Disclaimer- I don't own Harry Potter or Yu Yu Hakusho. What I do own is the plot and um... oh I know I own this ummm –runs and grabs random object- severed foot!

Summary- Harry wakes up after a weird incident at the zoo on Dudley's birthday and the calendar quickly approaches his own. While in the mean time some one keeps sending Harry letters, but who?

Pre A/N- This fic will occasionally feature other people's points of view like Draco when he finally shows up in this fic. Though mainly when I feature scenes with out Harry they will be in third person it seems easier this way. I will try and feature about two chapters or at least most of two chapters from the Harry Potter series in every one chapter of mine. This is to prevent a massive fic that has maybe three page chapters.

Chapter 2- Getting Older and Postally Popular

As I rubbed my eyes and grabbed my glasses I heard the lock slowly clicked open. It was kinda hard moving to the oven today. My legs were really stiff and I had that cotton ball feeling in my mouth, made me wonder how long I had been out.

"I'm so proud of my Dinky Duddydums getting into Smeltings." Aunt Petunia waltzed in followed by a smug Dudley and an ecstatic Uncle Vernon brought up the rear. This is one thing that made me happy, I wouldn't have to put up with Dudley next year at school. He would be going to a private school Smeltings just like Uncle Vernon did and I would be going to some public school called Stonehenge or something involving walls.

"Finally awake eh boy?" Uncle Vernon eyed me warily. "Took your sweet time at getting up, when nothing was wrong with you." I had apparently slept until summer break and they even took me to the hospital...at week two. The next few days were terrible Dudley seemed to be celebrating my good health by inviting his gang over everyday to beat me out of it. I got relief when they went to London to get Dudley's Smeltings uniform even though I had to stay with Miss Figg. She had apparently tripped over one of her cars making them not so loved. I got to eat cake, watch TV, and she even told me interesting stories of when she traveled abroad. When they got back Dudley enjoyed parading around in his new uniform...everyday. As we ate breakfast I recognized the familiar sound of the mail arriving and I prepared for the argument.

"Get the mail Dudley." Uncle Vernon peered out from behind his paper.

"Make Harry get it." Dudley whined still parading around in his uniform, I think this is day 6 of wearing it nonstop.

"Harry get the mail." Uncle Vernon demanded a little gruffer with me.

"Why can't Dudley get it?" I really get tired of doing everything in this house.

"Dudley poke him with your Smeltings stick." I sighed and quickly dodged away from that bloody stick. I swooped and collected the mail then browsed through it. One of the benefits of picking up the mail is that I get to see what's going on. My heart stopped half way through the small pile. It was so unbelievable that it took me almost two minutes to register the fact that I, Harry James Potter had received mail. The address on the yellowish colored envelope was freighting accurate for it read:

Mr. H. Potter

The cupboard under the stairs

4 Privet Drive

Little Whinging

Survey

I walked back into the kitchen still holding MY letter and I dropped the rest near Uncle Vernon.

"Dad, Harry still has some of the mail!" Dudley shouted startling me out of my own little world where I was admiring the green ink on the now apparently heavy envelope mad of thick parchment.

"Give it here boy." Uncle Vernon had finally dropped his paper and was glaring at me.

"Why? It's for me it says so!" I flashed him the front of the envelope with pride and he went pale then he lunged at me knocking me clear off my seat and to the ground. This really made my day not only did I lose my letter, but I got the wind knocked out of me by an overweight 50 year old man who was just rolling off me. The next few minutes were kinda hard to remember on the lack of air issue. I remember a few things clearly though real clear. I remember being yanked up, I kinda remember being dragged out of the kitchen, I remember the door slamming into my skull and locking, and then Dudley kicking me in the gut so he could get the key hole. I was just laying there almost moaning in pain when the kitchen door reopened to my Uncle Vernon sporting his famous purple face and for once my Aunt had her mouth shut.

"Get your stuff boy, now!" I slowly and painfully got up and eyed them for the meaning of this statement.

"Why should I?"

"You're moving into Dudley's second bedroom." Aunt Petunia smiled warily at me and Dudley started throwing the biggest tantrum the neighbors have ever heard. He kept going on and on, howling at everyone, throwing things at me when I took my handful of things to his old room, and making a complete pigsty out of the house which I had to clean up. Dudley was in shock the next morning because of the fact he didn't get his way. Uncle Vernon was also trying to be nice to me making Dudley get the mail to add to his shock. When he finally waddled his big butt over to the doorway he shouted something that brought the whole house down.

"There's another one! Mr. H. Potter, the smallest bedroom, four Privet Drive..." We all rushed him at once and he squeaked as we closed in. I got there first, but was taken down with a swift karate chop to the neck by Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon...well he got the letter to say the least. Me and Dudley spent the next few days in our rooms occasionally hearing Uncle Vernon laughing insanely. When we were finally let down stairs it was apparent that the letters had kept coming because the front door was boarded shut.

"Those ruddy letters won't be getting through now." Uncle Vernon announced proudly when we were all seated through a mouth of dry toast.

"Of course dear." Aunt Petunia murmured unconvincingly between tight lipped sips of her tea.

