A/N: All rights belong to J.K. Rowling; I merely borrow her genius for some fun of my own.

"Would you mind getting the mail, Harry?"

That was how it all started. That one innocent little question. For when Harry walked down the hall that morning and collected the mail, there was a letter waiting for him. Being sent a letter wasn't all that strange, admittedly, but that wasn't the strange part. This letter was addressed to:

To Mr Harry Potter

The Smallest Bedroom

Number Four, Privet Drive

There was also no stamp, and the paper was funny, sort of like parchment, but no-one used parchment these days, did they? Maybe it's one of my friends having a joke, thought Harry. Wonder who, though? And what sort of joke starts off with a letter written on parchment?

Harry then proceeded to walk back down the hall to where his Aunt was cooking, his Uncle was reading the newspaper, and his cousin was already eating breakfast.

His uncle looked up at him, "Anything interesting today, Harry?" Harry placed the rest of the mail in-front of his uncle and replied,

"No, not really, although someone sent me a letter on what looks like parchment."

He then sat down at the table, missing the significant look that his Aunt and Uncle traded at this announcement.

He opened the letter and pulled out the first piece of pap- err, parchment. It said:

HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Mr. Potter,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

There was also a second piece of paper with a list of school supplies. Cauldrons, telescopes and WANDS?! Where would I even get all of this?

Harry looked at the piece of paper. He then looked up at his Aunt and Uncle, who were both staring at him. He then looked back down at the piece of paper briefly, and then back up again. Then, "Why are you both staring at me like that? Also, do you know anything about this?" he asked waving the letter in the air, "Although, judging by the staring, I would have to answer the latter question with 'yes'.'' Aunt Petunia then sighed and said, rather mysteriously, "I knew this day would come."

This was a rather cryptic comment, really, so Harry felt the need to ask, "Just what, exactly, is going on here?"

This was met with momentary silence, in which his Aunt and Uncle again traded looks, and Dudley finally stopped eating long enough to notice what was going on.

It was his Aunt who eventually replied,

"Harry, we've never told you this, because we had hoped to keep you away from all of that nonsense, but magic really does exist, and you're a wizard."

Harry stared at Aunt Petunia. She then proceeded to explain to him all about her sister, magic, and this so called school, Hogwarts. Throughout this story Harry couldn't help thinking, Huh, this actually explains a lot. Like the time I suddenly found myself on a roof when I really only intended to jump up the steps. And the time I talked to that rather friendly snake in the garage. Looks like I'm not actually insane, just magical.

Eventually, at the end of the whole story, Uncle Vernon, looking concerned, asked, "Harry? Are you all right? You look a little pale."

"Yes, I'm fine, Uncle Vernon. Although I just have one question. Do wizards really use owls to send letters?"

R&R? You know it makes every authors day :)