July 21st, 1991
SMACK!
Primrose resists the urge to grab Dudley's new riding crop and snap it in half when he smacks her arm again. She focuses on cleaning the windows while Harry serves breakfast.
"Dudley! Breakfast is ready!" Vernon speaks from the kitchen. Primrose watches in slight amusement at how quickly Dudley ran to go eat.
"Girl! Get in here! Boy, get the mail!" Vernon adds angrily, making Primrose sigh with an eye roll. She puts down the rag and the sprayer before rushing into the kitchen.
In the cramped corner of the kitchen was two chairs, one missing two legs, and an old, children's table. Two plates of small, burnt portions sat on the grimy table with no silverware. Primrose squeezes past Petunia and sits in the broken chair.
"Hurry up, boy!" Vernon shouts impatiently. "What are you doing, checking for letter bombs?" Primrose rolls her eyes while her uncle laughs at his own, horrible, joke.
"Are those for us?" Primrose asks through her eyes as she watches Harry give Vernon the mail except for two thick envelopes. He nods his head as he tries to walk past Dudley, about to open one of the letters. Primrose stands as Harry gets closer, peaking over his shoulder to read the letter with him.
"Dad!" Dudley shouts suddenly, Primrose jumping at the sudden noise.
"Dad, Harry's got something!" The large boy continues, pointing at Harry's letter. Primrose gasps as she is roughly pushed out of the way and the two envelopes are snatched out of Harry's hands.
"That's ours!" The twins say, trying to snatch the envelopes back.
"Who'd be writing to either of you?" Vernon sneers before opening the letter with a shake. He only glances at it before turning green. Primrose and Harry glance at each other in confusion at Vernon's terror-stricken face.
"P-P-Petunia!" The gasp makes Primrose curious while she almost hisses at Dudley when he tries to grab on of the envelopes. Vernon raises it above his head, Petunia grabbing it. She also pales, almost fainting on the spot. It would have been hilarious if either Primrose or Harry knew what the hell was going on.
"Vernon! Oh my goodness–Vernon!" The horse of a woman chokes while clutching her throat. Primrose watches Dudley turn a million shades of red before smacking Vernon on the head.
"I want to read that letter," The large boy demands loudly, borderline a yell.
"We want to read it," The twins say in fury, "as they're ours."
"Get out, all of you." Primrose almost feels her jaw drop at Vernon ordering his son, but anger washes over her as she watches him stuff the letter back into the open envelope.
Harry nor Primrose moved.
"WE WANT OUR LETTERS!" They shouted. Primrose vaguely notes Petunia stepping back from her, an expression mixed with reminiscent horror.
"Let me see it!" Dudley demands louder, about to go into a temper tantrum.
"No way in hell am I letting you whale of a boy read my letter!" The ten year old girl shouts vehemently. Dudley also takes a step back, shocked.
"OUT!" Vernon roars, grabbing Dudley and Harry by the scruff of their necks and almost literally throws them out of the kitchen. Petunia grips Primrose's arm before actually throwing her into the hallway wall.
The door slams shut, causing a fight between who gets to listen through the keyhole between Harry and Dudley. When they find a winner, Primrose was already listening through the keyhole. Too angry and curious, Dudley leans down on the floor with Harry and listens.
"Vernon." Primrose is absolutely shocked by how much the violent wannabe housewife's voice shook. What is so special about the letters that they are striking absolute terror in her guardians hearts?
"Look at the addresses–how could they possibly know where they sleep? You don't think their watching the house?" Petunia continues.
"Watching–spying–might be following us," Vernon mutters with a certain wildness that forces Primrose back to the punishments she and Harry endured.
"But what should we do, Vernon? Should we write back? Tell them we don't want–"
"No." Vernon paces the kitchen. "No, we'll ignore it. If they don't get an answer... Yes that's best... we won't do anything..."
