Disclaimer: the magical world of Harry Potter belongs to J. K. Rowling,
and everything amazing has been created by her.
Chapter six begins..
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"Knock, knock".
Two heavy raps on the door startled Harry and as he reached for his glasses, he knocked them off the table.
Harry was sick with dread. He was not even wondering who was knocking. A tingling feeling in his stomach told him that whoever, or whatever, was downstairs had come for him.
"Knock, knock, knock."
Harry could hear his uncle waking loudly from his sleep. He could hear Vernon's drowsy grumbles grow to loud threats to whoever was waking him in the dead of the night. Harry crept out of bed as his uncle made his way downstairs turning on various lights. Harry snuck to the end of the upstairs hallway and knelt down on the top stair. From his position, Harry could see the front door. His uncle was stumbling over to the switch that controlled the outside lights.
When the porch light went on, Harry let out a soft gasp.
Outside on the step was a giant person. Its face was hardly visible under huge amounts of untamed facial hair, but Harry could make out two marble- like eyes shining in the porch light. It was frightening to see, and Harry pressed against the wall to hide himself.
Vernon was alarmed as well. His first thought was of the safety of his family. Thus, he shook his head and mouthed the words "Go away" through the window next to the door. Mr. Dursley was not stupid; he could tell that some sort of magic was involved with the beastly person on the other side of the door.
Vernon's second thought was of his neighbors. They knew nothing of the bothers that plagued upon Harry and his family. He shut off his light, hoping that none of the neighbors were awake and watching.
"Open up, Dursley, yeh great prune," said the giant. The words were booming, even through the thick wooden door.
Vernon, at first shocked, gained his composure quickly and replied, "No! I will not let you in!" By now, both Petunia and Dudley had joined Harry on the top step. They were alarmed also, but neither of their hearts were racing like Harry's was.
Harry could see a sudden rage fill the giant's face as it raised its hand. In one swift, deft movement, it knocked the door completely off its hinges, sending it crashing onto the ground.
His aunt screamed. The high-pitched shriek aimed right at Harry's left ear made his head ring.
"Vernon!," she called, racing downstairs, "Are you alright?" His uncle was leaning unharmed against the staircase with the broken door clattering at his feet.
Harry's aunt flew down the stairs but stopped at the bottom step. From where she was standing, her left hand was no more than two feet away from the belly of the giant. Fear suddenly took a hold of her. The memories were so painful.
"Hey there!" called the giant, stooping to go through the front door. "Sorry about this. Really." It bent down, and, lifting the door clear off the floor, placed it against the frame. In the light, Harry could see that the giant was male.
Vernon was appalled. "G-g-get out my house! Now!" he cried. "I will call the police!"
"Oh, boil yer head, Dursley," called the giant-man, "I am 'ere to see 'Arry."
Harry felt dizzy. He had to grab on to the railing to keep from falling down the stairs.
"Harry does not live here," Vernon said meekly, using a tremendous amount of courage.
"'Course he does," the giant replied, reaching into his coat. From his vantage point, Harry could see that his coat had more pockets than seemed imaginable. After a few moments of digging, he removed a letter, which Harry instantly recognized as the letter he had written back to Hogwarts in reply. "Where is he? I need to talk with 'Im. There must 'ave been some mistake."
"Harry is not going to your school," Vernon said crossing his arms. He looked stern.
"O' course not," the giant responded sarcastically. "'Arry Potter not going to 'ogwarts? It's preposterous!"
Petunia spread herself out on the staircase as if her frail body would stop the giant from going up. "It is Harry ~Dursley~, and he's not going anywhere," she said with distain.
The giant looked up the stairs. He spotted Dudley, who was not small enough to hide against the wall. "'Arry!," he called. "'Arry Potter- er- 'Arry Dursley, meh name is Hagrid an' I need to talk with yeh." Harry crept down the hallway, and, then he was sure he could not be seen, he dodged across the hallway into his room.
Downstairs, Petunia put her arms from banister to banister, preventing anyone from going up the stairs. The giant, Hagrid, reached inside another pocket and removed a small pink umbrella. Holding it up in front of him like a weapon, he pointed it at Petunia. "Move, yeh," he spoke to Petunia. She reluctantly removed her hands and scuttled over to Vernon.
She called up the stairs, "Do whatever he wants, honey, and then he'll leave." The whole ordeal was reminding her of those scary criminal and law television shows.
The giant was almost all the way up the stairs. Dudley was almost crying. "Mum!" he cried out in a horrified voice.
"Eh there 'Arry. Yeh've grown a little since I've seen yeh las'. But yeh was only a baby then."
Dudley's eyes looked around for Harry, wondering where he had disappeared off. He swallowed and said, "Um I'm not Harry."
"I am."
Harry stepped out of his room. His head was spinning and he felt sick.
"'Course yeh are. Yeh look a lot like yer dad, but yeh got yer mom's eyes."
