2 Hagrid

The Dursleys jerked awake.

Dudley: "Where is the cannon?"

Vernon got up quickly, a rifle in his hands (Was he sleeping with that?) that he promptly aimed at the unanounced visitor. The man by the broken door was over twice as tall as a normal human beeing and about 5 times as large, his face was mostly hidden in the tangled mess of a mane that was supposed to be his hair and beard.

The giant (not minding the rifle) came in, managing to squeeze throught the doorframe. He then proceeded to pickup the broken door from the floor, and gently put it back on its frame. He then turned arround to face me and the Dursleys.

???: "My bad for the door. I've knoked a bit too hard."

He then proceeded to smile at me.

???:: "Ah, Harry! Last time I saw you, you wore only a baby. You look a bit like your dad, the main differences is your mom's eyes and the orange hair."

This guy knows me? Wait. More importantly. Orange hair? Like Ichigo me? Wasn't I on Harry me's body?

Uncle Vernon made a funny meek noise.

Vernon: "I demand that you leave at once, sir! You are breaking and entering!"

???: "Ah, shut up, Dursley."

The giant then walked to Vernon, snatched the gun out of his's hands, bent it into a knot as if it was rubber, and threw it into a corner of the room.

Yup, any doubt left that this guy was from the supernatural world was cleared now.

???: "Anyway, Harry a very happy birthday to you. Got something for you here, I might have crumpled it a bit at some point, but it'll taste all right."

From an inside pocket of his black overcoat he pulled a slightly squashed box and gave it to me.

I opened it. Inside was a large, sticky chocolate cake with 'Happy Birthday Harry' written on it in green icing.

I raise an eyebrow and look up at the giant.

Harry: "Thanks, but who are you?"

The giant chuckled.

???: "True, I forgot to introduce meself. Rubeus Hagrid, Keeper of Keys and Grounds at Hogwarts."

He held out an enormous hand and shook my whole arm.

Hagrid: "What about some tea then, eh?"

He looked arround the shack and then went to the fireplace. Me and the Dursleys did not see how he did it, but a roaring fire was lit on it in less then a second.

The giant sat down, and began taking all sorts of things out of the pockets of his coat: a copper kettle, a package of sausages, a poker, a teapot, several chipped mugs, and started to make tea. Soon the hut was full of the sound and smell of sizzling sausage. Nobody said a thing while the giant was working, but as he slid the first six fat, juicy, slightly burnt sausages from the poker, Dudley fidgeted a little. Uncle Vernon grimmly faced Dudly.

Vernon:"Don't touch anything he gives you."

Hagrid passed me some saussages. I started eating without a second thought.

Me: " Sorry. I realy still don't get it."

The giant took a gulp of tea and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

Hagrid:"What is there not to get? Like I told you, I'm Keeper of Keys at Hogwarts. You know all about Hogwarts, of course."

Me:"Er, no."

Hagrid looked shocked.

Me:"Sorry dude, but this is the first time I've ever heard the words 'Keeper of Keys at Boarwart."

Hagrid:"SORRY!!!???"

Hagrid barked in rage, and not at me. He turned to stare at the Dursleys, who wore trying to shrink.

Hagrid: "It's them that should be sorry!!! I knew you weren't gettin the letters but I never thought you wouldn't even know about Hogwarts, for crying out loud!!! Did you never wondered where your parents learned it all?"

I tilted my head in confusion.

Me: "All what?"

Hagrid:"ALL WHAT!!!???"

Hagrid thundered.

Hagrid:"Now wait just one second!!!"

He had leapt to his feet. His anger almost palpable. The Dursleys were cowering against the wall and Hagrid started to dangerously growl at them.

Hagrid:"Do you mean to tell me. That the boy. This boy! Knows nothing about- about ANYTHING!!!???"

Me:"Care to explain? What is it that I don't know?"

Hagrid looked at me with his last embers of hope.

Hagrid:" Do you realy know nothing? About our world, I mean. Your world. My world. Your parents' world."

Me:"What world?"

Hagrid looked as if he was about to explode. His hope betrayed.

Hagrid:"DURSLEY!!!"

Vernon, who had gone very pale, whispered something inaudible, Hagrid stared wildly at Me.

Hagrid:"But you at the very least must know about your mom and dad, right? I mean, they're famous. You're famous."

My eyes almost poped out of the sockets.

Me:"What!? Me? Famous? And m-my mom and dad were famous as well!?"

I glare at the Dursleys.

Me:"Is what this guy is saying true!?"

I recieved no answer.

I clench my fists in anger, I then proceed to ask Hagrid, my voice low.

Me:"Hagrid. Please, tell me, what else are the Durslays hiding from me!?"

Hagrid:"You don't know... you don't know..."

Hagrid ran his fingers through his hair, murmuring in a daze for a few moments, before looking at me with with a bewildered stare (He diden't go crazy, did he?).

Hagrid:"You realy don't know what you are?"

He said finally.

At those words, Vernon suddenly found his voice.

Vernon:"Stop! Stop right there! I forbid you to tell the boy anything!"

Some hollows would have quailed under the furious look Hagrid and I shot at Vernon. When Hagrid spoke, his every syllable trembled with rage.

Hagrid:"You never told him? Never told him what was in the letter Dumbledore left for him? I was there! I saw Dumbledore leave it, Dursley! And you've kept it from the boy all these years!?"

Me:"What was kept what from me!?"

By this point, I was having troble keeping the hollow mask off my face. Those wore my relatives, the people that wore suposed to take care of me after I lost my parents. And now I learn, from a complete stranger mind you, that all the abuse I've suffered all my life was just the tip of the iceberg!

Vernon:"STOP! I FORBID YOU!"

Vernon yelled in panic.

Hagrid:"Harry, you are a wizard."

