One of the most exciting things about third year at Hog.warts was going to Hogs Mead on the weekends. But, once again, Harry couldn't enjoy it like all his other friends. The Dur.sley’s had refused to sign the permission slip from the school of magic before the teenager could even ask them for it.

Begging Professor Mc Gonag.all didn't change anything, no matter how much Harry insisted. He stood there, watching Ron and Hermione leave, the group go off to a new type of fun while he would have to stay alone for the rest of the day. Life was so cruel to him.

"No permission signed, no visiting the village, how many times do I have to say it" the voice of the Transfiguration professor rang out again. You stood there, the unsigned permission slip between your fingers and your face twisted in despair, just like Harry had been. And once again, just like him, you couldn't go to Hog.Mead, finding yourself sitting next to him on the cold stone steps.