Authors Note: I just found out that I will be going on holiday for two weeks on Tuesday so I will not be able to update during that time. That is why I am updating so soon after my last update . I would like to thank Grace. Heroes 123 and noulis for their reviews. in response to noulis I have tried to make this chapter longer. you were right my chapters were very short but I hope this is of better length. please keep those reviews coming, I really do just want to improve, and also if you have any questions. I will try to update again as soon as possible.

Disclaimer: I have never known the point of this bit. if I own harry potter then I would not be writing this on here. if I owned harry potter I would be in Hawaii, sipping champagne and doing God knows what with the money JK Rowling earned instead of sitting here wondering about my future. But if it's not clear, I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER. :P

Chapter 3: I'm a wizard!

When Harry awoke two days later, only two things registered in his mind. One, he was alive. Two, he had mail. Harry had never received mail before. At first it was because he was a kid but now Dudley gets mail, so that is no longer true. Harry does not get mail because no-one knows he exists. Harry was all alone with no way of escape. He just didn't understand what was wrong with him. He looked like them, he had the same thoughts and feelings as them so what made him do these weird things. Maybe the Dursleys could do them too, but what made them not a freak was that they could control it. Whatever it was, Harry wanted it to stop.

Harry slowly lifted his head and ignored the pain that went through his head. Without looking Harry could already tell what was wrong with him; two broken ribs, one broken collarbone, four pulled tendons, 3rd degree burns, cuts that were infected and a concussion. Yet another weird talent of his. Sometimes Harry can't complain about these weird talents though, they have saved his life more than once. As well as being able to tell what is exactly wrong with him, he also knows exactly how to treat it and as a bonus he heals a lot faster than what is normal too. There was no way Harry could heal a broken ribs or pull tendons, those were injuries that healed there selves.

Harry got to work, finding anything he could to help his injuries. Since before he could remember Harry had been scavenging what he could, hoping that they would come in use one day. Food from the bins, medicines from the cabinet, if Harry thought the Dursleys wouldn't miss it then he would try and bring it to the shed for the next punishment. Harry found a cloth next to the weed cutters and proceeded to make a sling for his arm. This was all he could do for his collarbone but it was something. That is it would be if the Dursleys didn't immediately take it off of him. He then opened his secret compartment under the floorboards and pulled out some half eaten food. The bread had started to go green but it was all harry had and all he would get until he was healed. After Harry had eaten all he could afford to eat he took out the anti-sceptic and began cleaning his infected wounds. He then dragged himself outside to the hose were he pored the cold water over his burns. When he knew that all his wounds were attended to, Harry walked in to the Dursley house hold.

The second Harry entered the threshold he was bombarded with chores to make up for the work he had forced upon them. Since he couldn't do any chores because he was unconscious the Dursleys had been forced to do the house work and that should never happen. The Dursleys don't deserve to do house work. It was already two o'clock so harry didn't have long to finish them but as he did his chores, Harry couldn't help looking for his letter. This got Vernon's attention. As Harry sat trying to scrub the kitchen floor with only one hand, Vernon approached behind him and threw him against the wall. He held Harry around the throat and leaned in close as he said "you looking for that letter boy. Well it's not here. You will never get that letter as long as I am here. Who would want to mail you? Who would want to talk to a freak? Do you understand boy" and without waiting for an answer he threw Harry against the floor on his bad side and slouched back in to the living room.

Finding out that he was never going to read that letter disappointed Harry. The only people who had ever known about him had been his parents and they died in a car crash when he was one. Harry had hoped that the person writing those letters was someone who did not care about him being a freak and would take him away from this dreadful place and raise him as their own. Once again he was let down. After finishing, Harry went to his cupboard to get some sleep. The cupboard under the stairs was the only thing he could really call his own. It was where he slept every night or where he would go if there was a surprise visitor. That night Harry lay curled up in the thin sheet used as a cover, wondering for the millionth time what it would be like to be loved. Suddenly Harry heard banging coming from the outside his cupboard. He slowly opened the door to find Vernon nailing the mail slot closed. Beside Vernon was a stack of letters. Harry strained his eyes to see who they were for only to find that it was for him. The letters had the same writing as the previous letter. There must have been ten letters beside Vernon all to Harry. After finishing with the mail slot he walked in to the living room and threw all the letters in to the fire and sat in the arm chair opposite and began drinking a beer. The letters slowly crumpled until they were nothing but dust. Harry returned to his cupboard with a smile on his face. Whoever was trying to contact him was still trying. They hadn't given up. They hadn't forgotten about him. That night Harry spent the first night he could remember without a night mare. Now he had something he did not have before; something that would keep him going, something that meant he would fight. Harry James Potter had hope.

The next morning Harry continued on as usual so the Vernon would not be suspicious. if Vernon knew that Harry saw him he would beat Harry again and his current state he didn't think he would be able to take it. Harry did not want to die, not now that he might be saved so he kept his head down and did the work. Today was a Sunday so on top of the house work Harry also had to weed the garden. This was extremely hard to do with only one hand. As Harry tended to the garden he noticed something strange. Owls were coming one by one and landing just out side the house. Owls were not a normal sight in England and Harry cursed himself for not remembering that an owl had dropped off the first letter sooner. As harry rose to approach an owl the door flew open Petunia told him to serve them lunch. Harry walked around the room offering sandwiches and lemonade to the Dursleys. Vernon chattered away to his family but Harry wasn't listening. He was to busy trying to formulate a plan to get back outside before the owls flew away.