Harry thought about this. He had never really wondered what they looked like. His mother had green eyes? It seemed to fit in his mind. Harry wanted to ask Hagrid how he knew his parents, but swallowed instead.
"I don't want to go to Hogwarts," Harry said in a more assured voice than he felt. Harry really had no idea what Hogwarts was like or even what wizards and witches did. Harry knew Petunia knew about magic, but he had never troubled her in asking. Harry didn't really want to know anyway.
"Now 'Arry," said Hagrid. He crossed the length of the hallway in three quick strides. Harry backed up into his room, until his back against was against the window. Dudley seized the opportunity and ran downstairs to his parents. "Why ever not? It's where yer parents learned it all- and they were pretty good too."
Harry was shaking he was so nervous.
Hagrid saw this. It must be difficult, he thought, to talk about his parents. He reached out to comfort the boy, but Harry recoiled at his touch. Harry was pressed against the wall and whispered in a barely audible voice, "Please go away."
Hagrid felt awful. He was so confused. Dumbledore had asked him to retrieve Harry. He had never failed Dumbledore before. Nevertheless, Hagrid wasn't going to force Harry to come with him. The boy was obviously terrified.
Hagrid voiced this thought. "Yeh're scared out of yer shoes, 'Arry."
"Please go away." Harry whispered again.
"I'm not going to hurt yeh, or anything."
Harry's eyes danced from Hagrid's powerful fist to the pink umbrella. "Please." he pleaded.
Hagrid chuckled when he saw Harry looking at the umbrella. "Eh this? Nothing much 'ere," he said waving it around. This terrified Harry and he dodged underneath Hagrid's arm, out of his bedroom, and down the stairs. Hagrid followed at a slower pace, feeling apologetic.
When he got to the bottom of the stairs, he saw Mr. Dursley, with one hand on Harry. Petunia was standing behind Harry with both hands on Harry's shoulders. Dudley was nowhere to be seen.
"I didn't mean to scare yeh all."
"Please get out of my house," responded Vernon.
Hagrid stepped towards Harry, but he flinched and shrank against his mum.
"'Arry-" he started.
"Please leave," Harry said for the last time. The giant, taking one last look at Harry, walked out of the door. In the short time it took Mr. Dursley to pick up and shut the door, he was gone.
.
Ok- another cliffy- but I love cliff endings (writing them that is- I hate reading them!) lol but I'll put up another chappy soon. Hey Kelsey + Zoë.. ttyl
"I've been waiting out here for a long time- fueling up on heartaches and cheap wine"
cya
Chapter six begins..
~~~~~
"Knock, knock".
Two heavy raps on the door startled Harry and as he reached for his glasses, he knocked them off the table.
Harry was sick with dread. He was not even wondering who was knocking. A tingling feeling in his stomach told him that whoever, or whatever, was downstairs had come for him.
"Knock, knock, knock."
Harry could hear his uncle waking loudly from his sleep. He could hear Vernon's drowsy grumbles grow to loud threats to whoever was waking him in the dead of the night. Harry crept out of bed as his uncle made his way downstairs turning on various lights. Harry snuck to the end of the upstairs hallway and knelt down on the top stair. From his position, Harry could see the front door. His uncle was stumbling over to the switch that controlled the outside lights.
When the porch light went on, Harry let out a soft gasp.
Outside on the step was a giant person. Its face was hardly visible under huge amounts of untamed facial hair, but Harry could make out two marble- like eyes shining in the porch light. It was frightening to see, and Harry pressed against the wall to hide himself.
Vernon was alarmed as well. His first thought was of the safety of his family. Thus, he shook his head and mouthed the words "Go away" through the window next to the door. Mr. Dursley was not stupid; he could tell that some sort of magic was involved with the beastly person on the other side of the door.
Vernon's second thought was of his neighbors. They knew nothing of the bothers that plagued upon Harry and his family. He shut off his light, hoping that none of the neighbors were awake and watching.
"Open up, Dursley, yeh great prune," said the giant. The words were booming, even through the thick wooden door.
Vernon, at first shocked, gained his composure quickly and replied, "No! I will not let you in!" By now, both Petunia and Dudley had joined Harry on the top step. They were alarmed also, but neither of their hearts were racing like Harry's was.
Harry could see a sudden rage fill the giant's face as it raised its hand. In one swift, deft movement, it knocked the door completely off its hinges, sending it crashing onto the ground.
His aunt screamed. The high-pitched shriek aimed right at Harry's left ear made his head ring.
"Vernon!," she called, racing downstairs, "Are you alright?" His uncle was leaning unharmed against the staircase with the broken door clattering at his feet.
Harry's aunt flew down the stairs but stopped at the bottom step. From where she was standing, her left hand was no more than two feet away from the belly of the giant. Fear suddenly took a hold of her. The memories were so painful.
"Hey there!" called the giant, stooping to go through the front door. "Sorry about this. Really." It bent down, and, lifting the door clear off the floor, placed it against the frame. In the light, Harry could see that the giant was male.
