Both brothers stared wide-eyed at the giant man in the doorway. Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia hurried in from the bedroom and Dudley sat up half asleep and confused.

Greyson noticed the rifle Uncle Vernon had in his arms. "Don't come any closer!" Uncle Vernon yelled to the giant beast of a man. "I'm warning you! Come any closer, and I'll shoot." The man walked into the shack, his head just brushing the ceiling, and easily took the gun from Uncle Vernon.

"Pipe down Dursley," he said and threw the rifle out to sea before replacing the door. "Now, that's better." He pushed Dudley aside from the couch before taking a seat. He set the tattered umbrella that was in his hand down by the couch.

"Now, there's the birthday boy," the giant said smiling at Harry. "An' Greyson. My, you two have grown. Last time I seen ye' yer both were tiny, not but a baby. Grayson, you was two and Harry, just a year." He moved around and pulled out a box from his coat. "Thought I'd bring ye a little somethin'."

Harry took the box, though it was slightly smooshed, and Greyson moved closer to see what he was given and it was a chocolate birthday cake with 'Happy Birthday Harry' written on it. That small gesture was something that made Greyson like Hagrid even more than the way he just disregarded Uncle Vernon. Harry was the first to find his voice out of the two. "Excuse me, but who are you exactly?" he asked, setting the cake down.

"Sorry 'bout that, names Rubeus Hagrid, Keeper of Keys and Grounds of Hogwarts," he said. "Bit cold in here." Hagrid made his way over to the fireplace of the pitiful shack and did something Greyson couldn't see, but suddenly the shack was filled with a cheerful fire, warming the room instantly.

"What's Hogwarts?" Greyson asked after finding his voice.

"What's Hogwarts?" Hagrid repeated. "Blimey, how could ye not know 'bout Hogwarts? It's where yer' parents learned it all."

"They are not going!" Uncle Vernon said. Greyson had forgotten he had even been there. "We're not sending them."

"Sending us where?" Harry asked. There seemed to be more questions than answers.

"And learned what?" Greyson asked as well.

"You lot didn't tell 'em?" Hagrid demanded. "You didn't tell them anything?" Uncle Vernon suddenly quieted.

"Tell us what?" Greyson asked this time.

"Blimey," Hagrid said and ran a hand through his massive beard. "Yer parents were great, one of the greatest I reckon." Hagrid took a deep breath and looked at the two of them. "But, yer wizards."

"Wi- what?" Greyson said trying to comprehend what Hagrid just said.

Harry frowned. "Hagrid, I'm sorry, but there is no way either of us could be wizards. We're just... us."

"Oh? So you never made anything just happen?" he asked. "Never when you were scared or mad?"

"...the snake," Greyson said looking at Harry and could see his brother thinking the same as him. He watched as Harry slowly broke into a smile, and that in turn made him smile. They both turned back to Hagrid, whose bushy beard was in a smile and his beetle black eyes shone with pride at them.

Greyson's smile fell. "Wait, you knew," he said and turned to look at his Aunt and Uncle. "You knew we were wizards, didn't you?"

"Of course we knew," Aunt Petunia said, her face forming a sneer. "How could we not know with my sister being what she was? My parents were so proud of having a witch in the family. Lily this and Lily that. Coming home every summer with frog spawn in her pockets and turning teacups into rats. But I saw her for what she really was, a freak.

"Then when she graduated she went and married that Potter boy and had you two." Aunt Petunia took a breath and stared at them with hate in her eyes. "Then to make matters worse, she went and got herself blown up, leaving us with the two of you."

"Blown up! You told me they died in a car crash," Harry yelled, though Greyson wasn't so surprised that it hadn't been a car crash at all. However, being blown up did surprise him.

"Lily and James die in a car crash?" Hagrid roared. "Like somethin' like that would have killed Lily and James Potter."

"Hagrid," Greyson said quietly. "How... how did they die?"

Hagrid let out a sigh. "Don't think I should be the one te tell ye this but someone has te," he said. "See 'bout ten years ago, there was this wizard, bad as bad can be. Worse than any other. He started gatherin' followers and you didn't know who ye could trust. Well, one night... October 31st, he went and killed yer mum and dad. But here's the strange thing, when he went te kill ye, Harry. He just couldn't."

"Why?" Greyson asked.

"Dunno, and that's the strange thing because when You-Know-Who decided to kill someone, that was it," Hagrid said. "But destroyed the house. It was rubble when I found it. I was there that night, I was sent to fetch you two. But Harry, yer famous fer it."

"Famous?" Harry parroted. "Famous for what?"

"Fer being the boy who lived," Hagrid said. "You survived You-Know-You." Greyson stared at his brother. Harry? Famous? He couldn't be. "Not only that, but after that, he vanished. No one knows what happened to him. Some say he died, but I don't think he was human enough for that. Some say he's out there still gathering his strength and biding his time." His little brother was some famous wizard for defeating an evil one, when he was only a year? Greyson shook his head. He couldn't see it.

"But, enough dark stuff," Hagrid said before reaching into one of his many coat pockets. "I think ye two have been waitin' long enough fer this." He held out that long awaited letter. Harry grabbed it first and held as Greyson undid the seal.

He pulled it out and they both stared as it told them they had been accepted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. "Owl?" Harry said as he read the letter faster than Greyson. "What do they mean they need our owl?"

"Oh, reminds me," Hagrid said as he wrote a quick note before handing it to a ruffled looking owl from one of his pockets.

"I already told you, they aren't going!" Uncle Vernon yelled. "They are going to Stonewall and are going to be grateful for it."

"Like a muggle like ye is gonna stop 'em," Hagrid said. "They've been on the list since they've been born, and they're going with the greatest headmaster Hogwarts has ever seen, Albus Dumbledore."

"I'M NOT GOING TO PAY FOR THEM TO LEARN SOME MAGIC TRICKS FROM SOME CRACKPOT OLD FOOL," Uncle Vernon bellowed.

"Never insult Albus Dumbledore in front of me," Hagrid said lowly.

Hagrid narrowed his eyes and spotted Dudley in the corner. Before Greyson could blink, Hagrid pointed his tattered umbrella at Dudley, who had a handful of cake in his hand, and suddenly there was a corkscrew pig tail poking through his pajama pants.

Aunt Petunia screamed in horror while Dudley held on tight to his bottom as if it was going to fall off. Hagrid chuckled as they ran off to the bedroom leaving Harry and Greyson alone with Hagrid.

"Well, best get some rest before we get going ter-morrow," Hagrid said brightly. He shrugged off his coat and handed it to the boys, it nearly swallowed them both. They dragged it off, close to the fire before cuddling close and letting sleep take them whole.