"But–"
"I am not having two in the house, Petunia! Didn't we swear when we took them in we'd beat out that dangerous nonsense?!" Primrose feels the anger fester in her gut, making her move away form the door and quietly sneaks towards the cupboard. Harry follows after her.
The day went by quickly for Harry and Primrose, who were both finishing up their summer homework at a forced mediocre level. When Vernon stops by their cupboard after he comes home from work, Primrose is surprised.
"Where's our letters?" The twins ask as Vernon manages to squeeze through the door. "Who's writing to us?"
"No one. It was addressed to you by mistake," Vernon says with a certain shortness to it, "so I've burned them."
"It was not a mistake," Primrose starts angrily, Harry finishing the sentence with just as much anger. "It had our cupboard on them."
"SILENCE!" Vernon shouts raising his hand to backhand Primrose, the closest. Harry immediately pulls her behind him with a glare, Vernon forcing himself to calm down. He takes a few deep breaths and forces a painful-looking smile on his face.
"Eh–yes, Harry, Primrose–about this cupboard. Your aunt and I have been thinking... you're both getting a bit big for it... we think it might be nice if you moved into Dudley's second bedroom." Primrose didn't trust this at all.
"Why?" Primrose pushes through the residual fear of almost being hit and asks their uncle.
"Don't ask questions!" Vernon snapped. "Take this stuff upstairs, now."
Primrose and Harry only took a single trip to move everything upstairs, excitement buzzing through the ten year old girl. They're finally, finally, getting their own room! All for the wrong reasons, probably, but at least they have a room.
Primrose scrunches her nose in disgust at the mess of broken toys and presents strewn all over the room. Without so much as a glance towards Harry, she begins to clean up the room.
"I don't want them in there... I need that room... make those freaks get out..." Primrose could feel a large headache forming at the back of her head as Dudley continued to scream, cry, and shout throughout the rest of the evening. God, this was his worst tantrum yet!
July 22nd–July 31st, 1991
Primrose and Harry could not believe the effort Vernon was putting into stopping the letters from coming. The next morning, Primrose practically choked Vernon, trying to get the letters in a confusing fight between her, Vernon, and Dudley.
The morning after, Harry woke up at six in the morning to try and grab the mail first, only to step onto Vernon's face, who slept under the front door to stop his plan. Vernon even took off work that day to nail up the mail slot.
On Friday, twenty-four letters came arrived for both Harry and Primrose, pushed under the door or under the small cracks on the bathroom windows. Vernon stayed home, again, and practically boarded up the entire house.
Sunday rolled by, and it was hilarious, if Primrose could get past the disappointment in herself. Letters were shooting out from the kitchen chimney and she failed to grab a single letter. Harry couldn't grab one either before Vernon dragged them out of the kitchen. That was the day Vernon went absolutely crazy and forced them all into the car, booking them a hotel on the outskirts of a big city after a whole day without stopping for food, water, or someplace to relieve themselves. It was horrible, sharing a room with Dudley, who snored louder than a bullhorn. Vernon couldn't take it and beat out all his anger on Primrose that night. The letters continued to follow them.
It was the day before Harry and Primrose's eleventh birthday; Dudley unknowingly reminded them. Vernon had forced them all on a small, wooden rowboat and rowed them to a miserable shack on a small, rocky island. It was freezing, bone-chilling cold, and Primrose was almost completely sure she was already sick from only being out in the cold for an hour. Harry wouldn't take no for an answer, so Primrose was curled up in the incredibly small blanket they were given to share, huddled in a corner with Harry trying desperately to warm her up.
It was nighttime, the twins watching Dudley's old watch Primrose managed to repair count down to midnight. They sat in silence, listening to the strange outside in the harsh storm, with Primrose occasionally sneezing quietly.
BOOM
It struck midnight and the twins bolted off the ground, staring at the front door. Someone was outside and they were knocking.
BOOM
"Where's the cannon?" Dudley asks, jerking awake. Primrose jumped at a loud crash from behind, whipping around to see Vernon skidding into the room with a rifle. Primrose curls herself into Harry's side, clutching his shirt.
