It all happened in a blur. Harry was walking {well running} down the street, away from Dudley. Who had recently gotten over his fear of Harry being a wizard. When he bounced back and hit a the sidewalk with a hard thump. He looked up to see a large man, who towered over him more than a few feat.
"Hagrid!" Harry said. "What are you doing here?"
"Hogwarts business." He grunted.
"Hagrid, are you okay?" Harry asked.
"Go." Hagrid whispered.
"Go where?" Harry asked.
Without answering he turned and walked away. Many days came and went, and every one bore thoughts of Hagrid's visit. Until yet again he was visited by a figure from the wizarding world. An important figure. He was sitting up in his room when he heard a swish outside of his window. He got up to look and saw nothing but turned around to find a red eyed Dumbledore staring back at him.
The boy who lived didn't have time to ask, or greet, or even think. Dumbledore's wand was out and the flash of green light Harry had dreamed of for so long reappeared. If it weren't for the unbearable pain that followed he might have made the connection. Before his heart gave in he caught a glimpse of a figure he knew but couldn't place. The figure was speaking to him in his mind, just as the snakes had always done.