"Exactly today is Sunday, no mail on..." I can venture a guess on what he would've said, but this is what came out next. "Arrgh!" I've had paper cuts before, but I don't think I can correctly fathom what Uncle Vernon was going through. Half of his bushy mustache was simply gone and in it's place his skin was turning red. Everyone except Uncle Vernon turned to see who the perpetrator was and sitting as if neatly placed there was one of my letters leaning against the toaster. We never got over the awe of the situation because that letter was now followed by its hundred or so jet propelled buddies shooting out of the chimney.

"That is it!" Uncle Vernon roared looking very dangerous with only half a mustache, a very hard task to accomplish. "Petunia, Dudley, and YOU!" He pointedly glared at me. "Go upstairs and pack we are going on a vacation!" I think part of him snapped with the loss of his mustache he seemed to just keep driving muttering something underneath his breath when ever he made random turns. We finally stopped at the docks and Uncle Vernon locked us in the car while he ran inside a store and came back with several packages.

"C'mon this fella agreed to rent us his cabin and boat." He gestured at a snaggle toothed old man who looked like he belonged in an institution -1-. Not only was the boat we rowed over in so crappy we would have been safer in a boat made of paper, but the cabin left much to be desired for...like a good bio hazard team. Dudley loudly began complaining about missing his favorite show that only comes on Mondays and then I hit me, today was my 11th birthday. I would be spending my one and only 11th birthday huddled on the floor of some crappy cabin. Great, that's just perfect, it's 11:59:40, I'm sleeping on the floor with a moldy blanket, and Dudley is out snoring this weird storm. So here I go ... 5 ... 4 ... 3 ... 2 ... 1, I'm 11.

Happy Birthday Harry

The door rattled heavily, but still didn't make me forget that whisper. It was...there it goes again and whatever it is, that pounding woke up Dudley and the now gun toting uncle with wife attached to his arm. Wow, I never knew Uncle Vernon knew how to shot anything besides hopes and dreams and that's down, but he expects to stop what ever this intruder is with a shot gun. Okay, I really hope he knows how to use that thing this mammoth man just knocked down the fucking cabin door. As he walked towards us his features became increasingly clear to me. His face was hidden by a shaggy brown mane that somehow was the combination of a beard and hair. The one defining feature I could see about his face was his beetle black squinty eyes and now that he was close enough I must say he is more than huge he is enormous in more ways than one.

"Couldn't make us a cup o' tea, could yeh? It's not been an easy journey." He strode over to the couch where Dudley was quaking with fear. "Move over ya great lump." Dudley did more than that he bolted and hid behind Aunt Petunia and the man sat down on the couch tilting it to one side, didn't I say he was huge?

"An' here's Harry." He turned to me and I could instantly tell he was smiling by the way his eyes were sparkling. "I haven't seen you since you were a baby." My fear instantly melted away at that statement. He knew me from my child hood and he might give me answers than my parents died in a car crash giving me my awesome scar.

"Sir, I demand you leave at once." It seemed Uncle Vernon had found his backbone at last and it probably was in the last place he looked.

"I got a number of places you can shove that gun Dursley, but fer now I'll do this." He reached over with on massive hand and yanked the gun from Uncle Vernon's hands. He did the most amazing thing next too, he bent the shotgun into a weird loop shape and tossed it back as if it were just as heavy as a wet noodle. Now no matter what I'm on the Giants side, even if he is a horrible serial killer. He then turned to me smiling again and said one of the best things I have ever heard. "Happy Birthday Harry!" The giant pulled out a box from one of the bigger pockets and pushed it into my arm. "Sorry if it's a little squished. I might o' sat on it on the way here." When I opened the box nothing could have prepared me for what I saw. A slightly indented cake with gooey chocolate frosting and written neatly on the heavenly pastry in grass green, one of my favorite colors, icing was

Happy Birthday Harry -2-

it looked delicious.

Cake he got us cake

I looked up puzzled at all the attention and mysterious voices.

"Who are you?" He kept on smiling down at me. Still pleased about something I had done.

"True enough, I haven't introduced myself properly 'ave I? My name is Rubeus Hagrid, Keeper of the Keys and Grounds at Hogwarts." Hagrid smile grew even bigger at the mention of his title.

A/N- Thanks for encouraging reviews I hope you don't regret it later. Yes this is my weird fic idea that I came up with during Chemistry class. So don't be surprised if it's weird. Now on to the review replies for the most part and I promise to try and update this after I get back from camp. Also please don't hate me I'm running on sleep depravation right now and will be for at least the next two weeks.

Elektra107: Thank you for the encouragement and it wasn't forced either. This unlike my other fics will try and be serious so don't be alarmed if it goes weird alert 5 with you.

Rayvn: You're a sweetie for reviewing like I told you and what do you mean pull a Yusuke? That was horrible I mean wow...evil.

Slash-Lover: I know and hopefully I can well successfully work in Yoko Kurama in an understandable way...and maybe some awesome slash too.

1. Well I generally used a description of a cat my friend has it's one of those cats that look like they ran into a brick wall when they were young. Then this cat has this one tooth that just points upward and stays on the outside of his upper lip. Then he has this whole tongue thing going on where he just kinda sticks it out for hours on end...yeah.

2. It looked much better when I wrote it out because I used this awesome scrawling script.