Thanks for the reviews! Yes, I know Eric is kind of an idiot. I hope that's what will make this fanfic different. I'll try to keep down on the swearing, but sometimes I think it's a bit necessary.

Chapter 2

Harry Potter sat upright in his cupboard, with a very weird feeling. He looked from side to side, upwards, and behind him. This was his cupboard alright, no question about it. It had been his room for almost eleven years. But… why? Why had he allowed himself to be locked up in this surrogate of a room? He must have been delusional. He had no idea why it had never occurred to him never to protest against it, or why he suddenly felt so strongly about this. Fact of the matter was, it was ridiculous, and it was about time he spoke up about it.

He got himself clothed, and walked to the kitchen, completely ignoring the Dursleys that where sitting at the table. 'There you are,' said Vernon Dursley, with an obvious tone of dislike added to his voice. 'Make me some scrambled egg'. It was silent for a moment, and then he heard Harry laugh. He looked up, angry and confused at the same time. 'I'm sorry Vernon', Harry started, 'but if you want food, you're gonna have to do it yourself. Because I'm done with that,' after which Harry turned around to grab cornflakes. Had he stayed to watch Mr. Dursley react, he would have seen a dumbfounded man that didn't seem to know how to react. Just as Harry had grabbed a bowl, though, mr. Dursley seemed to have decided how to react. 'You will do as I say', Mr. Durlsey began in an overly friendly yet authoritative voice, 'Or I will lock you in your cupboard for the rest of your life.

'Yea, that's another thing I wanted to talk about, sorta. I think I'm entitled to a normal room. You know, like normal kids?' Mr. Dursley seemed to explode at this point. He got up, and was marching towards Harry, apparently determined to force him to start on his scrambled eggs, and to make sure Harry knew he had no right to ask for something as outlandish as a normal room. Harry, being much faster, of course, had started running the moment Mr. Dursley got up from his seat. Harry sprinted into the hallway, towards the stairs. Mail had arrived, another thing they wouldn't be using him for anymore, he thought as he ran up the stairs. Harry locked himself in in Dudley's second room. Mere seconds later, Mr. Dursley had caught up with him, slamming on the locked door. 'Open it! Open the door right now!'

'Suck on it!' Harry shouted, 'This is my room now.' Mr. Dursley continued to shout threats and demands for twenty minutes, until he finally gave up, and descended the stairs. Harry could faintly hear him mutter '..take off the hinges'. Harry expected him to come back any minute, but Mr. Dursley didn't come back to get rid of the door. Was mr Dursley going to wait until Harry's attention had wavered, or had he found something more interesting to do? Two hours later, though, someone knocked on the door. 'Harry', Mr. Dudley's voice said, 'You can have this room. Move Dudley's stuff to the shed, and move your own stuff to this room.' Harry hesitated for a moment, but Mr. Dursley didn't sound like he was tricking him. In fact, it sounded like Mr. Dursley was doing this entirely against his own will. Still cautious, Harry opened the door. But Mr. Dursley had already gone downstairs again, clearly not interested in getting face to face with Harry at this point. He took that to mean Mr. Dursley meant it, and within 15 minutes, Harry was done. He knew the Dursleys would come to their senses. He had stood up for himself, like he should have done all the previous years, and it had paid off. He went downstairs to grab a bite, and miraculously, the Dursley's didn't say anything as he grabbed some food from the kitchen. 'I should have done this year's ago', he thought to himself happily.

The next morning, however, he noticed he couldn't open his bedroom door. It was locked – from the outside! 'What the..,' Harry murmured to himself, as he kept opening the door. But it was impossible. 'Those bastards. I'll just climb to through the window, and call Child Protective Service. I have to get out of here. But what he then saw, filled him with shock, disbelief and rage. BARS. There were now bars in front of his window. What was this madness? Harry ran back to the door, slamming in on it, while screaming 'WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM? GET ME OUT OF HERE!' But there was no response.

'This is not real. This can't be real,' Harry argued with himself. But panic also entered into his mind; how long where they going to ignore him, and deprive him of food and use of the toilet? Would they just let him starve to death? Was that his punishment for his sudden rebellion? Harry saw or heard no one that day, and spent most of the time looking through his barred window. Because there sure were a lot of owls showing up. Harry had no idea what that was all about, but figured it wasn't likely that he'd ever find out.

