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It was only quarter after midnight on Harry's birthday. The giant, Hagrid, had only been at the Dursley's for 15 minutes, but it had seemed like an eternity. Dad, Mum, and Harry were still standing by the front door.
The silence broke with Harry's sobs. "I don't want to leave, mum."
"You never have to, Harry sweety," she responded.
Harry and Mrs. Dursley went into the kitchen, where she poured Harry a glass of milk and put it in the microwave. Meanwhile, Mr. Dursley got out some duct tape and wrapped the hinges of the door so that a heavy breeze wouldn't take it apart. He would have to wait until morning to call a technician.
After Harry calmed down and Vernon was finished with the door, the three of them realized that Dudley was nowhere to be seen. A not-so-short search for the boy found him hiding between the chair and the living-room radiator, a hiding place that no one would have ever expected him to fit into.
Satisfied that the giant was not coming back, they all returned to bed at about one o'clock. Mr. Dursley kept on a few of the lights and Mrs. Dursley tucked the boys into bed. They all closed their eyes but no one fell asleep.
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Hagrid wasn't returning to the Dursleys. He was flying towards Hogwarts with urgent news for the headmaster.
Hagrid was worried. So the letter hadn't been a mistake after all. He felt that he had let Dumbledore down since he was, in fact, not returning with the boy as it had been promised. But the plan had gone terribly wrong. Harry Potter did not want to go to Hogwarts. It was very interesting and very scary. If Hagrid hadn't known of the heavy protection for the boy he would have guessed that there was some dark magic going on here.
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Harry didn't sleep much for the rest of the summer. Every night he stayed awake thinking about many things. the giant's visit, his parents, magic, that strange school that he had been invited to attend... it was so confusing to Harry and he didn't understand it at all.
One night, while his aunt was tucking him in, he asked her about his mum.
"Why did my grandparents let my mum go to the school?", Harry asked, hoping that she wouldn't be mad.
Aunt Petunia looked surprised, but it changed fast to sadness and then pity. "My parents and your mum were so excited", she said, "They thought this was the opportunity of a lifetime. Your mum thought it was her calling. I don't know sweetie, all I am sure of is that grandmamma regretted it when your mum died. It all could have been prevented."
"Did my mum like the school when she went there?"
"Oh yes", Aunt Petunia said, her eyes hazy with remembrance, "She would come home every break turning teacups into toads. She had a flying broomstick, I remember, that she was very fond of. Oh sweetie those were scary times, don't put another thought into it."
She left the room, shutting off Harry's light. She had told Harry to not think of it but his mind was racing. Turning teacups into toads?! Flying?! It sounded remarkable and Harry felt his mind whirl with excitement. He loved flying. He could just imagine flying on a broomstick. It must be amazing! Ah hadn't his aunt just mentioned that his mum had felt a calling to magic? This must have been what it felt like! Harry wanted to fly more than anything! He could feel the blood coursing through his veins.
Harry stopped. He had just had that feeling, you understand, of falling from a great height. He lay very still and stopped breathing. Had he really just wanted to be magic? Harry felt betrayed by himself. Half of him wanted to cry because oh his feelings a moment ago while the other half wanted to cry because he knew his dreams of flying had just violently crashed. Then Harry started crying for a third reason: he was so very confused.
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The lazy days of summer came and went. The heat had made the house hot and sticky. Harry rarely noticed though, his mind was on other things.
As everyday passed, Harry grew more and more certain about his feelings towards the recent magical happenings. Harry realized one night that he was not, in fact, scared of magic anymore. This thought frightened him quite so, and he sat up in bed alarmed. But the more he thought about it the less frightened he was. Perhaps, Harry thought, it was avoiding talking and pondering magic that had scared him so much.
On the 27th of August, a Wednesday to be accurate, Harry was out running when he realized something else about magic. He was running in a three- block square as he did almost every day, and it occurred to him that all of his fear about magic had come from his aunt and uncle. Harry felt betrayed. They had led him to hate the very subject that was his parents' passion.
