THE TRUTH REVEALED
CHAPTER SIX
DISCLAIMER: All recognizeable portions, or the parts in bold, are Joanne K. Rowling's work, all the credit goes to her. I am not making any money or profit off of this work except as my pleasure in doing it, and all characters belong to JK Rowling.
McGonagall shut the book with a snap. "We will have lunch, then continue," she announced. The students moaned. Harry wasn't so concerned-he knew what was next, and through the whole meal was grinning at Hagrid like a maniac. Of course, Hagrid grinned right back.
Once the meal was done, Dumbeldore Vanished the food like usual; but he also sent the dishes away. "Best be comforable!" he said, before looking to Flitwick continue reading.
"What's a rifle?" asked the Minister confusedly, as Flitwick read about Vernon yelling "I warn you-I'm armed!"
Professor Burbage asnwered that with, "it's a kind of Muggle wand-they pull a trigger and a small bit of metal comes out, flying faster than sound, to hit whereever they aimed. If it lands in the brain it will usually cause instant death, the same if it hits the heart or neck, lungs, or any major organs. If hit in the wrong places, say an arm or a leg, it causes unchecked bleeding until you can stop it. There are different sorts; the most general name is gun, like we call our wands simply wands; while they have other terms for different types, like rifle, revolver, musket-"
"I think we understand what a rifle is now, Charity." said McGonagall wearily.
"SMASH!" yelled Flitwick suddenly. McGonagall started, then said "Filius, please do try not scare the students,"
Flitwick read on. Then he stared at the book. "Really Hagrid? A cup of tea, after smashing down the front door on the middle of the sea? 'Sorry 'bout that,'" he said, in his best Hagrid impersonation. Hagrid grinned sheepishly.
"You are a very good actor, Filius, but please, let the rest of us know what happened."
A bit later-"oh everyone! The Dursleys finally get their comeuppance! And Hagrid deosn't even know what they've done! Ahem-"Ah, shut up, Dursley, yeh great prune, " said the giant; he reached over the back of the sofa, jerked thegun out of Uncle Vernon's hands, bent it into a knot as easily as if it had been made of rubber, and threw itinto a corner of the room."" Flitwick smiled. "Good for you, Hagrid!"
"Aww!" cooed Hermione when Hagrid handed Harry his cake.
Hagrid chuckled. "Good ter know it was on yer mind, Harry!" he called, at Harry's trying to say thank you for the cake. "He knows his manners!" he whispered loudly to Professor Sinistra sitting beside him.
"He had gone to school, after all, and his marks weren't bad. Now-really! He doesn't even know about magic-oh dear..."
Ron said to Harry, "If he called Vernon a 'great prune' when Dursley hadn't doen anything Hagrid knew about, I want to see what he does to them after finding this out..."
"I am not going to ruin the fun, you know-it's very climactic."
"CAR CRASH!" roared Hagrid,"
"Can't wait to see this," Ron muttered,
"All right-" Flitwick paused. He slowly looked up at Hagrid. "Y-you said the name? You said the name so Harry Potter could know it? The Sorting Hat was right!" he turned to Professor Sprout. "You've said he should belong in Hufflepuff. Don't you agree now the Sorting Hat was right?"
The Hall gave a gasp at the news that Hagrid said the name. Hagrid looked increasing desperate for the floor to swallow him up. Harry gave Hagrid a giant grin-it would not have looked out of place on Hagrid himself, Harry thought.
"Load of old tosh"! Vernon Dursley says "Load of old tosh" to all that happened back then!" Flitwick squeaked. "Load of old tosh! As if!" The rest of the staff were as angry at that as Flitwick, but the students pleaded for more.
The human content of the Great Hall was growing more anxious by the second at Hagrid's responses to the Dursley's and Harry, and how this must have felt for Harry.
"He'll be under the greatest headmaster Hogwarts ever had, Albus Dumbled -" "I AM NOT PAYING FOR SOME-" I am not going to voice those instults!" Flitwick said.
"Don't mind me, Filius. Just keep on reading," said Dumbledore kindly.
"If you insist..." mumbled Flitwick. "I AM NOT PAYING FOR SOME CRACKPOT OLD FOOL TO TEACH HIM MAGIC TRICKS!" Flitwick screeched. The Great Hall gasped. Then they turned as one to look at Hagrid, who had conflicting emotions on his face. For one, he looked excited and manic, and for the other, he looked furious with the Dursleys.
Ron and Hermione pestered Hary for asnweres. "You'll find out in a moment," Hary said, a crazy grin on his face.
"Hagrid seized his umbrella and whirled it over his head,
"NEVER, " he thundered,
"- INSULT- ALBUS- DUMBLEDORE -IN- FRONT- OF- ME!" He brought the umbrella swishing down through the air to point at Dudley - there was a flash of violet light, a sound like a firecracker, a sharp squeal, and the next second, Dudley was dancing on the spot with his hands clasped over his fat bottom, howling in pain. When he turned his back on them, Harry saw a curly pig's tail poking through a hole in his trousers." The Hall roared with laughter, and some fell of the benches. Harry, Ron, Hermione and the rest of the Gryffindor first years were holding their sides and gasping. Harry and Hagrid sported wide grins for the rest of the chapter.
"Now wait a moment!" said Fudge. "what year is Human Transfiguration taght at?"
McGonagall answered hesitantly, "sixth year..."
"And I believe you were expelled in third year-" Fudge began, but McGonagall interrupted him.
"I wish to congratulate you on a very impressive spell, Hagrid, one you had never learned. I'm sure my beginners wouldn't have done half as well." Fudge looked flustered with McGonagall's praise.
McGonagall then whispered, "remember your agreement with Dumbledore," she warned. He sat down agan, stumped.
"Chapter's done!" called Flitwick cheerfully. "lucky for us, that only took an hour, and the next chapter is called "Diagon Alley" so I think we all know what that is, Pomona, do you want to do the honors?" asked Flitwick, handing Sprout the book.
"Certainly."
Author's Notes:
I know this is a short chapter, but the climax was good! I believe I wrote the chapter in under half an hour-that includes reading the entire chapter to myself over again, as I wrote. Hey, I can seriously write when I'm motivated! There's so many moments I try and ensnare!