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A summer camp might sound like a good idea in the Muggle world — but in the wizarding world?
Pranks are already a problem among Muggles, but teenage pranksters with magic? How bad could that combination really be?
The wizarding world woke up to an unexpected announcement: the Ministry of Magic had just introduced the creation of Magical Summer Camps.
Apparently, wizarding families — much like Muggles — also wanted a break from their children.
The idea didn’t sound too crazy. Going to camp could be fun, almost like Hogwarts… except for one key difference: fewer professors watching over them and no constant fear of expulsion.
In theory, what could possibly go wrong?
A Perfect Opportunity
When Harry saw the announcement in The Daily Prophet, thanks to Ron and Hermione’s heads-up, he knew this was his chance. His aunt and uncle were always looking for excuses to get rid of him, and this one suited them perfectly.
An entire summer without the Dursleys — no shouting, no punishments, and best of all, no being locked in a room with a bolt on the outside.
— “So, a camp… even you lot of freaks steal ideas from the Muggle world,” muttered Vernon with disgust, flipping through the leaflet Harry had left on the table.
Petunia examined the paper with a wrinkled nose, as if touching it might somehow contaminate her. Harry expected a venomous comment from her, but Vernon was quicker.
— “It’s for the whole summer. Once it’s over, I’ll be back at Hogwarts,” explained Harry calmly. It was never a good idea to argue with them — especially when he needed their signature. Emphasizing “the whole summer” made the idea sound even better.
Inside, he tried to stay composed. He couldn’t risk any accidental magic. Every time something went wrong in that house, every time his patience broke, things tended to… happen.
And it wasn’t just the Dursleys he’d get in trouble with if he used magic in the Muggle world.
Vernon grunted, pulling out his pen with irritation.
— “Fine. If it means you won’t be here all summer, go ahead. We’ll finally have a quiet summer without any freakish nonsense.”
He signed the form with a harsh scribble and tossed it onto the table. Harry grabbed it instantly and let out a relieved sigh.
Finally — a summer without the Dursleys.
When he picked up his trunk and Hedwig’s cage, Harry hurried off toward the camp’s meeting point.
The summer sun shone brightly over the vast clearing where colorful tents stood tall. Owls flew across the sky, carrying farewell letters and last-minute parcels, while dozens of young witches and wizards arrived with trunks either floating behind them or being dragged awkwardly through the grass.
The air smelled of freshly cut grass, with a faint tingle of magic that made everything feel… more alive. Some tents shimmered and changed color under the sunlight, and the enchanted paths crisscrossing the camp sparkled softly with every step taken. Laughter, excited chatter, and the occasional failed spell filled the air — often ending in harmless bursts of glittering sparks.
In the middle of the crowd, Harry appeared, carrying his trunk and Hedwig’s cage. He looked around in awe, amazed by how lively and enormous the camp was.
— “Harry!”
He turned just in time to see Ron running toward him, his trunk floating shakily behind him. Beside him walked Hermione, far more composed, already holding a book in one hand and Crookshanks in his carrier.
— “I knew you’d come!” said Ron with a grin. — “At least now I can spend the summer without listening to Percy brag about his new job at the Ministry.”
— “And without Fred and George plotting pranks every five minutes,” added Hermione, rolling her eyes.
— “That’s exactly why I came — though they’ll be here too. But apparently, the camp’s divided by age groups,” said Ron, shaking his head. — “At least we won’t be in the same group. If they woke me up with one more firecracker in my ear, I’d lose it.”
Harry laughed, warmth spreading through him. No matter how strange this camp might turn out to be, with Ron and Hermione around, he knew he wouldn’t be alone.
— “So… what do you think they’ll make us do here?” asked Harry curiously.
— “Not sure,” replied Hermione, flipping through the leaflet that came with the invitation. — “But according to this, there’ll be magical activities, challenges, something called Friendly Duels, and a Grand Summer Competition.”
— “Competition?” Ron frowned. — “Don’t tell me it’s another deadly tournament.”
— “I doubt the Ministry wants another Triwizard Tournament on their hands,” said Hermione dryly, still reading.
Before Harry could respond, a loud whistle echoed across the camp. A tall wizard in emerald-green robes floated onto a raised platform in the center of the clearing.
— “Welcome to the Magical Summer Camp!” he announced enthusiastically. — “I hope you’re all ready for an unforgettable experience!”
The students erupted in cheers.
Harry felt something light and warm bloom in his chest. For the first time, this would be a summer without the Dursleys — which meant one thing: freedom.
No dark tunnels, no deadly creatures, no Defense Against the Dark Arts exams that felt like survival tests. Just a summer where he could finally be Harry.
The wind ruffled his messy hair as he smiled.
And at that exact moment, through the crowd, he saw something that quickly erased his peace.
A few meters away, with his trunk floating perfectly behind him and a look of pure disdain —
Draco Malfoy had just arrived at camp.