Chapter Two
Hagrid, and The Plot Begins
When a literal giant of a man, whose name turned out to be Hagrid, literally broke into the hut that the Dursleys had drug the entire family to in an effort to escape the letters, Rosemary and Harry were both amazed and terrified. Amazed by the story he wove about them, their parents, and this Dark Lord Voldemort. Terrified by the absolute rage and contempt he displayed towards the Dursleys for their attempts to deny the twins their birthrights. Though Rosemary couldn't help but feel a sharp stab of vindictive pleasure as Hagrid quite soundly and effectively terrorized the Dursleys, yelling at them, twisting the shot gun into a knot, and, at the very end, giving Dudley a pigs tail. She was surprised by the viscous feeling, but just as equally pleased. Turnabout was fair play, after all.
It was amazing that Hagrid could do magic, real magic mind you, not the parlour tricks and slight of hand, with his giant pink umbrella. When Rosemary had asked for proof, some kind of example, he had lit the fireplace with said umbrella. She was left to sit back in stunned silence as peices of the twins life suddenly fell into place, making sense. Toys being repaired, the teacher's wig changing color that one time, hair being regrown overnight, appearing suddenly on the school's roof, the boa at the zoo that one time. All the things that had gotten Harry and her into so much trouble at the Dursleys. That was magic. Oh, and her A7nt and Uncle had known. They had known all along. They had known and had punished the twins for something that was beyond their control. Rosemary didn't know if she wanted to curse or cry.
However, as Hagrid loosely explained that the world of Wizards, Witches, and Magic was a separate society to that of the muggles, Rosemary again found hope. After having been denied their requests for emancipation because no judge was willing to send two 10 year olds out into the world on their own, leaving them trapped with the Dursleys until they were 18, perhaps magic would have an answer, or an escape route that they could take to get out of their personal prison.
Harry glanced over at his twin sister and found her braiding and unbraiding her flaming red curly hair, whilst her emerald green eyes were glazed over, a million miles away, and her poker face, an after school activity she used to earn them both lunch money, in place, and he grinned. If anyone could manipulate this situation to get them away from the Dursleys, it was his twin. After all, she had very nearly succeeded with the judge, and would have, if it wasnt for their young age. She was a masterful manipulator. Harry couldnt wait to see where she would go with this.
