  Waking up was the easiest thing for a street kid to do. Harry always had a knack for waking up before the sun was just peaking it's golden head out. These nights he awoke before the moon began to descend hoping that one day something inviting him to Hogwarts would come. It had been a week since his birthday and he could hardly hold back his excitement for something to happen. In fact he hadn't even started or been in a fight for six days, completely throwing his statistics out the door.