A/N: Hello again everyone! This is chapter four and we are going to be covering Hagrid's visit today! And, next chapter is Diagon Alley! I'm looking forward to that. Well, anyway Harry's going to be very surprised. Here we go!

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter nor do I intend to make money off of this fanfiction. I am doing this purely for fun. Original ideas and characters by J.K Rowling.

Chapter 4- How Tall Are You?

Harry and the Dursleys hopped into the boat. It was slowly filling with water so it was quite uncomfortable. Harry didn't own a rain coat so he was soaking wet.

"Here we go" Yelled the man over the wind. He pushed off from the shore and they were off into the swelling ocean. The waves violently tossed the boat around. Harry nearly fell out twice over the course of the trip. No one was talking. It was not like anyone could talk anyways. Harry didn't think he could get any more wet than he already was. He was wrong. The water was icy cold and Harry was soaked to the bone. Water was pouring easily in and out of the boat. A miserable hour later, the Dursleys and Harry were tied to the island. It had taken them twenty minutes just to tie the boat up to the small excuse for a dock.

They all got out of the boat and thanked the man who had taken them. They then turned towards the shack.

"Well here we are" said Uncle Vernon happily. "They will never be able to get letters through this storm."

Nobody looked happy about the situations except Uncle Vernon. They unlocked the door to the shack and walked in. It was a dingy little shack. It had one tiny bathroom with no shower. There was only one bedroom, so naturally, Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia took the bedroom and left Harry and Dudley to figure out where they were to sleep. There was a small couch which of course Dudley got, so, Harry had to lie on the shaggy carpet. He couldn't fall asleep. What a way to spend a day. And then Harry remembered: It was his eleventh birthday in 20 minutes. This was not going to be a good birthday, Harry could already tell.

Since it was nearly midnight, Harry decided to do a countdown to when he was turning eleven. Ten minutes till midnight. It was quite cold, Harry thought. Five minutes to go. Were those footsteps outside or just the rain? Three minutes. It really is raining quite hard. One minute. Was that a light outside the door, or was Harry seeing things? Five, Four, Three, Two, ONE! There was a huge bang that was the door flying off its hinges and hitting the wall. Harry gave a start and sat up. Dudley jumped up yelling stupidly.

"WHERES THE CANNON?" He asked.

"There is no cannon" Harry hissed in reply. Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia ran into the room. Harry now realized what the long, thin package was. It was a shotgun, and Uncle Vernon was pointing it at the door. Standing in the door was a huge silhouette.

"WHO'S THERE?" Uncle Vernon yelled.

The silhouette stepped through the door to reveal a huge man. He had a large brown beard and two small beady eyes. But, they were different from Uncle Vernon's. They had a kind twinkle to them. The man was wearing a huge trench coat.

"Oh, keep yer' pants on ye great prune!" the man shouted back.

Uncle Vernon visibly whitened. He took a step back into the corner of the hut. The man then walked over to the couch. Dudley ran like there was no tomorrow. Uncle Vernon shielded his son from the possible threat. The man then turned to Harry.

"An' you mus be 'arry'" The man smiled at Harry. "Oh, how rude o' me. 'ere" The man went and crouched next to the fire. He returned a minute later, a roaring fire in the fire place. "You look freezing 'arry'" the man said, concerned. "Here." The man took his huge coat off and put it over Harry's shoulders. "That should keep ye warm fer now." Harry had no idea how to respond. This complete stranger was treating him better than the Dursleys had his entire life.

"Uhhhhhhhhh…" Harry managed to get out. "Who… who are you?" Harry asked, nervous.

"Oh, my name is Hagrid" the man said. "I'm the Keeper o' Keys at 'ogwarts as well as game keeper." Harry had no idea what Hogwarts was but he was intrigued.

"What's Hogwarts?" Harry inquired.

"Well it's a school of magic o' course" Hagrid responded, a frown on his face.

"Magic? Like magic tricks?" Harry asked.

Hagrid rounded on the Dursleys. Uncle Vernon seemed to have regained his composure. "You mean ter tell me, that ye never told 'arry about magic?" Hagrid roared. Uncle Vernon ignored him.

"Sir, I don't know who you are but I forbid you to tell the boy anything. It's none of his business." Uncle Vernon stated, no longer scared.

"None o' his business?" Hagrid yelled, outraged. "Magic is the reason he 'as no parents! He 'as every right ter know!" Hagrid turned around towards Harry. "Here I'll tell ye now. So, what do ye know?"

"Sir!" Uncle Vernon yelled. "Don't say a word to the boy! Leave the premises or I'll shoot!" Hagrid turned back towards Harry's uncle.

"Oh, will ye now" Hagrid said, menacingly. He stepped towards Uncle Vernon and before Vernon could react, Hagrid bent the barrel of the gun in a loop and chucked it out the window. "Now" He said sitting down on the couch next to Harry. "What do ye know about yer parents, 'arry?" Hagrid asked kindly.

"Well" Harry said, nervous. "I was told my parents died in a car crash-"Harry was cut off by Hagrid jumping up and flushing a color to rival Uncle Vernon's. Hagrid turned on the Dursleys who were now cowering in the corner.

"YOU MEAN TER TELL ME THAT 'ARRY GREW UP, THINKIN 'IS PARENTS DIED IN A CRASH?" Hagrid shouted. He sounded like an English foghorn. Hagrid then pulled out a small pink umbrella. He pointed it at Harry's aunt and uncle. He waved it around a bit and they started to transform. Harry's aunt grew taller and spotted. Harry thought she looked like a giraffe. Harry's uncle grew smaller and pink and grew a small tail. "Yer finally getting what ye deserved" Hagrid said.

"Now 'arry" Hagrid said. "Yer parents didn't die in a car crash. They were killed by an evil wizard that came ter power a number o' years ago. 'is name was… was" Hagrid stammered.

"What?" asked Harry. He was very serious. Everything he thought he knew was lie. He had just found out his parents were killed by an evil wizard. What next, flying motorbikes?

"Oh, whatever. 'is name was Vol-Voldemort" Hagrid said. He suddenly looked scared.

"Voldemort?" Harry asked.

"Don' say 'is name" Hagrid hissed. "Jus' say he 'o must not be named." Hagrid was slowly turning to a normal skin color. "Anyways, here's what I came 'ere ter do." Hagrid handed Harry one of the letters. "This is an invitation to 'ogwarts School o' Witch Craft an' Wizardry. Inside there is also a supplies list."

Harry was speechless. Finally he had a way out of this life. He wasn't the only one that could do things. Harry was excited. "When do I start?" inquired Harry excitedly.

"Well, we go ter Diagon Alley ter fetch your supplies then a few days after, you board the 'ogwarts Express. That'll get you safe ter 'ogwarts" Hagrid replied. He looked tired to Harry. "So you bes' get some sleep, 'cause we are leaving early tomorrow."

Harry lay down on Hagrid's moleskin coat. Today was a good day. He had learned about magic. Now he had a way out. He wasn't the only one who was different!

Harry couldn't wait for tomorrow to come.

A/N: Well I never knew I would be able to get four chapters up today. You can expect a few more chapters tomorrow! Thank you again DrakeLayne for editing and revising this chapter! Make sure to review! Thanks for reading!

-HypocriticalHypo