Chapter Twenty One: In Which Thoughts Are Explained
"You all right, Harry? Yer very quiet," said Hagrid.
Harry wasn't sure he could explain. No harm in trying, though!
"Everyone thinks I'm special," he said at last. "All because of a bad explanation."
"Bad explanation? What do yeh mean?"
"There were two adult and qualified magic users in the house the night You-Know-Who attacked my family; Mum and Dad. Yet I was given the credit for his defeat, the one least likely to do so! How would a baby even begin to defeat him?"
"No one knows, Harry, and that's why yer so special!"
"Isn't it obvious that my mum and my dad, who were really talented, fought You-Know-Who and died in the process? Maybe they were struck down just after one of them let off an explosion? Maybe the explosion in the living room was enough to defeat You-Know-Who? Even a eleven year old can make up better explanations than the one you told me!"
"No, Harry! Yer a hero, and you defeated You-Know-Who. Anyone who says otherwise is lying," Hagrid said stubbornly.
Harry sighed. So there was a reason Aunt Petunia called these people abnormal. It was going to be a really tiring life if everyone was even half as bad as Hagrid. . . .
AN: A short chapter! A profound one, though!
A line from the famous fanfiction Harry Potter and the Methods of Rationality - "They don't want to shake hands with me. They don't even want to look at me. All they want to do is meet a bad explanation."
It's true! The explanation made up for the Potters' death is full of holes and falls apart if it's questioned.