Harry Potter got a letter for him, his heart twanging like a giant elastic band. "No one, ever, in his whole life, had written to him." J. K. Rowling written. "Who would? He had no friends, no other relatives -- he didn't belong to the library so he'd never even got rude notes asking for books back. Yet here it was, a letter, addressed so plainly there could be no mistake.".
I can image how surprise he was. He had grown up with the Dursleys, his aunt and uncle, for more than ten years. They was stingy, even their son, Dudley, he also made the others detested. The litter boy lived in the cupboard under the stairs, when he took a contacting path with outside, how excited he was. Poor harry, he didn't know that would lead him to go on an adventure and experience the adult world.
I have been the same experience before, but it was not alike actually. I got a greeting card last year. My name and address are correct, but the envelope and the card didn't leave any words about name, its address I have never seen before. I was disappointed in a love affair in that period. The writer sent me a concern and blessing. I had tried to write back for thanks and doubt; I had wrote down my connecting way and asked the one can contact with me.
Few days later, I had got a call from my friend; he is one of my classmates in college. We haven't connected with each other for a while; he had heard my affair form the other. He was apologizing for his mistake. But anyway, I was appreciating for his greeting; even it was not another fantasy and peculiar story that will be happening.
