Sunshine shines down onto a manor early into the evening. A boy is looking up at the sunset outside on a balcony. Looking at the beautiful evening sky and the sun settling down, he can't help but want to look at this forever.
As the sun goes down, an owl flies down to him. Looking at it curiously, he raises his hand. It lands softly into his hand and pushes his head onto the boy's hand to take the letter. Taking it from the beak, the owl pecks softly at him and then flies away as fast as it comes.
"Weird…" Talking to himself, he opens the letter.
Moving from the balcony and to his bed, he checks the envelope. Opening it, he takes out a letter.
HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
HEADMASTER: ALBUS DUMBLEDORE
(Order of Merlin First Class, Grand Soc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump of International Confed.)
Dear Mr. Noir, We are pleased to inform you that you have been selected to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. The term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31. To avoid detection by Muggles, please use the entrance located at Kings Cross Station Downtown London, on platform 9¾.
We look forward to having you at our school.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
After reading the letter. "Hogwarts? Is this a joke?" Sitting there on his bed he reads it repeatedly. After reading it over and over, his mom called out to him.
"Amare, are you ready to go?" Hearing his mom, he forgot he had to go with her to meet his aunt and her family; quickly getting up, he got into his formal clothes. After rushing, he ran down the steps. "I'm ready, Mom!" Getting down, she quickly fixed his cuffs.
"You forgot, didn't you, baby?" Slightly nodding, she just sighs. "Well, get into the car, we're almost late." Walking to the car, he sits in the Mercedes passenger seat; he debates whether or not to show his mom the letter, but he decides to show it later just for the sake of not being complicated.
After a couple of minutes, his mom walks out and locks the door. When she gets into the car, she turns the car on.
"You got everything, Amare?" Nodding, she quickly pulls out of the driveway and drives to her sister's house.
Driving silently for a while, he speaks up. "Mom." Looking over at him, "Yes?" He thinks for a bit, "Well, how is your sister, uh, my aunt. And her family?"
Tapping on the steering wheel for a little bit, she then speaks up. "Well, they are mean for starters. They also have a spoiled child who is annoying, but we're coming for your cousin anyway. It's our turn to take care of him; his name is Harry, just for the heads up."
Nodding his head, the car parks at house Number 4, Privet Drive.
"Remember, be respectful and nice, Amare; we are here for dinner, then after dinner, we get my nephew, and we leave, okay?"
Nodding his head again, she exits the car, and he follows her.