"Who's there?" Vernon shouted. "I want you–I'm armed!"
"Uncle Vernon! You'll kill them!" Primrose shouts in complete fear for whoever was knocking. She wonders how someone even found–
SMASH
The now turned eleven year olds watch in awe as the door is blown clean off its hinges, falling to the ground with a loud crash. A giant man with a large mane of hair surround his head like a lion's mane stands in the doorway. He squeezes into the shack, head brushing the ceiling.
"Woah..." Primrose trails off, voice scratchy and nose stuffy. The man bends down, picking up the door and fitting it back easily into its frame. He turns back around, staring at them all with large dark eyes.
"Couldn't make us a cup o' tea, could yeh? It's not been an easy journey..." The giant man walks over to the frozen stiff Dudley sitting on the sofa.
"Budge up, yeh great lump," The strange man says, making Dudley squeak before running to hide behind his mother, who was crouching behind Vernon.
"An' here's Harry and Primrose!" The giant man exclaims with eyes crinkled. He was smiling.
"Las' time I saw you both, you was only babies," He says. "Yeh look a lot like yet dad, but yeh've got her mom's eyes."
Primrose suddenly feels self-conscious when the man seems to almost cry when he stares at her.
"An' yeh... yeh look jus' like yeh mom. Yeh've got yeh dad's eyes," The man says tearfully. Primrose glares at Vernon when he made a weird rasping noise.
"I demand you leave at once, sir!" The uncle exclaims. "You are breaking and entering!"
"Ah, shut up, Dursley, yeh great prune," The giant says, reaching over the sofa and jerking the gun out of Vernon's hands. He ties it into a knot and threw it in the corner of the room.
Primrose giggles when Vernon makes a funny squeak, like a mouse getting squished.
"Anyway–Harry, Primrose," The man says, turning away from the Dursleys, "a very happy birthday to yeh both. Got summat fer yeh here–I mighta sat on it at some point, but it'll taste all right."
Primrose felt tears build up as she helps Harry open the slightly squashed box the man gave them. Inside was a large chocolate cake with Happy Birthday Harry and Primrose written in green icing on the cake.
"I–um–we–thanks–thank you. Why are–no–sorry–who are you?" Primrose stutters, ears turning red. Her brain was trying to catch up with all that was happening.
The giant man laughs, calming Primrose slightly.
"True, I haven't introduced meself. Rubeus Hagrid, Keeper of Keys and Grounds at Hogwarts." Primrose stumbles to balance herself as Hagrid shakes her whole arm.
"What about tea then, eh?" He says, hands rubbing together. "I'd not say no ter summat stronger if yeh've got it, mind." Primrose frowns at the mention of alcohol.
Sudden warmth in the room, makes Primrose almost purr out loud, feeling the bone-chill she had subside just the tiniest bit. She watches as Hagrid started taking so many random things out of his pockets. Grabbing Harry's hand, she walks over to the sagging couch and sits down on the ground. Primrose feels her stomach growl loudly at the sound of sizzling sausages.
"Don't touch anything he gives you, Dudley," Vernon orders, making Primrose turn her head. She notices Dudley fidgeting, staring at the sausage with hunger in his eyes. Hagrid's dark chuckle brings Primrose's focus back over to the giant.
"Yer great puddin' of a son don' need fattenin' anymore, Dursley, don' worry."
Primrose feels her mouth water when Hagrid hands her and Harry a sausage. Primrose digs in, paying close attention to how she eats while still keeping her eyes on the giant. Feeling a little awkward, she glances at Harry, tilting her head towards Hagrid.
"We're sorry, but we still don't really know who you are..." Harry trails off with a nervous edge. The man takes a big gulp of his tea, Primrose blinks, not noticing he had made them tea. Sniffing loudly, she grabs her giant mug of tea and takes a slow sip, relishing in the warmth.