Not having done a lot that day, except wondering about owls, Harry slept lightly that night, and he woke up when the sound of a motorcycle protruded his bedroom. He thought nothing of it, until the noise stopped very abruptly. It had stopped here, almost at midnight. Harry, still a bit sleepy, got out of bed to look through his window. It was a motorcycle all right, but the man that was riding it, looked nothing like a normal man. He was huge, with a long trench coat, and lots of, lots of hair. He couldn't make out much more because of the dim streetlights, but the enormous man had, undoubtedly, gotten of his motorcycle, and was walking towards the front door. The giant man took a glimpse at the barred window, and Harry immediately hid himself. 'Who IS that?', Harry asked himself, quite scared. There was a loud knocking on the door, and Harry realized that he was probably the safest in the house at the moment. He was after all, locked up. There was another knock, and then a terribly loud crack. The man had busted the front door. Harry was legitimately scared now, and as he heard Mr. Dursley on the corridor, with aunt Petunia right behind him, all he could think was 'what a brave man.' He heard Mr. Dursley shout. His voice was shivering, but he tried to sound authoritative, like he had done at Harry. It didn't work this time either. There was no response, but a fraction of second later, someone was coming up the stairs. And the way it sounded, it wasn't Mr. Dursley, and certainly not Petunia. Harry kept standing by the window, frozen, unable to move. He anticipated it, but was nevertheless scared shitless when the man began slamming on his door, not even bothering to try and open the lock. After a few more hits, the hinges ripped from the wood, and the door fell on the floor with a loud bang.

And now he finally got a good look at the man. He looked even larger than he had appeared outside. He barely fit in through the door way, and even know, standing in Harry's room, he was bent slightly. His trench coat was looked very worn, with lots of patches, and even more pockets. The man's face was covered with black, savage looking hair. His face looked angry, but something in the guy's eyes seemed to remind Harry of worry. Had he come to free Harry?.

Still pressed against his window, he managed blur out some words. 'Wh..who.. are.. are you?'

But the giant didn't answer his question. 'Wha did they do ter you?', he asked instead. Harry let out a massive sigh. He was still scared, but it appeared this man had come to save Harry. Someone must have seen the barred window and called.. well, who? He doubted Child Protective Services employed blokes like him.

'They locked me up!' Harry screamed. 'They fucking locked me, with no food or anything!'

'That's all they did?', the man asked, and Harry heard relief in his voice.

'Uhm, no, but...'

'Phew,' the man sighed, interrupting Harry, 'that's a relief! Come Harry, let's go downstairs. I can barely stand upright here..'

Harry was too shocked to ask, or even realize how the guy knew his name. He just wanted answers, and possibly a way out of this mess. Harry didn't like adventures at all. He self-conscious enough to know he wasn't brave or anything like that. As glad as he was not to be locked up anymore, he would have much preferred it if the guy had come by at, say, noon?

As they walked into the living room, Harry could see the Dursleys sitting on the large couch, shaking with a lot of fear, and perhaps a bit of anger. The enormous man sat himself down on the other couch, taking up all of it. He seemed to wait for Harry to take a seat, but when Harry remained standing, he started talking.

'Harry, these people have been holding information from yeh.' You should have gotten a letter a few days ago, but instead of givin' it to yeh, they locked you up.'

That's when harry remembered the mail he had ignored when I ran up the stairs to claim Dudley's second room for himself. His letter must have been among them. And Mr. Dursley had seen it when he had gone downstairs to get his screwdriver. He looked at Mr. Dursley in disbelief.'

'Why would you do that', he said,' I thought you locked me up because I was standing up for myself, but you let me starve over a fucking letter?'

Mr. Dursley said nothing, but his eyes pierced Harry's and seemed to communicate nothing more else but 'die, Harry, just die right there'.

'Anyways, ' The giant said, 'They completely ignored the other letters I sent by owl, so I figured I'd better come down here, me self, and get this over with.'

'The owls,' Harry thought,' They'd come for him. But wait..'

'Owls? Why would you sent letters by owl? And what's your name anyway?' Harry asked. His fright had been replaced with curiosity, though he was still cautious.

'Name's Hagrid. Sorry I hadn't introduced me selves. And owls are the way we sent mail. Us wizards that is.'

'Wait, what?'

'You're a wizard, Harry.'

That's chapter two! At first I didn't want to have Harry picked up by Hagrid, but I realized I really needed a mr exposition to do what I want to do. Feedback appreciated! I hope I can get some more plotlines started in the next chapter(s), and the chapters should be getting longer from here. English isn't my native language, so I hope you can forgive me for having Hagrid talk more normal. This is a great exercise for me though.