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Chapter 1

Right now, 13 years old Harry Potter is in a small bedroom right above The Leaky Cauldron.

He was sitting on a old wooden rocking chair, thinking about all the events that have happened in he past week.

First, he left his uncle aunt's house after blowing up his uncle's sister.

Second, as he walked out in the middle of the night, a black dog had a look of wanting to kill Harry. But he was saved by a purple bus, which brought him here.

"Thanks Merlin the minister didn't expel me for what happened to Marge." Harry thought as he stood up and walked over to a little table that was right next to the bed.

The Daily Prophet was laid open to the front page. The picture on the front showed a happy family
standing in front of the pyramid of Giza. There is a little girl in the picture that Harry kept looking at. She went to Hogwarts last year as well just like her six brothers , but her first year was different from them, not in a good way.

Her smiling face in picture, stared at Harry which made him smile too. Beside the Daily Prophet, there was a letter from his best friend that he received few days ago.

Days passed.

Harry woke on the last day of the holidays, thinking that he would at least meet Ron and Hermione tomorrow, on the Hogwarts Express. He got up,
dressed, went for a last look at the Firebolt, and was just wondering where
he'd have lunch, when someone yelled his name and he turned.
"Harry! HARRY!"

They ere there, both of them, sitting outside Florean Fortescue's Ice
Cream Parlor. Ron looking incredibly freckly, Hermione very brown, both
waving frantically at him.
"Finally!" said Ron, grinning at Harry as he sat down. "We went to the Leaky Cauldron, but they said you'd left, and we went to Flourish and Blotts and Madam Malkin's, and -"

"I got all my school stuff last week," Harry explained. "And how come you
knew I'm staying at the Leaky Cauldron?"

"Dad" said Ron simply.

Mr. Weasley, who worked at the Ministry of Magic, would of course have heard the whole story of what had happened to Aunt Marge.
"Did you really blow up your aunt, Harry?" said Hermione in a very serious voice.

"I didn't mean to," said Harry, while Ron roared with laughter. "I just lost control."
"it's not funny, Ron," said Hermione sharply. "Honestly, I'm amazed Harry wasn't expelled."

"So am I," admitted Harry. "Forget expelled, I thought I was going to be arrested." He looked at Ron. "Your dad doesn't know why Fudge let me off,
does he?"

"Probably 'cause it's you, isn't it?" shrugged Ron, still chuckling. "Famous Harry Potter and all that. I'd hate to see what the Ministry' d do to me if I blew
up an aunt. Mind you, they'd have to dig me up first, because Mum would've killed me. Anyway, you can ask Dad yourself this evening. We're staying at the Leaky Cauldron tonight too! So you can come to King's Cross with us
tomorrow! Hermione's there as well!"
Hermione nodded, beaming. "Mum and Dad dropped me off this morning with all my Hogwarts things."

"Excellent!" said Harry happily. "So, have you got all your new books and Stuff?"

"Look at this," said Ron, pulling a long thin box out of a bag and opening it. "Brand-new wand. Fourteen inches, willow, containing one unicorn tail-
hair. And we've got all our books He pointed at a large bag under his chair. "What about those Monster Books, eh? The assistant nearly cried when we said we wanted two."
"What's all that, Hermione?" Harry asked, pointing at not one but three bulging bags in the chair next to her.

"Well, I'm taking more new subjects than you, aren't I?" said Hermione.
"Those are my books for Arithmancy, Care of Magical Creatures, Divination,
Study of Ancient Runes, Muggle Studies"