"Call me Hagrid," The giant said, "everyone does. An' like I told yeh, I'm the Keeper of Keys at Hogwarts–yeh'll know all about Hogwarts o' course."
"Er–no," The twins say with confused looks. What is Hogwarts?
Primrose flinches into Harry's side at Hagrid's shocked expression.
"Sorry," They add quickly, hoping to appease the giant man.
"Sorry?" Hagrid barks, making Primrose curl further into Harry's side, coughing loudly.
"It's them as should be sorry! I knew yeh both weren't gettin' yer letters, but I never thought yeh wouldn't even know abou' Hogwarts, fer cryin' out loud! Did yeh never wonder where her parents learned it all?" Hagrid asks, Primrose feeling frustrated and confused tears well up in her eyes.
"All what? What are you on about?" The twins ask, the eleven year old girl trying not to start crying.
"God, I'm frustrated. Why am I about to cry?" Primrose thinks with clenched fists, wiping her tears away furiously.
"ALL WHAT?!" Hagrid shouts, voice like thunder.
"Now wait jus' one second!" Hagrid leaps off of his feet, filling the whole shack with his anger. Primrose whimpers, clenching her eyes shut as the memories of Vernon handing her even worse punishments.
"Do you mean ter tell me," he growled at the Dursleys, "that these kids–these kids!–know nothin' abou'–about ANYTHING?!"
Through her fear, Primrose felt irritation with the insult to her education. She goes to school! So does Harry! They aren't allowed to get full marks, but they're decent enough!
"We know some things, Mister! We're not stupid! We know math and grammar!" Primrose bursts in fiery annoyance. She gets even more annoyed when Hagrid waves her off.
"About your world, I mean. Your world. My world. Yer parents' world." Okay wait, hold on. What?
"What world?" Primrose asks, annoyance replaced with curiosity and confusion.
"DURSLEY!" Hagrid shouts, Primrose flinching again but doesn't curl into Harry this time.
"But yeh must know about yer mom and dad," He tries to get the twins to remember some non-existent memory in their lives.
"I mean, they're famous. You're both famous."
"Famous, what? If they were famous, why are we living with the Dursleys?" Harry asks his twin. She shrugs, just as confused.
"Our parents, they were–Mom and Dad weren't famous, were they?"
"Yeh don' know... yeh don' know..." Hagrid runs a hand through his hair, giving the twins a bewildered stare.
"Yeh don' know what yeh are?" He asks, making Primrose frown.
"A freak."
"Prim, don't."
"Stop!" Vernon commanded. "Stop right there, sir! I forbid you to tell the boy and the girl anything!" Primrose and Harry feel even more curiosity, suspicion mixed in with the confusion. The twins were glad not to be under the giant's harsh glare.
"You never told them? Never Never told them what was in the letter Dumbledore left fer them? I was there! I saw Dumbledore leave it, Dursley! An' you've kept it from them all these years?" Hagrid exclaims, making Primrose narrow her eyes.
Did this–did Dumbledore leave a letter for them–wait, did this man leave her and Harry with the Dursleys?! Primrose glances at Harry, knowing he came to the same conclusion.
"Kept what from us?" The twins ask eagerly.
"STOP! I FORBID YOU!" Vernon yells in a panic. Petunia gasps in horror.
"Ah, go boil yer heads, both of yeh," Hagrid says. "Harry, Primrose–yer wizards." Primrose feels the air rush out of the shack. A what?
"We're what?" Primrose asks with a quiet gasp.
"Wizards, o' course. I mean, wizard an' witch," Hagrid says, sitting back down on the sofa, "an' thumpin' good'uns I'd say, once yeh've been trained up a bit. With a mum an' dad like yours, what else would yeh be? An' I reckon it's abou' time yeh read yer letters."
Primrose feels excitement course through her veins as she hesitantly grabs one of the yellow envelopes.
Ms. P. Potter
The Floor
Hut-on-the-Rock
The Sea
Primrose glances at Harry, both nodding their heads before opening the letter at the same time.
HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)
Dear Ms. Potter,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find the enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva Mcgonagall,
Deputy Headmistress
Primrose could feel the questions brimming her mind, but she could only feel numb. Is this a joke?
"I hope it isn't..."
"What does it mean, they await my owl?" The twins ask at the same time.
"Gallopin' Gorgons, that reminds me," Hagrid says before sitting down, taking out a quill and parchment and writes a quick note. He pulls out an owl as well, not bothered by the stares. He ties the note and gives it to the owl before literally throwing the owl out into the storm.
"Where was I?" Hagrid asks, making Primrose giggle.
"He's not going," Vernon says calmly.
"I'd like ter see a great Muggle like you stop him," Hagrid grunts.
"A what?" The twins ask, wide eyes bright and eager.
"A Muggle," Hagrid begins, "it's what we call non-magic folk like them. An' it's your bad luck you grew up in a family o' the biggest Muggles I ever laid eyes on."
"We swore when we took him in, we'd put a stop to that rubbish," Vernon spits out, "swore we'd beat it out of them! Wizard and witch indeed!"
"You knew?" Primrose asks quietly, tears filling with tears and chest burning.
"You knew we–knew Harry and I–we are wizards?" She asks, scratchy voice cracking as lightning crackled around her untamable mass of hair.
"Knew!" Petunia absolutely shrieked out. "Knew! Of course we knew! How could you not be, my dratted sister being what she was? Oh, she got a letter just like that and disappeared off to that–that school–and came home every vacation with her pockets full of frog spawn, turning teacups into rats. I was the only one who saw her for what she is–a freak! But for my mother and father, oh no, it was Lily this and Lily that, they were proud of having a witch in the family!"
Primrose could feel the tears falling as Petunia takes in a large breath, continuing her ranting.
"Then she met that Potter at school and they left and got married and had you two, and of course I knew you'd be just the same, just as strange, just as–as–abnormal–and then, if you please, she went and got herself blown up and we got landed with you both!"
Primrose had to take multiple deep breaths, abruptly standing up, glaring at the Dursleys. The magic surrounding her and Harry was visible now, washing over them in hues of greens.
"Blown up?! You told us they–they died in a car crash!" Primrose almost screams, voice going shrill.
"CAR CRASH?!" Hagrid thunders, jumping up so angrily that the Dursleys shuffled into a corner. "How could a car crash kill Lily an' James Potter? That's an outrage! A scandal! Harry Potter not knowin' his own story when every kid in our world knows his name!"
"Why? What happened?" The twins ask urgently. Harry stood up and interlocked his hand with Primrose's, calming down her emotions. She was too sick for this.
"I never expected this," he says lowly in a worried voice. "I had no idea, when Dumbledore told me there might be trouble gettin' hold of both of yeh, how much yeh two didn't know. Ah, Harry, Primrose, I don't know if I'm the right ter tell yeh–but someone's gotta–yeh can't go off to Hogwarts not knowin'."
Primrose glared darkly at the Dursleys, quickly sitting down when a dizzy spell hits her suddenly.
"Well, it's best yeh know as much as I can tell yeh–mind, I can't tell yeh everythin', it's a great myst'ry, parts of it..." Hagrid sits down, staring into the fire for a few moments.
"It begins, I suppose, with–with a person called–but it's incredible yeh both don't know his name, everyone in our world knows–"
"Who?" Primrose smacks Harry's arm lightly at the interruption. He gives a weak apology while Hagrid continues on like he didn't hear. Maybe he didn't with how shell-shocked he looked.
"Well–I don' like sayin' the name if I can help it. No one does."
"Why not?"
"Harry!"
"Gulpin' gargoyles, Harry, people are still scared. Blimey, this is difficult. See, there was this wizard who went... bad. As bad as you could go. Worse. Worse than worse. His name was..." Primrose places a gentle hand on Hagrid's arm, giving him a soft smile.
