Chapter 36: A Visit from McGonagall

The morning sun cast a warm glow over the Potter residence as Harry enjoyed a quiet breakfast with his family. His time spent with Flamel had been enriching, but nothing could replace the comfort of home. As he sipped his tea, an unexpected knock at the door interrupted the peaceful atmosphere.

Timmy, always alert, snapped his fingers, causing the door to creak open slightly. Standing outside was a stern-looking woman in emerald-green robes, her sharp gaze scanning the room before landing on Harry.

"Professor McGonagall," Harry greeted politely, setting down his cup.

She inclined her head in acknowledgment. "Mr. Potter, I trust you received your Hogwarts letter?"

"Yes, Professor. I've already prepared my reply," he said, handing her the parchment.

She took it with a nod, then turned her attention to Petunia and Dudley, who were watching the exchange cautiously. "May I come in? There are a few things we need to discuss regarding Hogwarts."

Petunia hesitated for only a moment before nodding stiffly. "Of course. Please, have a seat."

McGonagall sat gracefully, her sharp eyes assessing the household. "Firstly, I must say, I am quite surprised at how well-informed you seem, Mr. Potter. Most muggle-raised students arrive at Hogwarts with little knowledge of the magical world. Yet, from your letter and the reports I've heard, you appear... exceptionally prepared."

Harry smiled slightly. "I've had some help."

Her lips twitched as if suppressing a smile. "I see. In that case, I will not waste time explaining the basics. However, I must warn you—Hogwarts, despite being a school, is not without its complications. The magical world is deeply influenced by blood status. Some families, particularly purebloods, hold strong views about muggle-borns and half-bloods."

Petunia's grip on her teacup tightened. Harry noticed but didn't comment.

McGonagall continued, "I do not doubt your abilities, Mr. Potter, but you will likely find yourself under significant scrutiny—both because of your family name and because of your... unique circumstances."

"Unique circumstances?" Harry raised an eyebrow.

She sighed. "Your fame. The Wizarding World views you as 'The Boy Who Lived.' Many will expect great things from you, whether you want them to or not."

Harry hummed thoughtfully. "I suppose I should be prepared for people trying to use me for their own agendas."

McGonagall gave a sharp nod. "Precisely. Some will try to befriend you for status. Others may resent you for what you represent. It would be wise to choose your allies carefully."

Petunia, who had been silent until now, finally spoke. "So you're saying my nephew will be surrounded by people who either worship him or want to take advantage of him?"

McGonagall hesitated before nodding. "That is an unfortunate reality."

Petunia's expression darkened. "That... sounds familiar," she muttered bitterly.

Harry gave her a reassuring look before turning back to McGonagall. "Thank you for the warning, Professor. I'll be careful."

McGonagall studied him for a moment before nodding in approval. "Good. Now, regarding your school supplies—have you purchased everything yet?"

"Most of it. I only need a few more things from Diagon Alley."

"Excellent. If you require any assistance, do not hesitate to ask. Now, do you have any questions for me?"

Harry thought for a moment before asking, "Is there a way to formally claim my family vault at Gringotts? I heard I need the key as the Potter heir."

McGonagall looked surprised but impressed. "Yes, but typically, that is something done after a wizard comes of age. However, given your circumstances, you may be able to claim partial access with proper documentation. I can assist with that when we visit Diagon Alley."

"That would be helpful. Thank you, Professor."

With their conversation concluded, McGonagall stood. "Very well, I shall take my leave. You will receive your Hogwarts Express ticket soon. Until then, I advise you to prepare for the school year ahead."

She turned to Petunia. "If you have any concerns, Mrs. Dursley, you may write to me. Though I assure you, Hogwarts is a safe place for your nephew."

Petunia pursed her lips but nodded stiffly.

With a final nod, McGonagall stepped out, disappearing with a sharp crack!

As the silence settled, Dudley, who had been observing the entire exchange with curiosity, leaned forward. "So... you're famous, huh?"

Harry sighed. This is going to be a long year.