Harry Potter wasn't special in the eyes of the world. He was mundane, an unmagical squib. Be that as it may, his sister Mina was the exact opposite. She was the girl who lived; the chosen one, as people relished to call her. She was Praised by the entire world for unwittingly destroying the dark lord when she was just a year old while harry was left miserable and alone with his Aunt and uncle. It was on that Malignant night of their parents' death that disunited the two twins for their safety. Harry, being less paramount in the eyes of all who saw him, was sent to his abusive aunt and uncle, while Mina was sent into the care of the loving and doting Weasley's.

But, it seemed that the esteemed Albus Dumbledore was wrong, extremely wrong. Harry wasn't a squib like a great deal of people believed him to be. On the contrary, he was the boy who lived, the boy who was supposed to save the world from the dark clutches of Voldemort. His raw power was ten fold compared to that of his sisters. But, no one knew this.

There wasn't a living soul in the world who was aware of this. The only person who did know was Lord Voldemort, but one could hardly call the husk that he lived in a living soul. Harry wasn't even aware of this one influential fact himself. In truth, he wasn't aware that he had a famous sister either or any living family for that matter. So, you can imagine his shock when he learned he was a wizard.

Just before Harry had heard this life changing news he was despairingly lying on a dirt floor in a small shack. It was his eleventh birthday, but unlike most kids his age, he found no happiness one that one day of the year. "Make a wish Harry " he mumbled to himself while blowing out the fake candles he had drawn on the dirt floor of the shack.

It was then that a loud crash of a door awoke Harry from the reverie he had found himself in. Dudley, a meaty boy who was the same age as Harry and unfortunately his cousin, threw himself off of the couch he slept on, While his uncle walked down the stairs a shotgun in his hands his aunt following close behind. "Who's there?" His uncle managed to croak out, holding tightly to his shotgun for support.

The whole room erupted into screams as a giant like man appeared from the doorway.

"Sorry 'bout that." The giant man said rather precariously. Harry raised his eyebrow in surprise at the rather friendly giant that had made his way into the dank room. Maybe he wasn't that friendly he thought as the man broke his uncle's shotgun in his hand.

It took all of Harry's willpower not to laugh at the incoherent words, his uncle released in his fear. The giant then turned to his cousin "Mind I haven't seen you since you was a baby, Harry, but you're a bit more along than I would have expected. Particularly 'round the middle!"

Harry's eyes widened in fear. Why was this man looking for him?- he was rather boring if he thought about it.

"I-I-I'm not Harry." His cousin stuttered. Harry left his hiding place in the corner gaining of his courage to face the giant man "I- I am" he said to the ominous giant.

The giant smiled from ear to ear "Oh, well, of course you are! Got something for ya. 'Fraid I might have sat on it at some point! I imagine that it'll taste fine, just the same. Ahh. Baked it myself." He handed Harry the white box "Words and all. Heh."

Harry looked down at what was inside the box with utter surprise. Inside was a whimsical looking birthday cake that read "Happee Birdae Haree" "Thank you!" Harry said, looking at the man in awe.

"It's not every day that your young man turns eleven, now is it?"

Harry was smiling the biggest smile he had ever worn now. Who knew a simple cake could make him so happy. Perhaps it was the fact that he had never been given a gift in his whole entire life, let alone a whole cake. He had eaten some cake once, but ended up being smacked by Vernon because he didn't want Dudley to share his birthday cake with him. He was so excited to try it "Excuse me, who are you?" He asked with genuine curiosity

The man sat down on the couch with a heave making the couch almost break from his weight." Rubeus Hagrid. Keeper of keys and grounds at Hogwarts. Course, you'll know all 'bout Hogwarts."

"Sorry, no." He told the giant his brow ruffled in confusion. What on earth was Hogwarts and why did this poor hog have warts?

"No?" The giant said, his eyes wide "Blimey, Harry, didn't you ever wonder where your mum and dad learned it all?

"Learnt what?"

"You're a wizard, Harry."

"I-I'm a what?"

"A wizard. Though I'm surprised because I 'thout you was a squib. We was all shocked when your name was foun' in the book."

"W-what's a squib. I can't be...a-a wizard. I mean, I'm just... Harry. Just Harry."

"Well, Just Harry, did you ever make anything happen? Anything you couldn't explain when you were angry or scared? Ah."

Thinking, back Harry remembered the incident that happened just the other week with the snake. Was that really magic? Could all wizards talk to snakes?

Hagrid handed Harry the same letter that has been sent the past week.. Harry opened it, wanting to know so badly what it was that made his uncle move to that god forsaken rock.

"Dear, Mr. Potter. We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts' School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!"

Harry dropped the letter in surprise, maybe there was someplace where he actually belonged.