Chapter 33: Vernon

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He had imagined a flurry of hundreds of owls attacking Vernon or a massive fire erupting in his room leaving behind the letter or even a portkey to take him to some ancient castle where they would evaluate his worth. But now…

The doorbell rang, pulling Harry from his thoughts.

Careful to avoid his Uncle, Harry ran down to get it. Vernon had gotten more free-handed with his punishments, somehow noticing that Harry didn't scar anymore.

He could fight back of course. He could punch Vernon's guts inside out with one fist. But what would be the point? The rest of the Dursleys would probably just have evidence enough to shove him in a loony hospital and go off on their merry way. So he let Vernon be.

Harry clicked the lock open and pulled open the door, blinking with surprise at what, or rather who was there.

Of all the ways Harry had imagined a letter from a school of magic to arrive, he had never expected it to turn up with its own personal carrier wearing a set of clothes that would only barely look normal on most people.

In the 18th century.

The woman handed him a thick letter and spoke while Harry stared at the ornate crest emblazoned on it and the Game window that had opened up in front of him.

You have acquired a letter to Hogwarts. Do you wish to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and learn about all the cool shit you can do?

YES/NO

Harry blinked and pressed yes.

"Hello, Mr. Potter. My name is Professor Minerva McGonagall. I am the deputy headmistress at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and I am here to speak to you and your guardians about your education."

Harry's observe on the woman had yielded more information than just her name and position.

Minerva McGonagall

Lv-49

HP-17000/17000

MP-9000/9000

Race-Witch

Str-13

Vit-21

Dex-22

Int-38

Wis-30

Luc-14

Minerva McGonagall is a witch and a registered Animagus. She has a distinct dislike for dark wizards and is loyal to Hogwarts, where she is Head of Gryffindor House, Transfiguration professor and currently, Deputy Headmistresss. She is a Master of Transfiguration and enjoys a good bottle of scotch and spending a quiet evening in her quarters.

Wondering what 'Transfiguration' and 'Animagus' were, Harry amusedly watched from the end of the hallway as his uncle and aunt's faces slowly turn purple as she told them that she was here to take him shopping for his school supplies for his upcoming admission to Hogwarts.

But his joy remained quite short-lived, as what McGonagall said next came to him as an unpleasant surprise.

"I trust you have told him everything you knew about him being a wizard and the conditions regarding his parents deaths."

For the past week, Harry had assumed that the Dursleys knew that they were lying, but had been relieved of the knowledge that their relatives were in any way involved with magic by those Obliviator people in order to preserve the secrecy of the magical world.

Apparently, he had given them the benefit of the doubt that they did not deserve.

Not giving his aunt a chance to reply, Harry walked into the room, pushed his way around the aging Professor and cut in, "Hold on a second. You knew about all this?!" Harry shook the letter at her swiftly reddening aunt, "You knew what I was and you still lied to me? And what is this about my parent's deaths? You lot told me they died in a car crash."

"Knew!" shrieked Petunia suddenly, "Knew! Of course we knew! How could you not be, my obnoxiously abnormal sister being what she was? Oh, she got a letter just like that and disappeared off to that-that school and came home every vacation with her pockets full of frog spawn, turning teacups into rats. I was the only one who saw her for what she was - a freak! But for my mother and father, oh no, it was Lily this and Lily that, they were proud of having a witch in the family!"

She stopped to draw a deep breath and then went ranting on. It seemed to Harry as if she had been wanting to say all this for years.

"Then she met that Potter at school and they left and got married and had you, and of course I knew you'd be just the same, just as strange, just as - as - abnormal - and then, if you please, she went and got herself blown up and we got landed with you! At least we tried to make sure that you grew up to be normal."

Harry saw red.

He already knew that the Dursleys had lied to him, but somehow knowing the extent of their lies made it a hundred times worse.

Rage filled his mind, ripping through his Gamer's mind shields. Suddenly, every object in the sitting room that was not bolted down started rattling. He gritted his teeth, desperately trying to keep himself from literally putting these pathetic mongrels six feet under.

"You sick woman… how could you?! I was your nephew and you just stuffed me in a bloody cupboard, pretended I didn't exist and lied to me for years! Is that your normal?! Is that your damn normal?! Tell me you daft lying giraffe!" The blue vase that stood on a stool near Petunia's seat exploded into tiny shards, slicing open a cut on Petunia's cheek.

"That's enough Mr. Potter." McGonagall said in a clipped tone, ignoring his Aunt's panicked shrieks as she waved her wand, healing the cut on his Aunt's cheek as well as making the pieces of the vase fly together and reassemble back on the stool, "Would you like to step out for a moment and get freshened up? We will be going out in a moment."

Harry simply gritted his teeth and obeyed, knowing that if he stayed in there for one more moment, he would end up deep frying the Dursleys with his magic.

Who knew what sort of things the wizard police would do to him? Having seen those Obliviators at work, he was pretty sure he didn't want to find out.

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