Harry woke up on the couch in the Dursley's front room, surprisingly without any pain. He sat up and looked around trying to make sense of what had just happened. Everything seemed quite normal, except when he looked at the kitchen table; the three Dursleys were sitting and smiling lazily at each-other like those fake families you'd see in television ads. Harry turned and put his feet on the floor and went to stand up, when something from behind startled him.
'Ahh, Harry m'boy! Glad to see yer up an' about!' Said rough highlander's voice from behind him. 'Professor Dumbledore, sir, He's up and about now.'
Harry turned around and was met with the sight of the biggest man he'd ever seen. He at least 11 feet tall or more and broader than anyone Harry had ever seen. He had a fussy mane of black hair and an equally fussy black beard the covered much of his face, revealing only two small beady black eyes. This hulking figure held onto a small pink umbrella and a small white box; tied with a red bow. His gargantuan hands placed both the items he was holding on the coffee table next to him and walked over to Harry. At the same time a tall; old man came from the door leading to the corridor and Harry's 'bedroom'. He wore strange purple robes, they were covered in silver stars and moons, with a pointy purple hat; covered in the same pattern.
The old man spoke first. 'Ahh, Harry Potter. It is good to see that you are finally awake. Your cousin did hit you quite hard with that frying pan, I must say. Anyway, my name is Albus Dumbledore and this' – he said gesturing to the giant man – 'is Rubeus Hagrid and we are going to fill you in on all the lies your foster family has told you.' His voice was wise and calm but Harry could tell that this Dumbledore was eager to talk to Harry by the look in his enchanting blue eyes, hidden behind half-moon spectacles.
''Fore we do that.' Said Hagrid. 'I know it's yer birthday, in about a week but I won't be seein' yeh then, so I got yeh this now.' He proclaimed loudly. Walking back to pick up the white box he then handed it to Harry.
Harry looked at it quizzically. 'Go on. Open it. I know it's early but it's for you. An' I may have sat on it on the way down, should still taste a'right, though. Professor an' I made it ourselves.'
Harry opened the box slowly, not sure if it was an elaborate joke or trick. As he pulled the red ribbon away from the box and took off the lid, Harry saw little bit of pink. He opened the box quickly and saw the most beautiful cake he'd ever seen, sure it was a little lop-sided and the writing the spelled "Happy Early Birthday Harry " was in a horrible shade of green but it was his and not laced with copious amounts of bicarb-soda; as was the norm, Harry could tell by the smell.
'This is for me?' Harry asked, shocked that these two strangers would be so kind to a boy that didn't know them. 'I-I-I don't know what to say.'
The old man, Dumbledore, put his hand on Harry's shoulder. 'Say nothing, just listen. We are going to tell you everything.'
Harry sat with the two men for many hours. They talked and talked about everything. About Lilly and James Potter, Harry's parents, how they fought the Dark Lord Voldemort to protect him and how Harry somehow survived Voldemort's attempt to kill him. Harry now knew why he had been able to do strange things that defied common sense and how the glass disappeared at the zoo. Harry was a wizard and was going to go to a wizarding school called Hogwarts. Harry had never felt so relieved or free in his life. He was going to the place where his parents met and he was going to learn about his true heritage.
