HP and the DA: The Mail Arts
Chapter 2
The Mail Arts
Harry was left in a shock for nearly a week and piled on that the Dursley’s smiles widened seeing the madness in the little wizard face.
“I told you it would end in misery” said Uncle Vernon one day.
“What?!” Harry burst out, the word awakening from the deep dreams.
“There is something wrong and I do see it ” said Uncle Vernon cheerfully “And I am happy about it.”
“Shut up” Harry said normally thinking to get something better than the rat dinner every time.
He walked up to his room, pushed himself on the bed so that his half thinking mind to think more comfortably. Hedwig had the letter torn away to the smallest bits and the pieces were fluttering down on the bed. Staring at the ceiling had bcome a daily routine for Harry after recieving the letter.
Who had invited him and why? Had Hermione got the caveat that she would apparate unknowingly into a School of Dark Arts? Could they cede it? Or was it just a funny joke from someone like Malfoy?
Breaking the silence Hedwig fluttered the wings looking at the window. Hedwig was staring at the window. Harry straightened himself to the legs and before he could turn, a small owl tried a sudden frightening landing on Harry’s face but he pushed the little bird off backing away.
He backed up and fell landing onto the hard called bed. Then getting on leg once more he untied the letter from the strangely behaving owl, which turned pale when Hedwig fluttered his wings and hooted. Maybe the owl blushed at Hedwig. Harry ran into the silence which had just turned on, then took a sight of both the owls inturn but turned away for more important things.
Harry,
You must have got the letter too about the Black Bead sStrange Arts School, it described you
‘... if you and Harry Potter join by interest…..’
I am scared about the opening day, if there is some thing this strange existing. How can we reach there if we are not likely to catch a train or something or are we suppose to apparate illegally inside or outside the school (if cannot apparate inside the school ).I have none to tell. My parents would be too worried. May be you can should tell Sirius or Dumbledore all about it. I have also written to the burrow for Mr. Weasley (hope the owl delivers) as I got it from my Dad when I told that I wanted to write my friends. Maybe you will send him away as the Owl rests much more than expected…”
Harry looked up to the strange looking owl whose eyes were now half closed and Hedwig was silently watching the half slept owl, maybe Hedwig was in a wrong notion that the owl was fascinating him. He quickly got up that Hedwig turned away now facing him. Harry gave a angry look and grabbed the half slept owl which with a sudden shock awaked and started fluttering the wings. Harry untied the small folded letter which he had not noticed before and ran up to the cage to tie it to a more responsible owl. As he was tying a strange silence spread for a moment, then the letter began to smoke and slowly turned faded black as if burned. He backed away and let some moments pass. Nothing occurred in his mind, then keeping his mind blank he again picked the small folded mail with his shaking hands. He next let some strange thoughts pass and opened the mail. No more Hermione’s writing was seen but some officially neat yellowish letters lay presses onto it:
Miss Granger,
No letters can be written to Ministry of Magic, related people or even friends describing the black bead strange arts school. Exception it maybe only described to someone studying or invited as a student.
The owl will not react to reach the destination. It will turn its mind and return to the sender. It’s the effects of Dark Arts.
The mail arts department,
THE DARK INSPIRING MINISTRY
BLACK Bead Strange Arts School.
“A black letter.” shouted someone from the window. Harry hurried to the window, he saw Dudley standing down with a daring look accompanied by more headless besides him. One of his followers climbing down the tree with a binoculars in his hand and looking satisfied and scared at the same time .
Harry looked directly into the eyes of the fatty Dudley torturing the ground under him. Dudley had never dared to look at Harry like this before with the fear of getting a tail at the back, turning into a balloon and flying away into the sky or maybe getting the long tongue again(sponsored by George and Fred).
“No more letters” Dudley said or rather growled but shattered the expectation as he did not end the sentence with some honorable ugly words used to address Harry.
“Let’s see” Harry returned with a angry shout and also thought of adding ‘you ugly fatty pig’ but his hand jerked and the owl flew into the air out of the window with the letter half open and floating into his beak. It acted as if had renewed his life with a new birth with the exclusion of sleep and rest.
“Shoot him!” Dudley shouted.
One of his followers reached his pockets but a car stopped nearby dropped a neighbor and passes away. The owl was out of sight. Dudley kicked the ground torturing it unbearably. Then he shouted with a look of criminal daring challenge, “let’s see”.