Chapter 2: Hagrid's gift.
Harry sat there for a while thinking about Sirius and the one girl who tried to stop him from going. What would've happened if he hadn't gone? Would he be at Sirius's house right now? 'No, he wouldn't,' he thought answering his own question. Dumbledore had previously explained that he had to stay at the Dursley's house at least 2 months a year. He sighed; he was about to go to sleep once he noticed the time. It was 11:59; he would officially be 16 in one minute. He climbed back inside the window and gently landed on the floor. Careful not to make a sound, he silently headed towards the loose floorboard. 'Since I have nothing else to do, I might as well open my presents.' The thought still sounded foreign in his head. He had presents, and people who actually liked him. But the thing that touched him the most was that they loved him for being Harry Potter and not The-Boy-Who-Lived.
He returned his attention to silently lifting the floorboard. 'Just my luck,' he thought as the board gave a mighty squeak as he lifted it. He heard Petunia start to waken, "Vernon, Vernon! He's up again! Go teach him a lesson." Harry then heard Vernon get up and start to head to Harry's room. Harry then closed the floorboard, and made sure it wasn't looking out of the ordinary. Then he scampered into his bed and flew under the sheets before you could say, "Quidditch." He unceremoniously tossed his glasses onto his bedside table and closed his eyes.
Just then Vernon entered the room. "What the bloody hell are you doing boy?" He inquired. Harry remained silent. "I know you're awake boy!" Vernon yelled, "Answer me!" And he slapped Harry across the face.
'I won't let him know he hurt me, I won't let him know that he hurt me.' he kept repeating in his head. "What do you want? Can't you see I was sleeping?" He snapped back, immediately regretting it. He sat up to immediately be punched in the Stomach.
"DO NOT EVER SPEAK TO ME LIKE THAT, BOY!" He screamed, "IF I HEAR YOU SPEAK LIKE THAT EVER AGAIN, YOU WILL BE THROWN OUT OF THIS HOUSE BEFORE YOU CAN SAY, 'sorry.'" This brought a slight smile to his lips, as he would just love to be out of the Dursley's house, but he knew that Dumbledore wouldn't hear of it. He would love to see the look on their faces if Dumbledore had showed up to their door. He quickly hid his smile before Vernon would notice.
"I'm sorry Uncle Vernon," Harry said insincerely, "won't happen again."
"That's right boy, now no more disturbances! Or else!" He said and left the room.
Harry waited on his bed waiting to hear the reassuring snores from the other rooms. He then scrambled off his bed, clutching his stomach. 'Oww, he can really punch. I see where Dudley got it from.' He thought. He, this time more cautious, lifted the floorboard. This time, thank Merlin, there was no squeak. He lifted the parcels and letters from his hiding spot. He figured he'd open Hagrid's first. He tore open the envelope, silently of course, and read.
Dear Harry,
Hope your summer is well. If those muggles are mistreating you in any way, jus' let us know, and I'll be there before you can say, "Hippogriff." (Harry smiled at the thought, and continued reading.) Happy Birthday! I hope you got this in time, but knowing Hedwig she got it there with time to spare. Well, I can't wait to see you again! And who knows, it may happen sooner than you think... Well I hope you like your gift.
Love,
Hagrid
Harry looked at the parcel, and began to unwrap it. He peered inside and surprisingly nothing jumped out at him and bit him, and there was no rock hard food inside. He lifted the item out of the parcel and gaped at it. It was Sirius's mirror. A few tears escaped his eyes, 'Sirius's mirror!' He was thoroughly sobbing now. A note was stuck to the back of it. He could barley make out Hagrid's untidy scrawl through his tears. It read;
Harry,
I know you miss Sirius, so I thought this might help. I'm sure you know how to work it, and so I thought you could give it to someone. That way you could talk to them... Well I hope I helped, I want you to know that we all are concerned about you, and very worried. Give it to someone and let them know how you're doing.
Love,
Hagrid
Harry wiped his eyes, and sat up straight. He pondered about whom he would give the mirror to. His first thought was Hermione, but would Ron get jealous? He figured he'd decide later. He turned his attention to Ron's parcel and letter.