There was silence inside the hut. Only the sea and the whistling wind could be heard.

Me:"A wizard?"

Hagrid:"Yes, Harry."

Hagrid searshed his pockets again. And passed me an envelop.

Hagrid:"And I reckon it's about time you read your letter."

I took the yellowish envelope, addressed in emerald green to 'Mr. H. Potter, The Floor, Hut-on-the-Rock, The Sea.' I opened the letter and started reading:

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[HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

Headmaster: ALBUS DUMBLEDORE

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Mr. Potter,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31. Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall,

Deputy Headmistress]

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Me:"What does it mean, they await my owl?"

Hey! I've seen way crazier sh*t! This wizard thing is not nearly enought to make me lose my cool. So yeah, this is what I chose to ask about at that moment.

Hagrid:"Galloping Gorgons! That reminds me."

Gallopin-? NO! Don't ask! Keep your cool!

Hagrid, clapping a hand to his forehead with enough force to create a small shockwave, looked into yet another pocket inside his overcoat and pulled out an owl.

As in, a real, live, rather ruffled-looking owl.-_-

Why would you put-!? AAHH!

Hagrid also pulled out a long quill, and a roll of parchment. With his tongue between his teeth he scribbled a note that I managed to take a peek at:

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[Dear Professor Dumbledore,

I've given Harry his letter.

I'm taking him to buy his things tomorrow.

Weather's horrible. Hope you're Well.

Hagrid]

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Hagrid then rolled up the note, gave it to the owl, which clamped it in its beak, went to the door, and threw the owl out into the storm. Then he came back and sat down as though this was as normal as talking on the telephone.

Ok, wizards comunications are seriously outdated! I was expecting them to use something like the hell-butterflyes for coms. I am not even sure that the poor owl will survive the storm.

Hagrid:"Where was I?"

Vernon:"He's not going. We already decided that he is already going to a cheap public school next year. I am not paying for that boy to learn magic tricks from alike scum and learn how to be even more of a freak than he already is! Especialy if sayd school will worship him for his abnormalitys."

Vernon angryly stated. Reminding me of my own anger.

A good quarter of my hollow mask apered on my face just now. I look at the Dursleys. My killing intent and spiritual pressure, both hollow and shinigamy, making them soil their pants.

Me:"Why?! Why do you despise me so much?! What have I ever done to you to deserve so much hate?! Why is it that you 3 allways go way out of your way to make sure that I don't have a shed of happyness in my life?! WHY!!!???"

My voice is warped by the bone mask that is forming out of thin air, my esclera turning black.

Hagrid is frozen. I'm not entirely sure if it is mostly by my display or by my words.

The pale Vernon managed to speak his answer.

Vernon:"We swore when we took you in that we'd put a stop to that rubbish, swore we'd stamp the weirdness out of you! Wizard? You folk are just freaks!"

Me:"You knew? You knew I was, a wizard, all this time? and never told me?"

Petunia:"Knew?!"

Petunia shrieked in.

Petunia:"Knew?! Of course we knew! How could you not be, my dratted sister being what she was? Oh, she got a letter just like that and disappeared off to that-that school, and came home every vacation with her pockets full of frog spawn, turning teacups into rats. I was the only one who saw her for what she was: a freak of nature! But for my mother and father, oh no, it was Lily this and Lily that, they were proud of having a god foresaken witch in the family! Then she met that Potter at school and they left and got married and had you, and of course I knew you'd be just the same, just as strange, just as- as- abnormal! And then, she went and got herself blown up and we got stuck with you!"

And that was when I snaped.

Not only they hid my past from me out of racism, but that was the reason for all that abuse as well? If they truly diden't want me, they could have given me to adoption, if they truly beliaved that my magic was bad, they could have just instructed me to never use it, but noooo, they had to make sure I suffered! They had to make sure I was in pain my hole life long! They kept me close by so they could step on me, so they had the pleasure of tormenting the freak! Even if he was suposed to be family!

The shack exploded.

My full hollow mask doned face, tears of blood runing down it's eye slits, and a massive geyser of dark energy spilling out of my body. The shack's roof and walls wore no more, wind was raging way harder then what the storm could ever hope to acomplish alone, and my inhuman scream of pain beeing able to be heard all the way from shore. My shirt was not spared from the explosion of pure power, revealing a gaping hole in my muscular chest.

I rocketed towards the Dursleys, destroying the floor I was once standing on, the fingers on my hands turning into claws.

I've never eaten souls before (well, at least I think I diden't). As far as I remember in this fragmented memory of mine, my oponents allways wore corrupted souls that needed cleansing, they wore not to blame for their actions. Whenever I meet someone that was truly evil, hell would be the one to claim the soul. But here? I don't know if hell exists, I don't know if justice is made and the sinners are punished for their actions in the afterlife. So, I decided that I would allow myself to eat those evil souls in this new life of mine, be the hell that this world seems to lack and punish the sinners. Sinners like the Dursleys.

Before I can reach my target, I see myself traped in a vice grip. I start atacking my traper with my claws (Man! How I miss my sword!), tearing flesh and drawing quite a lot of blood, but the grip won't buge! How is it that this pearson can handle my strengh?

I am not sure how long it took me to realize that it was Hagrid (how did he move that fast?).

I stop my attacks and notice that Hagrid was crying, not only that, his grip was in the form of an overly thight hug and he was repeatedly telling me in my ear that I was safe now and that everything will be allright.

My anger dissipates at his display. My mask and claws slowly crumbleling away, but my tears still very present.

Hagrid:"It is ok. Let it all out."

I start to cry loudly, all the pain from the torture that was my life runing like a broken dam.

I don't know how for long I wailed, nor when I returned the hug, but before I knew it, I was asleep in the arms of the gentle giant.