Harry stood watching until the bird flew out of sight. 'That was odd,' he thought as the bird crested the trees. It was then he remembered the envelope in his hand. He glanced down at the envelope and read:
Mr Harry Potter
At the Forest's Edge
Little Whinging, Surrey
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Professor Minerva McGonagall sat in her office receiving the letters from the students. This was her busiest time of the year as Deputy Headmistress. First there were the letters of new First year students accepting entrance into Hogwarts; then the Third years' letters selecting their elective classes; and finally there were the Sixth year's selections of NEWT classes. In addition, she was responsible for notifying the selected prefects, Head Boy and Head Girl of their positions. In short, this all made her a very busy witch.
So the arrival of yet another owl almost went unnoticed. However this owl landed directly in front of her on the picture frame of her brother and his family.
"If you would wait in the designated spot, I shall be with you presently," she primly informed the owl.
For its part the owl merely glared at her with its wide unblinking eyes before imperiously thrusting the leg with a reply on it forward.
"Oh, very well." The witch removed the letter with the ease of long practice. She glanced down and was shocked at what she saw there.
It was a student's letter. And not just any student, but Harry Potters. The Boy-Who-Lived. The most anticipated student since the heir to the throne of England, Prince Edward V, arrived in 1481! Why was his letter being returned?
Noting the seal was opened, she opened it to see a small note in written into the margin of the letter. It read:
Hi,
Not sure if this is a prank or not but that was wicked the way you trained this owl. Never knew you could do that.
What is this about? Where is Hogwarts and why should I go there? Do you really teach magic? Is that like David Copperfield-type magic?
Harry
Professor McGonagall's shriek of horror was heard in the neighbouring professors' offices. Pomona Sprout and Filius Flitwick both arrived in short order to see what had set off their colleague. (They rather expected some prank from the Weasley twins to be honest.)
"Minerva, what is the matter?" Pomona asked as she entered.
"He… he… he doesn't know anything about Hogwarts or even magic itself!" the professor yelled as she paced back and forth.
"He who?" Filius squeaked.
"Harry Potter! Here, read it!" The Transfiguration professor thrust the paper at the half-goblin professor.
"Oh my," he exclaimed in a shocked voice. "Isn't this David Copperfield the squib that makes a living in the Muggle world as a stage magician?"
Minerva ignored the question as she continued to pace and muttered comments about Albus Dumbledore, his probable parentage, and sanitary habits under her breath.
Well, mostly under her breath. To their enjoyment her fellow two professors caught the occasional phrase.
Then she stopped and looked up. "Albus is not due back from his ICW meeting for two more days. He would probably have Hagrid or, Merlin forbid, Severus go to collect he child. I swear that that man means well but his head is so far into the clouds the lack of oxygen has killed his brain." She nodded to emphasize her point.
"Now, I think I deserve an afternoon off. I shall go visit Mr Potter and see that his questions are answered. Would you two be willing to hold things down for me here?"
Pomona agreed but Filius demurred. "Actually, I would like to accompany you if I may. Lily was in your House but she would have been my apprentice if the war hadn't gotten in the way. I find myself highly curious about how her son turned out."
Pomona smiled. "I can handle things here for the afternoon. I am ahead of schedule in the greenhouses anyway."
"Very well," Minerva agreed. "Shall we go now, Filius?"
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