"Would you like to write it down?" Primrose asks, making Hagrid smile back.
"Nah–can't spell it. All right–Voldemort." Hagrid shuddered. "Don' make me say it again. Anyway this–this wizard, about 20 years ago now, started lookin' fer followers. Got 'em too–some were afraid, some just wanted a bit o' power, 'cause he was gettin' himself power, all right. Dark days Harry, Primrose. Didn't know who ter trust, didn't dare get friendly with strange wizards or witches... terrible things happened. He was takin' over. 'course, some stood up to him– an' he killed 'em. Horribly. One o' the only safe places left was Hogwarts. Reckon Dumbleo's the only one You-Know-Who was afraid of. Didn't dare try takin' the school, not jus' then, anyway.
"Now your mum an' dad were as good a witch an' wizard as I ever knew. Head Boy an' Girl at Hogwarts in their day! Suppose the myst'ry is why You-Know-Who never tried to get 'em on his side before... probably knew they were too close ter Dumbledore ter want anythin' ter do with the Dark.
"Maybe he thought he could persuade 'em... maybe he just wanted 'em outta the way. All anyone knows is, he turned up in the village where you was all living, on Halloween ten years ago. You both was just a year old. He came ter yer house an'–an'–"
Primrose wiped away her tears as Hagrid blew his nose. She curls into Harry's side, closing her eyes to ease her headache.
"Sorry," He said. "But it's that sad–knew yer mum an' dad, an' nicer people couldn't find–anyway...
"You-Know-Who killed 'em. An' then–an' this is the real myst'ry of the thing–he tried to kill you both, too. Wanted ter make a clean job of it, I suppose, or maybe he just likes killin' by then. But he couldn't do it. Never wondered how you got those marks on yer foreheads? Those are no ordinary cuts. That's what yeh get when a powerful, evil curse touches yeh–took care of yer mum an' dad an' yer house even–but it didn't work on either of you, an' that's why yer both famous, Harry, Primrose. No one ever lived after he decided ter kill 'em, no one except you two, an' he killed some o' the best witches an' wizards of the age–the McKinnons, the Bones, the Prewetts–an' you was only babies, an' you both lived."
Primrose felt her headache get even worse as the familiar blinding flash of green light pierces her vision.
"Took yeh from the ruined house myself, on Dumbledore's orders. Brought yeh both ter this lot..." Primrose narrows her eyes. This Dumbledore person is starting to get more suspicious. Also, the story didn't seem right. Hagrid wasn't lying... but the story wasn't... right.
"Load of old tosh," Vernon says, making Harry and Primrose jump. They had completely forgotten that the Dursleys were there. Primrose glares defiantly as Vernon clenches his fists, glaring at Hagrid.
"Now, you listen here," The whale of a man snarls, "I accept there's something strange about you two, probably nothing a better beating wouldn't have cured–and as for all this about your parents, well, they were weirdos, no denying it, and the world's better off without them in my opinion–asked for all they got, getting mixed up with these wizarding types–just what I expected, always knew they'd come to a sticky end–"
Primrose watches with a curious tilt of her head as Hagrid jumps off the sofa again, pointing a pink umbrella at Vernon menacingly.
"I'm warning you, Dursley–I'm warning you–one more word..." Primrose giggles as Vernon tries to flatten himself against the wall.
"That's better." Hagrid sits back down, breaking the couch.
"But what happened to Vol–sorry–I mean, You-Know-Who?"
"Good question, Harry. Disappeared. Vanished. Same night he tried ter kill you. Makes yeh both even more famous. That's the biggest myst'ry, see... he was gettin' more an' more powerful–why'd he go?
"Some say he died. Codswallop, in my opinion. Dunno if he had enough human left in him to die. Some say he's still out there, bidin' his time, like, but I don' believe it. People who was on his side came back ter ours. Some of 'em came outta kinda trances. Don' reckon they could've done if he was comin' back.