Upon thinking of his parents, Harry grew cold even thought it was a balmy 77 degrees outside. "No", Harry thought, "I will never follow a life of magic for both sets of parents I have had".
Harry believed, or hoped, that his real parents would not have wanted Harry to endanger his life the way they had. One thing Harry knew about magic was that it was dangerous, and Harry could have a perfectly good life without risking his health and happiness.
Harry knew that his aunt and uncle did not want him to get involved in magic. That is why, Harry rationalized, they scared me with magic for most of my life. They love me and don't want me to get hurt. Harry would obey their wishes because he loved them dearly. Plus, Harry thought, leaving for a boarding school would be awful. He would have to leave behind his aunt and uncle, and Dudley, and all of his friends and neighbors. He had been looking forward to going to school with Dudley before all of this.. queer. stuff started happening.
Well, Harry thought, it's settled. Harry felt relieved that he would never have to consider going to Hogwarts ever again. Life, Harry believed, was going to return to normal.
Harry had just reached his home from his run. He checked his watch. 13 minutes and 57 seconds. It was considerabely slower than usual but then it was considerably hotter outside and Harry had been thinking a considerable amount more than was usual.
Harry returned home to find the house empty as expected. Harry's dad was still at work and Dudley and Petunia had gone to the tailor to get Dudley's school uniform fit so it wasn't so tight around the middle. Even so, Harry was lonely. his mom had just let him stay home alone when he had turned 10. It been a stretch to allow him to run alone, but she had let in after Harry's pleading.
Harry had just poured himself a glass of ice water and sat down at the table when he heard a popping noise behind him.
Slowly, Harry turned around and saw a man standing by the front door. He was old and wrinkled and wearing robes. Harry knew that he was a wizard. If he hadn't been able to tell from what the man was wearing, Harry was sure that the door was locked and that that man had just appeared out of thin air.
Harry was going to say something but his voice caught in his throat. The stranger answered first.
"Hello, Harry Potter. I am Albus Dumbledore."
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Disclaimer: not mine
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It was only quarter after midnight on Harry's birthday. The giant, Hagrid, had only been at the Dursley's for 15 minutes, but it had seemed like an eternity. Dad, Mum, and Harry were still standing by the front door.
The silence broke with Harry's sobs. "I don't want to leave, mum."
"You never have to, Harry sweety," she responded.
Harry and Mrs. Dursley went into the kitchen, where she poured Harry a glass of milk and put it in the microwave. Meanwhile, Mr. Dursley got out some duct tape and wrapped the hinges of the door so that a heavy breeze wouldn't take it apart. He would have to wait until morning to call a technician.
After Harry calmed down and Vernon was finished with the door, the three of them realized that Dudley was nowhere to be seen. A not-so-short search for the boy found him hiding between the chair and the living-room radiator, a hiding place that no one would have ever expected him to fit into.
Satisfied that the giant was not coming back, they all returned to bed at about one o'clock. Mr. Dursley kept on a few of the lights and Mrs. Dursley tucked the boys into bed. They all closed their eyes but no one fell asleep.
~~~~~
Hagrid wasn't returning to the Dursleys. He was flying towards Hogwarts with urgent news for the headmaster.
Hagrid was worried. So the letter hadn't been a mistake after all. He felt that he had let Dumbledore down since he was, in fact, not returning with the boy as it had been promised. But the plan had gone terribly wrong. Harry Potter did not want to go to Hogwarts. It was very interesting and very scary. If Hagrid hadn't known of the heavy protection for the boy he would have guessed that there was some dark magic going on here.
~~~~~
Harry didn't sleep much for the rest of the summer. Every night he stayed awake thinking about many things. the giant's visit, his parents, magic, that strange school that he had been invited to attend... it was so confusing to Harry and he didn't understand it at all.
One night, while his aunt was tucking him in, he asked her about his mum.
"Why did my grandparents let my mum go to the school?", Harry asked, hoping that she wouldn't be mad.
