Disclaimer: I don't make money off of this story. I don't own Harry Potter and Co. I just like to play with them.
Take My Hand
An eleven-year-old Harry looked longingly at the cake he had traced in the dirt. A flurry of owls had scared the Dursleys, Harry's relatives, into coming to the rock at the sea, where Harry was waiting for midnight to arrive. When Dudley's, Harry's cousin, watch sounded, he blew out the dirt candles. He was finally eleven.Suddenly, a loud pounding came from the door. Harry was frantic, Dudley was slowly waking up, and Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia were slowly creeping down the stairs, armed with a gun.
The door came crashing down and a huge, hairy man with a pink umbrella came in. He gave Harry a small cake and explained about a world so unimaginable, and so alluring, that it entranced Harry. Uncle Vernon always said that there's no such thing as magic, but this huge man, who had to be magic because there was no other explanation for a man to be so tall, was telling him otherwise. Harry had no idea who to believe.
Hagrid, the giant, must have been telling the truth, for there was no other way to explain how he got a fire started by pointing his umbrella at the fireplace and said a few words.
Harry left with Hagrid, anything to get away from the Dursleys. They sped across the rough water and onto land. Harry idly wondered how his relatives were to get across.
They went on the underground to London where they approached a rustic looking building. Hagrid opened the door and Harry trooped in behind him. People swarmed up to him and Harry had no idea why. "Welcome back!" they all said. They cheered and applauded him, and Harry was completely overwhelmed.
Hagrid ordered them dinner in a lonely corner of the Leaky Cauldron, the old building they entered earlier. The giant explained a little about this new world that held Harry's attention, enraptured.
"I wanna know. Can you show me? I wanna know about these strangers like me. Tell me more, please show me! Something's familiar about these strangers like me!" Harry exclaimed as he and Hagrid walked to a brick wall. Harry's face fell, thinking that now it was all a joke until Hagrid tapped a series of bricks. The wall formed an arch and beyond it, Harry saw owls flying, some with packages, and some without; people wearing weird dress looking things; kids playing on small broomsticks.
Harry shrunk back into the Leaky Cauldron and hid behind Hagrid. He was scared. What if this was all a dream just like the flying motorcycle? Hagrid turned around, knelt down and smiled softly.
"Come with me now to see my world, your parents' world, our world -- where there's beauty beyond your dreams. Can you feel the things I feel, right now, the magic just sparking in the air? Take my hand…there's a world you need to know." Hagrid held out his hand.
Harry looked at it, slowly slipped his small hand in the much bigger one, and began his journey.
A/N: I realize that I'm 20 and should be more "grown up" (Pfft that! MWAHAHA!!), but I was listening to my Disney music and I just decided to write this. The lyrics are from Strangers Like Me from Disney's Tarzan, written by Phil Collins. It's similar to my Lion King story lol.