Suddenly the house began to shake and a low rumble could be heard through the walls. Harry looked out through the window for what was making the noise but there was nothing there. And when I say nothing I mean nothing. The owls where gone. Then suddenly there was a POP from behind him and as Harry turned around, thousands of letters flew out of the chimney and floated around the room. Petunia was trying to protect her son while Vernon was trying to do the impossible and catch all the letters. Harry decided this was his chance to grab one and sneak it back to his cupboard. Harry kept his eyes on the family as he bent down and picked one up. There on the front was his name again. Harry then hid the letter behind his back and slowly edged towards the door. Harry was so close to freedom when Vernon spotted Harry and ran for him. Harry tried to run away but Vernon grabbed him and wacked his head against the wall. Vernon then grabbed the letter and ripped it to shreds. In Harry's dazed state he heard Vernon scream " That's it. I've had enough. Were going away." and then Harry fell unconscious.

(Harry's Prov)

BANG! Some one was trying to get through the little door of our seaside apartment. Why I don't know. There's nothing important or valuable here. We had come here after the letters had 'ruined' the house. Vernon never gave an explanation, not even to his family, he just mumbled something along the lines of "let's see if they can find us now." as we walked up to the lighthouse. I think he was trying to get away from the people who were sending me letters and if so then it worked. We have been here a week and there has been not one sine of another letter.

BANG! What's more is today is my birthday. Well, sort of. It was after twelve so technically it was the thirty-first of July. I wouldn't get a cake or presents like Dudley had. I wouldn't get a party. I doubt the Dursleys even remembered my birthday. So I would draw a cake in the dust that I had collected all year and make the same wish that I had made every year before that. I wish that someone will rescue me. Whoever was outside was not what I meant when I blew out my 'candles'. Whoever it was sounded huge and nothing good came from huge. Mr Dursley was huge, and I'm terrified of him. Mr Dursley was now at the stairs with a shot gun in his hand in front of his family.

"Don't come in, I tell ya. I have a shot gun and I know how to use it." shouted Mr Dursley sounding more confident than he was.

BANG! The guy was still trying to get in and I knew that the door was about to give way. I hid behind a pillar that was next to the fire place. Maybe if I use the fire to keep him away from the Dursleys then they would see that my 'weirdness' was not so bad after all, because it had saved there life. I know that's not the case as Vernon likes to beat me for any reason and he wont see it as I had just saved there lives, he would only see that I had been 'weird' again. But that must be better than getting eaten alive.

BANG! The door comes flying off of it's hinges and just out side Is the tallest person I have ever seen. He was about twice the size of Mr Dursley. He was hairy too, his beard, moustache and hair covered half of his face. This man walked in through the now open door. He was glaring at Mr Dursley with his head tilted menacingly. His hands were on his hips as he slowly took a few steps forward. When he looked down at the cowering Dudley standing behind his father he smiled, he smiled like he had known Dudley for years.

"Sorry about that." said the man and turned around and licked the door up like it weighed nothing. He then walked over to Dudley and said " Well Harry, it has been along time. Haven't you grown."

"Get away or I will shoot." screamed Mr Dursley.

"Oh dry up Dursley you big prune." and then the man grabbed the front of the gun and bent it to the sealing.

That's when I decided to be brave. "That's not Harry. I'm Harry." I said stepping forward. The giant man turned round and his smile got even bigger.

"Well of course you are, you look just like your dad."

"You knew my day."

"Of course I do, and your mum. Everyone knows them two."

" I'm not try to be rude sir, but why are you here."

" Hagrid. My name is Rubeus Hagrid and Oh yes, I almost forgot. I have two things for you Harry. One, Happy birthday." and then the man called Hagrid pulled out a crumpled box from his jacket and handed it to me. I cautiously opened the box to find a crumbling cake with the words 'Happy Birthday Harry' written in blue icing.

"Thank you. It's great" I said genuinely.

"You are very welcome Harry. Now the second thing..."and then Hagrid pulled out the same letter that had been torturing Mr Dursley.

"No, you will not bring that letter in here. We will not let you make him an even bigger trouble than he is now. He will not go to that retched school" screeched Petunia.

"Hogwarts School of Witch Craft and Wizardry is not a retched school. How dare you insult us you pathetic muggle" raged Hagrid

"um, did you say Witch Craft and Wizardry?" I whispered. This was all getting very weird. A man the size of a giant had come to the middle of no where saying that harry was going to be going to not only a school, but a school of Witch craft and Wizardry.

" You don't know, do you? He doesn't know, does he? How does he not know?" said Hagrid raising his voice a little more with every question.

"Sorry" I whispered as I backed away.

"It' s them as should be sorry! I knew yeh weren't gettin' yer letters but I never thought yeh wouldn't even know abou' Hogwarts, fer cryin' out loud! Did yeh never wonder where yet parents learned it all?"

"All what?" asked Harry.

"ALL WHAT?" Hagrid thundered. " Why, magic. You are a wizard Harry. "

"I'm a what? I'm sorry I think you have the wrong person. I can't be a wizard." This man is crazy.

"So you haven't done anything out of the ordinary. Anything that the Dursleys don't do."

"Well yes..."

" Exactly, you are a wizard and you have magic in your bones. Now come on we have some shopping to do!"

With that Hagrid escorted Harry out of the light house and in to the dark night.