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Mr H. Potter
Guest Room
Linweald House
Village of Linweald
Gloucestershire
With one last glance at James, Harry opened the letter and began to read the first page.
HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore (Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)
Dear Mr Potter,
We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
A dozen more thoughts flew through Harry's head. There was an entire school, and entire society of people like him.
Harry flipped to the second page, and found the strangest school supply list he'd ever seen.
HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY
Uniform First-year students will require:
1. Three sets of plain work robes (black)
2. One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear
3. One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)
4. One winter cloak (black, silver fastenings)
Please note that all pupils' clothes should carry name tags
Set Books All students should have a copy of each of the following:
The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1) by Miranda Goshawk
A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot
Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling
A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch
One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida Spore
Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger
Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander
The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection by Quentin Trimble
Other Equipment
1 wand
1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)
1 set glass or crystal phials
1 telescope
1 set brass scales
Students may also bring an owl OR a cat OR a toad
PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST-YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICKS
"This is a lot," Harry finally said after he finished reading.
"Feeling overwhelmed?" James asked.
"A little," Harry admitted.
"You can ask me anything you want, any time you want," James told him
"Thank you," he said softly.
"I brought you some books that'll explain more about our world, better than I can," James said. "And you don't have to wear them, but I brought some clothes more like what wizards wear."
Harry assured him he was okay and just wanted to be alone to get his thoughts together, and maybe flip through some of the books.
When he was alone, with just his thoughts, Harry laid down on the bed and let the tears fall. While it was a relief, in a strange way, to know he wasn't alone, that others out there could do what he did, it was worse to know he hadn't been wanted.
If he knew anything, it was that parts of James' story made no sense. For as long as Harry could remember, he'd had magic. There was no way anyone could have missed that. James hadn't wanted him, chose his brother over him. He'd only been brought back into their family because of the letter. James hadn't had a choice in that, Harry was as sure of it as he was in Morgan's loyalty to him.
After some time wallowing, Harry noticed just how silent the house was. The ever present hum of electricity was completely absent. There was no overhead light, instead flames danced in the fireplace and in sconces around the walls. Overhead was a chandelier with candles burning on it, though no drops of wax fell to the carpets on the floor.
The clothing James brought him had fallen to the floor. Harry picked them up and looked to his own clothes. The ill-fitting rags swallowed him, making him appear even smaller than he already was. He looked through the clothing, a pair of plain brown trousers, with hidden buttons and no zipper, a plain white shirt. The shirt had no stains or torn hem, and was as soft as butter in his hands. There was a brown jacket with gold detailing in a similar style to the one James wore.
For a moment, he weighed the chances of consequences. Then he grabbed the clothes and made his way to the bathroom. It was larger than the Dursley's, and the bathtub called to him. He got the water as warm as he wished for once. The bath had been stocked with shampoo and soap in little glass bottles. They smelled of herbs, and Harry relished in their scent.
It was the most luxurious thing he'd ever experienced. By the time he climbed out, his fingers and toes had wrinkled up. And the towels felt like clouds wrapping around him. The clothes were odd, a little loose, but they fit much better than Dudley's old clothes ever had.
He threw the rags into the fireplace, never wanting to see them again. Even if he had to wear this one thing for the rest of his life, he would never go back to the ill fitting rags.
With nothing left to do, Harry turned his attention to the books James left. Beyond the personal implications, there was a lot James said that he didn't understand. Words and concepts that were completely foreign to him.
He made camp at the desk with the books James left and his notebook. He filled a whole page with things from just the school letter and his conversation with James alone.
What do they mean by await my owl?
What is Side-Along?
What was the war about?
What is a Dark Wizard?
Who was the traitor?
There was an entire list of the titles that followed the name Albus Dumbledore.
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