Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone, Chapter 1
Disclaimer: I don't… I do not… I'm sorry… I can't say it… Harry Potter is not my property!
Note from the Author: The Harry Potter books I have – except the last one – are in Spanish, so the extracts aren't exactly like the real English book…
"But how is the child going to get here, Dumbledore?" asked Professor McGonagall. Suddenly she observed the professor's cape, as if thinking he could have been hiding Harry under it.
"Hagrid will take him here."
"Do you believe… it's rational… to trust Hagrid with something as important as this?"
"I would trust Hagrid with my life," said Dumbledore.
"I don't say he's not a good person," said McGonagall reluctantly. "But you couldn't tell he isn't careless. He has the habit of… What was that?"
A deaf sound broke the silence that surrounded them. The sound started to increase in volume while they looked at both sides of the road, looking for a light. It got louder until it got up to a roar while the two of them looked up to the sky, and then a heavy motorcycle fell of the air and landed in the way, in front of them.
The motorcycle was massive, but if you would compare it with the man who drove it, it looked like a toy. He was two times taller than a normal man and at least five times wider. You could say he was too big to accept him in society and, apart from that, he was too shabby… Black, long and tangled hair, and a beard that covered most of his face. His hands had the same size as bin lids and his feet wore leather boots, and looked like dolphin babies. In his big arms he carried a lump covered with sheets.
"Hagrid," Dumbledore said, relieved. "Finally and where did you get that motorcycle?"
"I borrowed it, Professor Dumbledore," responded the giant, getting off the vehicle carefully while he spoke. "Young Sirius lent it to me. I brought the child."
Hagrid flew through the night to get baby Harry to Dumbledore, as instructed by the guy and apparently he is uncareful – if that's even a word – and was on the important job of taking the child to Dumbledore without any harm or intervention and everything… have I made it clear? But that's a boring story… for me of course – not for you. So:
What if… Hagrid had never come to number 4 in Privet Drive in the first place with the child Harry? What if he had an aerial accident and fallen from the sky while flying in the motorcycle?
"But how is the child going to get here, Dumbledore?" asked Professor McGonagall. Suddenly she observed the professor's cape, as if thinking he could have been hiding Harry under it.
"Hagrid will take him here."
"Do you believe… it's rational… to trust Hagrid with something as important as this?"
"I would trust Hagrid with my life," said Dumbledore.
"I don't say he's not a good person," said McGonagall reluctantly. "But you couldn't tell he isn't careless. He has the habit of…"
But while they have the Hagrid conversation…
Young Sirius had lent Hagrid his motorcycle, and Hagrid had never learnt to go on them, of course he was more of a guy who would be around in the wilderness, not with the technology of these days. Having this as a way of a shortcut to get to Dumbledore wasn't really a joy, but he needed to get baby Harry into safety as soon as possible.
He hopped on the vehicle and kicked the lever for it to gear up. Then they were flying. He held the child in his arms amiable and warmly. He had likened children a lot, but because of his size never got to meet his true love.
A clacking noise against the deaf sound of the motorcycle made him stop thinking and lose control of the vehicle, as it rebelled itself and started to shake around. The motorcycle started to fall down towards the ground rapidly.
Hagrid tried to stop the vehicle: he pressed buttons, pulled the lever and kicked the lever, but nothing was worth. He knew he couldn't do anything. He was supposed to take the child into safety, not take him into another set of troubles. Hagrid felt guilty and as they fell, he held Harry in his big arms trying to protect him from the deadly crash…
Meanwhile, Professor McGonagall looked into the dark road as she sat down against the wall of Number 4 with Dumbledore at her side. She sighed impatiently.
"So, when is Hagrid going to come, then?" she asked resentfully.
To her annoyance, Dumbledore was in another world, as he played around with his lemon candy wrap.
"You know, he should have been here by now."
Dumbledore raised a candy in front of her. "Lemon candy?"
She looked at him coldly, like she considered that this moment wasn't appropriate for candies, but took it anyway as a way to pass time. She unwrapped and sucked the candy in. Dumbledore raised his hand as if waiting for her to give him something and she reluctantly gave him the wrapper, with which Dumbledore passed his time observed it with great eagerness.
A local farmer had seen the smoke from the crash when the noise had woken the baby up. His wife had gone off to the baby and tried to calm her down. She was just a couple of months old but was able to gather so much energy to shriek as loud as to wake up the whole world. That was when his wife called for him and got him to see what had happened there where the smoke came from.
The farmer went there to get all surprised as he saw a big hairy guy with a smoking motorcycle at his side. He felt for his heartbeat, but there wasn't any. He bowed his head in respect and was about to leave when he noticed a lump between the giant's arms. A lump with white sheets. He looked under the white sheets to see baby Harry.
His wife in the meantime was feeding the baby and held her in her arms affectionately. She heard the door open and turned her head to see her husband come into the house.
Whether Harry survived the crash or not is up to you. He could have died in Hagrid's arms or he could have been found by the farmer and taken home.
If he was taken home he would have lived a normal 'muggle' life and lived happily with the farmer's family. Harry might have discovered his magic powers or not. Dumbledore might have found out about Harry living with the farmer's family and sent him a letter of acceptance into the Hogwarts School of Magic and Wizardry. Maybe when he was an adult he would get married with the farmer's daughter.
There are a lot of things that could happen in this fate Harry has had, but the only good thing of this – if he ever survived – is that he would have been in a good welcoming warming and loving home.
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