Meant To Be

39. Journey to Hogwarts.

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Harry woke up at 5:00 AM, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves. He stretched his arms and yawned, knowing that today marked the beginning of a new chapter in his life.

"I'm really doing it," Harry thought to himself, a grin spreading across his face. "I'm going to Hogwarts."

He got out of bed and walked to the window, pulling back the curtains to reveal a dark and quiet world outside.

"It's still early," Harry said to himself, but he couldn't shake off the feeling of anticipation.

He decided to take a shower to wake himself up, the warm water helping to clear his mind and prepare him for the day ahead.

"Today's the day," Harry whispered, his heart racing with excitement. "I'm going to make new friends, learn new spells, and become a real wizard."

Harry returned to his room, eager to get dressed for his big day. He stood in front of his wardrobe, deliberating on what to wear.

"I want to look good, but not too flashy," Harry thought to himself.

He decided on a pair of smart trousers and a crisp white shirt, finishing off the outfit with a simple yet elegant sweater.

"I could wear my Hogwarts robes," Harry considered, "but maybe that's too much for the Muggle world."

He didn't want to draw unnecessary attention to himself, so he settled on his carefully chosen outfit.

"That's perfect," Harry said to himself, admiring his reflection in the mirror. "I look smart, but not too out of place."

Harry slipped on the sweater, feeling a sense of relief. Without it, his shirt clung to his physique, revealing the defined muscles he had developed over the summer.

At just eleven years old, Harry's body was impressive, with visible abs, broad shoulders, and toned arms. He couldn't help but feel proud of his transformation.

"But I'd better cover up," Harry thought to himself, smiling wryly. "I don't want to draw too much attention."

He knew that if he flexed his muscles, girls would swoon, and that would definitely not go down well with Ginny.

"I don't want to make Ginny jealous," Harry said, chuckling softly. "She'd kill me if girls started eyeing me up the moment I stepped off the platform."

With the sweater securely in place, Harry felt more at ease, his confidence boosted by his newfound physique, yet tempered by his desire to keep a low profile.

Harry put on an apron and headed to the kitchen, determined to make his own sandwiches for the journey. He refused to use any of the Dursleys' ingredients, instead opting for his own supplies.

"I'm not going to miss their cooking, that's for sure," Harry thought to himself, expertly assembling his sandwiches.

By 6:00 AM, Harry had already prepared his lunch, feeling a sense of accomplishment.

"You know, I think I'll make one last breakfast for the Dursleys," Harry said to himself, a hint of sarcasm in his voice. "Just for courtesy's sake, of course."

He cracked eggs into a bowl, whisked them together, and heated up a pan, the aroma of scrambled eggs and bacon filling the kitchen.

"Maybe this will make them realize what they're missing," Harry thought, a wry smile spreading across his face.