He should not be happy about such a bad thing, but Harry managed to contain his smile at the sight of them getting into trouble.
~ooOOoo~
The next couple of years passed with Harry finishing his primary education early and halfway through his middle school education at a rate that was remarked by the teachers as extraordinary. In fact Harry was given the accelerated programme to keep him occupied with education and having a fair number of middle schools requesting for his attendance when he was ready to enter middle school, a couple of whom were top-ranking schools willing to offer scholarships for him. Harry was honestly surprised as he was too focused on his studies to realize that he was making a name for himself, but he took it in stride and considered them as part of his ongoing plan to get away from the Dursleys and protect himself in society.
Harry also made progress on his magical research and created a fair number of spells and supposed artifacts that could be used in various manners. One of the first ideas he had was to create a lighting system for his hideaway using the symbols and runes he had learned over the years. The author of the journal had lamented how Hogwarts was missing out on electricity due to some notion that it could not work in areas with high magical densities, and Harry was determined to overcome that issue after reading on the problem. He had the thought that it was either due to the earlier tests with electricity that made it unstable, or it could be have been done intentionally such that those entering the magical world would be forced to leave it behind without any form of communication with their relations, the latter making more sense considering the locations based on the author's descriptions. It took a fair bit of trial and error, not to mention several explosions, but Harry was able to create something that first allowed him to generate enough electricity to power a light bulb safely, then a room, and finally the entire compound. It was a good moment for him when he flipped a switch to activate his runes and symbols, and watch the compound light up brightly in the dark for the first time in years after the power was removed from it. Combined with several artifacts to generate clean water and cool air, not to mention a small greenhouse for him to grow his garden of fruits and vegetables, he was almost living in the compound all on his own.
He also started getting letters and packages from unknown senders using owls of all things, one of which was apparently the wizarding bank that he had meant to go to return the stolen key. Harry on a whim checked online with the keywords 'Hogwarts' and 'Gringotts', and found much to his surprise an actual chat forum with people who had entered Magical Britain. From them he got the location and went there in disguise to check the place, from which he would find out on matters that would concern him gravely and new information that helped him repurpose some of his plans.
And so, about a month before his eleventh birthday, Harry received a letter from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Harry stared at the thick parchment envelope with some shock. He'd gotten a letter from Hogwarts, but why? Did they somehow find out he'd been doing Magic? How? He'd have to read it to find out, he surmised.
"Harry? What's taking so long with the mail?" Vernon questioned from the kitchen where the Dursleys where sitting down to breakfast.
"Coming, Uncle Vernon." Harry responded as he separated his letter from the rest of the stack of mail and walked into the kitchen. Harry passed the mail to his Uncle before going to sit in his chair. Vernon flipped through the stack muttering about junk mail and bills before pulling out a postcard and reading it.
"Seems Marge is feeling unwell, apparently ate some bad tripe on her trip." Vernon commented as he put the postcard off to the side.
"Dad, Harry has a letter." Dudley pointed out as he brought another forkful of food to his mouth.
"What's this?" Vernon questioned as he looked over at his nephew to see him opening a large parchment envelope. His eyes went wide as he recalled Petunia telling him about just such an envelope being sent to her sister when she was turning eleven.
"It's from Hogwarts, apparently I've been accepted to go there starting this school year." Harry replied as he read over the first page of the letter. A heavy sigh from both his Aunt and Uncle caused him to look up at them. "What?"
"You're Lily's son so I guess it was bound to happen." Petunia sighed again as she held out her hand for the letter. Harry handed her the first page and Petunia's eyes skimmed over it. "Just like hers."
"Wait, you both knew I was a Wizard?" Harry asked shocked. He'd hidden his Magical studies from his relatives because both the Charms and Transfiguration textbooks had mentioned the Statute of Secrecy. Harry didn't want to break what seemed to be an important law even if he hadn't met another Wizard or Witch. He'd also been unsure how his relatives would take his Magical displays considering they seemed proud of their successful normal lives.