kill Lord Voldemort or be killed. “Well, at least now I get
Dumbledore’s help,” he thought, before turning to the parcels.
The first was from Ron. Harry could tell because of the uniquely terrible handwriting
that littered the front. After opening the parcel he took out and read the letter, written in
similarly poor handwriting.
Don’t worry, we’ll be coming to get you soon, so you won’t
be spending much more time with the muggles. I probably
won’t be there, but I’m sure my dad will be going, says he
wants to ask the muggles about the “Compoder” or
something. I’ll never understand it. Anyway, thought
you’d enjoy these. Don’t let the muggles get you down.
Harry emptied the contents of the parcel on his bed to find a dozen or so
chocolate frogs. Smiling to himself, he picked up the letter from the
We’re hoping that you’re feeling better since your last
letter. Your cousin Dudley sounds terrible, but you can’t
go losing your temper like that.
The image of Dudley running around the kitchen after their last fight, screaming his head
off because of the wings that had suddenly sprouted from his piggish back returned to
Harry’s mind. He had to work hard at stifling a loud chuckle as he returned to the letter.
We’ll be getting you soon. Dumbledore says that you’ll
probably be staying with Lupin at Grimmauld Place for a
while, but don’t worry, we’ll be getting there a couple days
after you. Enjoy this; hopefully it will help combat Ron’s
True to her nature, Hermione had enclosed a toothbrush and dental floss. Harry could not
help but laugh as he thought about the letter. Seconds later, he sobered up when he
remembered where he would be staying. Of all the places in the world, Grimmauld Place
was one of the few in which he would less rather stay than at the Dursleys’. It brought
back too many painful memories of Sirius, and the thought of being abandoned there with
that filthy, evil elf, Kreacher, was almost too much.
“It won’t be so bad, though,” Harry thought. “At least Lupin will be there. He’s always
been nice to me.”
Harry sat back down on his bed, opened up one of the chocolate frogs and examined the
Co-founder of Hogwarts
One of the greatest wizards of all time, Godrick Gryffindor
is best remembered as one of the founders of the Hogwarts
School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Gryffindor was known
for his bravery and chivalry.
On the other side was a picture of a handsome, tall man wearing a hat and carrying a
sword. He had dark blonde hair and green eyes, which looked around the picture, then up
at Harry. He seemed a rugged sort of man, up for a challenge.
“Where dwell the brave at heart…” Harry muttered, growing drowsy. The rain pounding
on the rooftop was relaxing, lulling him to sleep. He dropped the card on the ground, but
was asleep before it landed.
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