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On September 1, 1999, Harry received his Hogwarts letter. As he saw Aunt Marge. The middle-aged woman was intolerable. 'I knew you were terrible, Harry'. She had a stern look on her face; she had greying hair, and was dressed formally. 'I am not. Besides, I don't like you'. He looked at the wand in his right hand. 'No magic, boy', Uncle Vernon stated.
He had enough.
He grabbed his luggage, and said: 'I'm going to the London Station'.
Outside, it was dark.
The lights illuminated Privet Drive.
As he waited, he saw a strange looking bus.
'Get on, Harry Potter. I'm Stanley Shunpike. Welcome to the Knight Bus'.
Harry paid the bus fare of two Sickles, and rested his tired feet. Other wizards, and witches, were asleep; other witches were talking. On the ground was a strange man with robes. Harry yawned. He had been sick of the being picked on by Dudley; he was sick of the Muggles; he was sick of them. He was used to the magic World. That was where he belonged, and where his enemy, Tom Marvolo Riddle, also known as Lord Voldemort, was in hiding. The memories of Draco and Lucius Malfoy, Vincent Crabbe, and Gregory Goyle, the Slytherin House dark wizards, would be back too; and Rubeus Hagrid, the giant Groundskeeper, would be back. He wanted to be with his friends Hermoine Granger, and Ronald Weasley, and his large family. Then he remembered seeing Ginny Weasley, and she was smiling at him. Thoughts, and emotions filled his body, and he knew that everything would work be fine. 'Can I go to the Leaky Cauldron? I can get to Platform 9 3/4 by 11:00 AM', he asked Stanley. The twenty-four year bus driver smiled.
'If you need help, get on the Knight Bus. It'll be the ride of your life through London'. Harry nodded, and grabbed Hedwig. As he disembarked, he grabbed his wand. 'Lumos!!!'. A bright light illuminated the front entrance to the Leaky Cauldron. A drawing of a witch wearing a hat on her head, and dressed in robes, dominated the entrance; the letters were old. 373Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡauPCWSJ0nX
Harry opened the door, and heard murmured voices inside.
'Harry Potter is here', Tilda Cross, a witch maid, said.373Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaUZdjBlAMp
There was whispers.
'I'd like a room for the night, please. I'm going to Hogwarts in the morning'. He gave her four sickles.
'Follow me, Harry Potter'.
He did as he was told, and she opened a door.
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'Good night'.
He went inside.
And closed the door.
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