Aunt Petunia looked surprised, but it changed fast to sadness and then pity. "My parents and your mum were so excited", she said, "They thought this was the opportunity of a lifetime. Your mum thought it was her calling. I don't know sweetie, all I am sure of is that grandmamma regretted it when your mum died. It all could have been prevented."
"Did my mum like the school when she went there?"
"Oh yes", Aunt Petunia said, her eyes hazy with remembrance, "She would come home every break turning teacups into toads. She had a flying broomstick, I remember, that she was very fond of. Oh sweetie those were scary times, don't put another thought into it."
She left the room, shutting off Harry's light. She had told Harry to not think of it but his mind was racing. Turning teacups into toads?! Flying?! It sounded remarkable and Harry felt his mind whirl with excitement. He loved flying. He could just imagine flying on a broomstick. It must be amazing! Ah hadn't his aunt just mentioned that his mum had felt a calling to magic? This must have been what it felt like! Harry wanted to fly more than anything! He could feel the blood coursing through his veins.
Harry stopped. He had just had that feeling, you understand, of falling from a great height. He lay very still and stopped breathing. Had he really just wanted to be magic? Harry felt betrayed by himself. Half of him wanted to cry because oh his feelings a moment ago while the other half wanted to cry because he knew his dreams of flying had just violently crashed. Then Harry started crying for a third reason: he was so very confused.
~~~~~
The lazy days of summer came and went. The heat had made the house hot and sticky. Harry rarely noticed though, his mind was on other things.
As everyday passed, Harry grew more and more certain about his feelings towards the recent magical happenings. Harry realized one night that he was not, in fact, scared of magic anymore. This thought frightened him quite so, and he sat up in bed alarmed. But the more he thought about it the less frightened he was. Perhaps, Harry thought, it was avoiding talking and pondering magic that had scared him so much.
On the 27th of August, a Wednesday to be accurate, Harry was out running when he realized something else about magic. He was running in a three- block square as he did almost every day, and it occurred to him that all of his fear about magic had come from his aunt and uncle. Harry felt betrayed. They had led him to hate the very subject that was his parents' passion.
Upon thinking of his parents, Harry grew cold even thought it was a balmy 77 degrees outside. "No", Harry thought, "I will never follow a life of magic for both sets of parents I have had".
Harry believed, or hoped, that his real parents would not have wanted Harry to endanger his life the way they had. One thing Harry knew about magic was that it was dangerous, and Harry could have a perfectly good life without risking his health and happiness.
Harry knew that his aunt and uncle did not want him to get involved in magic. That is why, Harry rationalized, they scared me with magic for most of my life. They love me and don't want me to get hurt. Harry would obey their wishes because he loved them dearly. Plus, Harry thought, leaving for a boarding school would be awful. He would have to leave behind his aunt and uncle, and Dudley, and all of his friends and neighbors. He had been looking forward to going to school with Dudley before all of this.. queer. stuff started happening.
Well, Harry thought, it's settled. Harry felt relieved that he would never have to consider going to Hogwarts ever again. Life, Harry believed, was going to return to normal.
Harry had just reached his home from his run. He checked his watch. 13 minutes and 57 seconds. It was considerabely slower than usual but then it was considerably hotter outside and Harry had been thinking a considerable amount more than was usual.
Harry returned home to find the house empty as expected. Harry's dad was still at work and Dudley and Petunia had gone to the tailor to get Dudley's school uniform fit so it wasn't so tight around the middle. Even so, Harry was lonely. his mom had just let him stay home alone when he had turned 10. It been a stretch to allow him to run alone, but she had let in after Harry's pleading.
Harry had just poured himself a glass of ice water and sat down at the table when he heard a popping noise behind him.
Slowly, Harry turned around and saw a man standing by the front door. He was old and wrinkled and wearing robes. Harry knew that he was a wizard. If he hadn't been able to tell from what the man was wearing, Harry was sure that the door was locked and that that man had just appeared out of thin air.
Harry was going to say something but his voice caught in his throat. The stranger answered first.
"Hello, Harry Potter. I am Albus Dumbledore."
DUM DUM DUM! Read and review! Its thundering right now!... emily