Bang!

Someone was at the door. Rather, a giant was at the door. Harry would have screamed at the top of his lungs a girlish scream if Dudley hadn't beaten him to it.

"Go away, you shameless hooligan!" Vernon screamed at the top of his lungs, Petunia hiding behind him.

"I am here to get one Harry Potter, you muggle git. Now, where is he?" The giant bellowed. It made the hair on Harry's neck stand straighter. That intimidating man…was looking for him? Suddenly, Harry understood.

"P-Please don't make me go! Please!" Harry yelled at his aunt and uncle. Startled, they turned to face Harry.

"What are you on about, boy? We are trying to teach this hooligan a lesson!" Vernon told Harry. That didn't stop Harry's eyes from widening and he crawled closer towards Vernon.

"Look, I know you don't like me, b-but… please don't make me go away with that man! I'll clean, and scrub, and do whatever you want! I'm too young to die!" Harry begged them, whispering the last bit so that he might not die a scrawny eleven-year-old. Vernon's brows furrowed. But before he could question what the boy was on about, the giant decided to talk.

"Aw, you don't have to be so polite to those FILTHY MUGGLES, Harry. You're the BOY-WHO-LIVED, after all!" Hagrid said, bringing his giant paw down on the poor boy. That didn't stop Harry's fear from growing. F-Filthy…? Wuggle? Harry gasped. Was this man some sort of racist?

"Is that some fancy slang or something, mister? I-I-I'm surly, I-I mean sorry, I don't go out much…" Suddenly, Harry realized something. In his fear, he overlooked how this man seemed to know his name. How? Why? The mere thought made Harry's heart very uneasy.

"That's quite alright, lad. See-"Hagrid started.

"I'll take it from here, if you don't mind, giant." Petunia said with an air of confidence. Although Harry could see her hand behind her back trembling fiercely.

"You see, boy, my sister was a wizard. We never really got along, see, after mum and dad started gushing over every little thing she did. I was the older one, and yet they'd always shower Lily with all the attention. So she went to her wizard school, leaving the family behind for most of her teenage years. Then one day, she tells me she's getting married to some wizard guy, carrying you in her tummy. Naturally, I was skeptical, but I couldn't tell her otherwise. She was so unbelievably stubborn, that girl. And not even a year later, I get you on my doorstep, in the freezing November weather and a note explaining that she'd been killed by some Death Fly guy. To this day, I don't know if it was a joke or real, honestly."

Suddenly, Hagrid pointed an umbrella at Petunias throat. "DON'T YOU SAY ANYTHING ABOUT LILY POTTER; SHE WAS THE BEST WITCH OF HER AGE AND TWICE THE PERSON YOU'LL EVER BE!" Hagrid SCREAMED at Petunia, making her faint. Harry was scared.

Vernon, knowing this guy obviously likes Lily, decided to mend things. He also began fearing for his life. "Now, now, we don't have to scream at each other. I know, why don't we get back on track again, hmm? Why are you here, giant?"

"To get one Harry James Potter ready for school! Why, it already starts tomorrow! We need to get a move on if we want to get past morning traffic in Diagon Alley, lad."

Vernon was severely confused. "B-But dear old chap, what is this school you're referring to? No, we've already enrolled the boy in the finest school in the area."

The anger started to roll off Hagrid in waves. "WHAT? HARRY JAMES POTTER IS THE BOY-WHO-LIVED! HE OBVIOUSLY NEEDS TO GO TO HOGWARTS; THE FINEST SCHOOL FOR WICHES AND WIZARDS! ARE YOU INSANE, LAD?!" Hagrid SCREAMED at Vernon; his intimidating physique taking away any courage left in Vernon's heart. Vernon turned to Harry.

"I will find a way to get you out of this mess, boy, if it's the last thing I do! No longer will this family be disturbed and pushed around by wizards, that I promise you!" Vernon whispered into Harry's ear. Harry started to struggle.

"Oh, how precious. Oh, got a lot of fight in you huh?" Hagrid commented as Harry wrestled in his arms.

"Gonna need that fighting spirit for when you take down Voldemort, eh, laddie- Oops." Hagrid dropped the boy as he'd stopped wrestling. He'd gone completely still.

"H-Huh…?"

"…hehe…well, cat's out of the bag, innit, lad. Well now you know. The entirety of Wizarding Britain as well as THE ENTIRE WORLD is countin' on yeh. Good luck!"

And Harry threw up.