"Most of us reckon he's still out there somewhere but lost his powers. Too weak to carry on. 'cause somethin' about you finished him, Harry, Primrose. There was somethin' goin' on that night he hadn't counted on–I dunno what it was, no one does–but somethin' about you both stumped him, all right."
Primrose felt worry eat her gut. She's going to fail all this, if it was true... She can't be a witch, not a good one at least.
"Hagrid," The twins say quietly, "I think you must have made a mistake. I don't think I can be a wizard/witch." Hagrid only chuckled.
"Not a wizard, eh? Never made things happen when you was scared or angry?"
Primrose felt a blush creep up her neck as she thinks of all the "freakish" things she had done by accident. Somehow teleport to the roof of the house, hair regrowing after a nasty haircut Petunia gave her... Primrose feels a bright smile form on her face, opening her eyes to see Hagrid beaming at them.
"See?" Hagrid says with a grin. "Harry and Primrose Potter, not a wizard and witch–you wait, you'll be right famous at Hogwarts."
"Haven't I told you they're not going?" Vernon hisses, making terror strike Primrose. Vernon wouldn't stop them from going to Hogwarts... would he? He most certainly will...
"They're going to Stonewall High and he'll be grateful for it. I read those letters and he needs all sorts of rubbish–spell booms and wands and–"
"If they want ter go, a great Muggle like you won't stop him," Hagrid growls. "Stop Lily an' James Potter's son and daughter goin' ter Hogwarts! Yer mag. Their names' been down ever since they were born. They're off ter the finest school of witchcraft and wizardry in the world. Seven years therr and they won't know 'emselves. He'll be with youngsters of his own sort, fer a change, an' he'll be under the greatest headmaster Hogwarts ever had, Albus Dumbled–"
"I AM NOT PAYING FOR SOME CRACKPOT OLD FOOL TO TEACH HIM MAGIC TRICKS!" Vernon interrupts with the loudest shout Primrose ever heard from him. Primrose watches as Hagrid seizes his umbrella, whirling it over his head.
"NEVER INSULT ALBUS DUMBLEDORE IN FRONT OF ME!" He brought the umbrella down, swishing it through the air to point at Dudley. Primrose watches, completely mystified, as a violet light sparks from the tip of the umbrella, sound like a firecracker. Dudley suddenly squeals, dancing around, hands on his fat bottom. When he turns, Primrose starts laughing when she sees a curly pig's tail poking through a hole in his trousers. Vernon roars, pulling Dudley and Petunia into the other room and slamming the door behind them.
"Shouldn'ta lost me temper," Hagrid says ruefully, "but it didn't work anyway. Meant ter turn him into a pig, but I suppose he was so much like a pig anyway there wasn't much left to do." He glances at the twins.
"Be grateful if neither of yeh didn't mention that ter anyone at Hogwarts," Hagrid starts. "I'm–er–not supposed ter do magic, strictly speakin'. I was allowed ter do a bit ter follow yeh an' get yer letters to yeh an' stuff–one o' the reasons I was so keen to take on the job..."
"Harry don't. It's rude," Primrose glares at Harry before he could even open his mouth. He frowns but nods his head. Hagrid claps his hands loudly, setting his magic, and illegal, umbrella down.
"It's gettin' late and we've got lots rer do tomorrow," Hagrid says loudly. "Gotta get up ter town, get all yer books an' that."
Primrose feels the immediate warmth when Hagrid takes off his thick black coat and throws it over the twins.
"You both can kip under that. Don' mind if it wiggles a bit, I think I still got a couple o' dormice in one o' the pockets."
Primrose giggles, curling into a ball with her head on Harry's chest.
"Can you believe it? I hope this isn't a dream...""Me too..."
The twins quickly fall asleep.
Hey! Hope you enjoy the new chapter! Pretty long, but I was combining chapters three and four. Also, if it wasn't known, I'm using the dialogue from the books.
Hope you've all enjoyed the story so far! Bye!
WhovianWhoudini