After breakfast Harry set out, not even bothering with Petunia demanding that he had chores to do, he knew she couldn't enforce them with them fearing to touch him after the incident with Vernon two years ago. He was clothed in his training suit, planning on jogging around the village to keep in shape after reading that strange letter. He went to the playground and sat down on one of the swings, taking out the letter. He opened it, breaking the seal with four animals in four quarters surrounding the letter H. When he started reading his eyes grew bigger.
Magic? After getting over his first shock, he now had the answer to his strange power. He was a wizard. Hm, that offered chances. Obviously the Dursleys feared magic, as they had to have known about him being magical, their behaviour made no sense otherwise after all, one or both of his parents had to have been magical as well. Probably his mother for sure. Petunia was his mother's sister. He needed more information on this. He had two weeks until he had to decide if he would attend this school, Hogwarts, or not. He also had worked really hard for his education and the chance to get a scholarship to a renowned school. Would he just give that up? Otherwise, this power offered so many chances. Wouldn't his goals be easier to reach with magic? Where could he get that kind of information? And what did they mean they awaited his owl? Did they really use owls?
He put the letter away and started his training. No matter what he decided, he still needed to keep fit. One hour later he returned to Privet Drive and went showering. In the beginning of his training Petunia had tried to refuse letting him shower so often, but after a few days of not showering and training, she couldn't take the smell and allowed him to shower after training. Once he was done, he put on his second training suit, the two training suits he had were the only clothes his size he had, put the used one into the laundry and pondered over the letter. Best would be to get somebody to inform him about the wizarding school. He wrote a response.
Dear Professor McGonagall,
I was really surprised by your letter, which informed me of having been accepted to a magical school. Still, I am a bit sceptical as I have always been told magic doesn't exist by my relatives. I can somewhat believe that I have magic, there were some strange incidents in my past, but before I accept the offer, I would like more information. Please send me information on Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and magic in general so that I can make an informed decision. I have been offered several scholarships to renowned schools all over England and want to make sure this will be my best option.
Yours sincerely
Harry Potter
He was satisfied with his letter and went outside again to see if there really was an owl waiting for him. Soon he spotted a grey owl sitting in a beech tree. He walked up to it, thinking himself a bit silly, but this was not normal. Owls were normally nocturnal and slept during the day.
"Are you going to take my letter to Hogwarts?" He asked the owl, getting a nod and the owl took his letter in her beak. "Thanks." Harry said and the owl took off.
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Many miles north, hidden in a secluded part of Scotland, Minerva McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry was planning her schedule for the next few days. The new muggleborn students needed to be introduced to the wizarding world. There were about ten in the new year. This needed to be done the right way to make sure most of them came to Hogwarts and learned how to properly control their talents. Another owl just swooped inside, landed on the stand next to the desk and let a letter drop at her desk. Then the owl flew away again to the owlery. She took the letter that had just arrived and looked at the sender. Harry Potter. She quickly opened the letter and started reading. What she read made her frown. Why didn't Harry know about magic?
She thought back to the day he was left on the doorstep of his relatives' house. She knew she should have protested more. Harry Potter not knowing anything about magic was unthinkable. And he was pondering if he should attend Hogwarts? That should have been no question at all. She decided she needed to take care of this issue herself immediately. She stood up from her chair and walked out of her office. Once she was outside the protective wards around the school she disapparated to Little Whinging.