A/N: So this was written in response to DZ2's "Life of Magic" Challenge. This isn't all my idea, so go check him out! Leave a review if you like it (or if you don't)! Enjoy

Disclaimer: The characters belong to Rowling, I'm just using them for my own devices.

Chapter 1

"Mum, Harry's got a letter!" the pudgy, insufferable bully cried out in shock, snatching at said parchment. Nobody ever sent Harry letters! Nobody knew him, let alone cared to talk to him. "Give it over!" he demanded, twisting the fabric of Harry's flannel in his attempt to see just who had wanted to talk to the boy even they kept locked up under the stairs.

"Letter?" a bit of egg hanging from his moustache, Vernon was on his feet and making for the letter his son spoke of. He saw the seal on the envelope. "GIVE ME THAT BLASTED LETTER!" The previously content middle-aged man was now red-and-pink in the face with anger and frustration. He must not see that letter!

The boy now being trampled by an ox and his son clutched the reason-for-it-all close to him, bringing it into his chest. Hmm, something doesn't feel quite right about this letter. And why is uncle Vernon acting like this. "Uncle Vernon that hurts, stop! Ouch! Uncle, please!" Harry crumpled under the assault. "Get off me! Uncle, Get off!" He could feel his uncle's sweaty hands on the envelope on his own. "Let go! It's mine!" The letter began to slip out of his own hand and into Vernons. "It's my letter, get off!"

"Give it here, boy, or you're not eating tonight!" spittle flying from the red-faced ox's mouth as he screamed.

"Get- OFF!" Harry felt a strange buzz, and then a bubble of anger in his chest pop. What? Something inside him snapped.

His uncle was immediately thrown off of him. Hard. Very hard. His uncle was thrown through the back wall of the kitchen and into the backyard, rolling backwards on his neck when he hit the ground head-first, and stopping on his arse.

"Oh Vernon!" His aunt, mortified, screamed over to him. "Honey, please tell me you're alright!"

"My back! I can't feel it…"

That was the last thing Harry heard, the sheet of darkness that had crawled from the edges of his vision now blanketing him.

"'Arry? 'Arry! C'mon, we've got-tuh go," Harry came to, his vision being blocked by a large, dark blur.

Harry, terrified of the booming voice above, curled himself into a tighter ball. "Please! I-It's not my fault! I-I didn't do anything, I swear, it was like magic!"

The figure above him broke out in a deep, hearty laugh. "Thas 'cause it is magic!"

What? "B-but there's no such thing, i-is there?" Harry managed, finally looking up at the giant figure above. Giant. The man really was a giant! The man was too large to be a normal person. Who is he? And why was he here!

"Why, don't you know 'Arry? You're a wizard!"

"I-I'm a what?"

"You're a wizard, and mighty good one, at that!" The giant went off on another round of laughter, until he saw the confused, non-understanding look on Harry's face. "Whas wrong? Didn't you know?" His question received a hesitantly slow shake of the head in response. "Oh… Oh this is a problem, we've got-tuh get yuh outuff here so we can talk." The giant turned and made for the door before turning to check for his charge, who was still lying on the ground in disbelief of what was going on. "C'mon Harry, we've got-tuh get outuff here!"

"W-Who are you?"

"I," the giant puffed his chest out proudly, "am Hagrid, keeper of grounds and keys at Hogwarts!" He hoped that would get Harry's attention.

"Hogwarts?" What is god's name is this man talking about?

"Oh my, we need-tuh get somewhere, come on 'Arry. Yer parents must be rolling in their graves right now."

That got Harry's attention. "Y-You knew my parents?"

"Yep, but yuh must come with me! Those muggle police will be here soon!"

Muggle? Harry thought. What's a muggle? But he left it alone for now and stood up to follow the man out the door. He turned and saw his aunt out in the backyard, still tending to her husband. I'm in trouble, and lots of it.

"'Arry," Hagrid said when they reached his motorcycle. "I almost forgot. Anything you want to bring with you? Yuh won't be comin' back for a while."

Huh? "What do you mean, Hagrid? A-Am I leaving here?" Harry's hopes were at an all-time high. He was miserable here.

"Not," the high-pitched squeak of his aunt's voice pierced the conversation, "so fast!" She called back to her husband, "I'll call an ambulance, Vernon!" She turned back to Harry and the giant taking him from her. "He won't be going!" she grabbed his arm and held him tight.

"Oh, an' how is a muggle like yerself suppose you're gonna stop 'im?"

There it is again, "muggle".

"Get in, 'Arry, we'll be leavin'," the giant hopped up onto his motorcycle and motioned to the sidecar on the ground next to him. "Come on, we don't have much time."

Harry pulled out of his aunt's grip and climbed into the car. "Good riddance!"

Without waiting for Harry to get settled, Hagrid took off, leaving a panicked and angry Petunia Dursley behind. Harry was a bit scared as the bike picked up speed going down the street. Hagrid punched a button on the console and Harry noticed the motorcycle shimmer a bit. "Hold on, 'Arry!" He punched another and the bike lifted up off the ground and into the sky.

"Hagrid, what's going on? How are we flying?" Harry was panicked, never having seen anything like this, never having felt the strange buzz that seemed to be pulsing from the bike. No that's wrong, he had felt this strange buzz before. It had reverberated in his chest just minutes before.

Hagrid punched one more button and the bike shot forward, picking up speed and trailing the giant's hair in the air behind him.

"Magic!"

A/N: Sorry, the first chapter's a little rough, but I spent the whole night planning, so trust me: it will get better. Remember to check out DZ2, since this is in response to his challenge and leave a review! Thanks for reading!