He had wondered why he wasn't getting any mail from his friends all summer. They what? "If you do not arrive at Gringotts within 48 hours of opening this letter to speak with us about your status as an adult, your inheritance, your marriage contract, your parent's estate, and whatever else we can think of that sounds important, an officer will be dispatched to collect you by force." We have sent you a dozen letters by owl and you have yet to respond to any of them," Harry read aloud. Potter, we are pleased to inform you that you have received an official summons regarding your recent emancipation during the Triwizard Tournament held during the last Hogwarts school year. Opening the folded paper, Harry sat down in his old chair and started reading. Should his uncle actually barge in and try to hurt Hedwig, Harry would just threaten him with Sirius. Not once, however, did his uncle come into his room to check if he was obeying, and after two weeks Harry let his friend out to stretch her wings. If Harry didn't follow this command, Vernon said he would turn the bird into a tacky hat. When Harry had exited Platform Nine and Three-Quarters at the end of his fourth year, Vernon had given him the same speech about keeping Hedwig locked in her cage while he was there for the summer. He gently ran his fingers over her forehead, smiling when she leaned into his touch. He wasn't concerned about her drawing blood. Harry felt a light poke when her talons dug in for a second so she could get her balance. Hedwig, his wonderful snowy owl familiar, flew over and landed on his shoulder. Enjoying yourself?" Harry affectionately asked. Whatever the case, it was the perfect opportunity to read the letter now, instead of later.Īn excited chirp greeted him when he entered his bedroom. She'd mentioned something at breakfast about a new book she 'couldn't get enough of' or some such thing. He didn't have to worry about bothering anyone upstairs at the moment Dudley was off with his gang doing gang things, and Aunt Petunia was with her book club for the fourth day in a row this week. Peaking his head into the living room to make sure his uncle was still engrossed with his football match, Harry shuffled up the stairs as quietly as possible.
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Not as good as License To Kill, but what Bond film was? Inside was a folded piece of parchment with the words For Your Eyes Only written on it. What could Gringotts want that they couldn't send by owl? Setting the rest of the mail on the dining table, Harry quickly tore the wax seal and opened the discolored envelope. Electric bill, water bill, a credit card offer, an offer to finance a vehicle he wouldn't be able to afford, a letter from an ultra-wealthy politician asking for donations, and… an official letter addressed to him from Gringotts. Going through the mail yielded the same boring post as usual. Vernon was distracted in the living room watching a football match between Manchester United and Not Manchester United, growling threats of breaking the telly when Manchester lost control of the ball. The air conditioning felt divine on his sweat-covered face and arms. Standing up and brushing the dirt off his baggy pants, he went inside and walked into the dining room. Harry didn't bother wishing the man a good day back, though he was glad for an excuse to get out of the heat.
There's even something for you," the mailman replied, handing over six envelopes. "It's crap and I'm worried about getting a heatstroke," Harry answered with a scowl. Bugger of a day, isn't it?" The nondescript and unimportant mailman asked, grinning as if he'd just bit into a lemon.
His thoughts on logic paradoxes aside, the sound of footsteps behind him caused Harry to look up. Harry supposed the fact he had magic prevented this, or perhaps it was because he ate regularly while attending Hogwarts. One would think that constantly being starved by his abusive relatives would leave him as stunted and underdeveloped as an anorexic hamster, but he was somehow just slightly skinny and of average height for his age. A threat of being denied lunch or dinner, again, sent him out the door faster than that cartoon American bird. He'd asked if it was alright to wait until later in the day when the sun began to dip, but his uncle's face turned purple and the veins in his neck bulged in response. Harry was barely given four minutes to eat the leftovers from the breakfast he'd cooked before he was told to start his chores. Harry James Potter miserably pulled another weed out of the garden that ran underneath the front windows. Chapter 1: The Obligatory Gringotts Summons
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