"Yer a wizard Harry"
To say that Harry was shocked would've been an understatement, to say the least. He was flabbergasted beyond words and for the first time, he felt a sense of belonging. He was no longer the unwanted, orphaned child who lived off of his aunt and uncle - he now had a true home.
Hagrid's face was as red as a tomato and he screamed at the top of his lungs. Cursing aunt Petunia and uncle Vernon for not letting him know. Harry didn't have the heart to stop him. After all, Hagrid was expressing what Harry had been feeling for years.
Tears were streaming down aunt Petunia's face and uncle Vernon looked like he wanted to sink through the ground.
Suddenly Hagrid's face changed. He furrowed his brows and his face returned to its original color. "Oi, you are Harry Clotter, ay?" he asked sounding uncertain. The question felt like a slap in the face. A darkness enveloped Harry, and a wave of hatred hit him like a ton of bricks.
Harry tried to speak, but the words got caught in his throat. A strangled sob escaped his lips as he once again tried to form words.
After what felt like an eternity of silence it was finally broken by a weak "No" from behind uncle Vernon. It was Dudley. Another wave of hatred hit Harry, this time, it was directed towards Dudley.
What Harry did next was solely acted upon instinct. It happened so fast, it was over in the blink of an eye. One second Harry was standing beside Hagrid and in the next, he was over Dudley growling with his birthday cake dangerously close to Dudley's face. Aunt Petunia gasped in horror.
Just as Harry was about to slam the cake in Dudley's stupid face two big hands calmly, but firmly grabbed his arms and jolted him backwards. The cake dropped to the floor face first as Harry quickly turned around and charged at Hagrid. Surprised Hagrid fell to the floor with a loud thud which shaked the whole shack.
The moment Hagrid's body made contact with the floor Harry's hands were wrapped around his neck. Harry mustered what strength he had left and screamed in Hagrid's face "You bastard! You gave me hope!". Spit, snot and tears mixed together and flew everywhere, most of it landing in Hagrid's beard.
Harry's anger faded and was replaced by a growing emptiness. His grip loosened and his vision began blurring. He rolled down to the floor and in pure exhaustion he curled up into a ball. The cold wooden floor matched his equally cold tears. He was always going to be the unwanted, orphaned child - and God, did it hurt.
Harry Potter - The boy who never was
