chapter i. ; dear harry

as the late night sky twinkles above, harry watches his clock tick. 1:41. 1:42. 1:43. a loud thunk sounds against his window as a fat, tawny looking owl slams against the glass. eyes tired but body alert, harry jumps out of bed. in careful cursive writing, the envelope is addressed to him. it smells at though its been sprayed with perfume, and he quickly opens ginny's letter