Vernon was appalled. "G-g-get out my house! Now!" he cried. "I will call the police!"
"Oh, boil yer head, Dursley," called the giant-man, "I am 'ere to see 'Arry."
Harry felt dizzy. He had to grab on to the railing to keep from falling down the stairs.
"Harry does not live here," Vernon said meekly, using a tremendous amount of courage.
"'Course he does," the giant replied, reaching into his coat. From his vantage point, Harry could see that his coat had more pockets than seemed imaginable. After a few moments of digging, he removed a letter, which Harry instantly recognized as the letter he had written back to Hogwarts in reply. "Where is he? I need to talk with 'Im. There must 'ave been some mistake."
"Harry is not going to your school," Vernon said crossing his arms. He looked stern.
"O' course not," the giant responded sarcastically. "'Arry Potter not going to 'ogwarts? It's preposterous!"
Petunia spread herself out on the staircase as if her frail body would stop the giant from going up. "It is Harry ~Dursley~, and he's not going anywhere," she said with distain.
The giant looked up the stairs. He spotted Dudley, who was not small enough to hide against the wall. "'Arry!," he called. "'Arry Potter- er- 'Arry Dursley, meh name is Hagrid an' I need to talk with yeh." Harry crept down the hallway, and, then he was sure he could not be seen, he dodged across the hallway into his room.
Downstairs, Petunia put her arms from banister to banister, preventing anyone from going up the stairs. The giant, Hagrid, reached inside another pocket and removed a small pink umbrella. Holding it up in front of him like a weapon, he pointed it at Petunia. "Move, yeh," he spoke to Petunia. She reluctantly removed her hands and scuttled over to Vernon.
She called up the stairs, "Do whatever he wants, honey, and then he'll leave." The whole ordeal was reminding her of those scary criminal and law television shows.
The giant was almost all the way up the stairs. Dudley was almost crying. "Mum!" he cried out in a horrified voice.
"Eh there 'Arry. Yeh've grown a little since I've seen yeh las'. But yeh was only a baby then."
Dudley's eyes looked around for Harry, wondering where he had disappeared off. He swallowed and said, "Um I'm not Harry."
"I am."
Harry stepped out of his room. His head was spinning and he felt sick.
"'Course yeh are. Yeh look a lot like yer dad, but yeh got yer mom's eyes."
Harry thought about this. He had never really wondered what they looked like. His mother had green eyes? It seemed to fit in his mind. Harry wanted to ask Hagrid how he knew his parents, but swallowed instead.
"I don't want to go to Hogwarts," Harry said in a more assured voice than he felt. Harry really had no idea what Hogwarts was like or even what wizards and witches did. Harry knew Petunia knew about magic, but he had never troubled her in asking. Harry didn't really want to know anyway.
"Now 'Arry," said Hagrid. He crossed the length of the hallway in three quick strides. Harry backed up into his room, until his back against was against the window. Dudley seized the opportunity and ran downstairs to his parents. "Why ever not? It's where yer parents learned it all- and they were pretty good too."
Harry was shaking he was so nervous.
Hagrid saw this. It must be difficult, he thought, to talk about his parents. He reached out to comfort the boy, but Harry recoiled at his touch. Harry was pressed against the wall and whispered in a barely audible voice, "Please go away."
Hagrid felt awful. He was so confused. Dumbledore had asked him to retrieve Harry. He had never failed Dumbledore before. Nevertheless, Hagrid wasn't going to force Harry to come with him. The boy was obviously terrified.
Hagrid voiced this thought. "Yeh're scared out of yer shoes, 'Arry."
"Please go away." Harry whispered again.
"I'm not going to hurt yeh, or anything."
Harry's eyes danced from Hagrid's powerful fist to the pink umbrella. "Please." he pleaded.
Hagrid chuckled when he saw Harry looking at the umbrella. "Eh this? Nothing much 'ere," he said waving it around. This terrified Harry and he dodged underneath Hagrid's arm, out of his bedroom, and down the stairs. Hagrid followed at a slower pace, feeling apologetic.
When he got to the bottom of the stairs, he saw Mr. Dursley, with one hand on Harry. Petunia was standing behind Harry with both hands on Harry's shoulders. Dudley was nowhere to be seen.
"I didn't mean to scare yeh all."
"Please get out of my house," responded Vernon.
Hagrid stepped towards Harry, but he flinched and shrank against his mum.
"'Arry-" he started.
"Please leave," Harry said for the last time. The giant, taking one last look at Harry, walked out of the door. In the short time it took Mr. Dursley to pick up and shut the door, he was gone.
.
Ok- another cliffy- but I love cliff endings (writing them that is- I hate reading them!) lol but I'll put up another chappy soon. Hey Kelsey + Zoë.. ttyl
"I've been waiting out here for a long time- fueling up on heartaches and cheap wine"
cya