Title: Lollipops and Crocodile Tears

Disclaimer: I don't claim to own Harry Potter. Go me.

Date: Thursday, April 17

Summary: Harry Potter never claimed to be normal, but one night on Privet Drive turned his not so normal life into a story worth telling.

Notes: Okay, I know a lot of you were confused by the last chapter. Sorry!

Personally, this is one of my favorite chapters, it's short but I don't know it was just...so nice to write about such an innocent thing as Harry is in this


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Harry woke up in a different place than he had fallen asleep.

That was the probably the first reason he panicked.

The second reason was possibly the man with a scraggly beard leaning over him.

The very large man.

Now, unlike his relatives, Harry didn't generally judge based on appearances. But you must allow the fact that this wasn't a wide man exactly.

Like…Uncle Vernon or a sumo wrestler, for example.

No, this man was simply and extraordinarily huge.

Harry did the first thing that came to mind.

He closed his eyes, pulled the covers over his head and convinced himself that he was still asleep.

It didn't work.

"Now, 'arry," He boomed, "Don' try tha'."

Harry peaked out from under the covers.

He promptly pulled them up higher.

"Ma'ame Pomfr' he's awake!" The voice rumbled on.

"Hagrid! Don't do that; you'll scare the poor dear." Madame Pomfrey scolded him.

If Harry had looked out from under the sheets he would have found the sight comical.

"Now, shoo. Tell the Headmaster."

Harry heard Hagrid leave the ward.

"Harry?" He lowered the sheets slightly, "Come now, Hagrid didn't mean to frighten you. He may look massive, but he's relatively harmless."

The woman gently laid her hand on the bed. Harry stiffened reflexively.

They didn't move for a few short moments, but the boy relaxed slowly into her touch, pulling the blanket from his eyes.

She smiled kindly at him.