Authors Note:

This chapter is honestly pretty similar to chapters two and three from the actual Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone book, so if you want, you can honestly skip this chapter and go directly to the next one if you really wanted to.

Needless to say, NO I have not word for word copied the story or anything like that. I have added my own bits of dialogue and stuff, changed descriptions, added some details, removed some others, and made some other changes, but the gist of the plot is essentially the same as what happens in the story.

If you want to skip this chapter you can do so without missing any important details or anything and just move on to the next one (which will be about Percy finding out he's a wizard)


True to his word, Vernon Dursley kept Harry locked up inside the cupboard under the stairs for a whole week. By the time Harry was let out, the summer vacation was coming to an end. In less than a week, school was going to start. Harry walked into the kitchen, his nose immediately assaulted by the smell coming from what appeared to be a bunch of rags in dirty, grey water.

Towards the far side of the room, Dudley stood, looking proud, as his Uncle Vernon helped him get dressed into his Smeltings Uniform. The uniform consisted of a maroon tailcoat, orange knickerbockers, a straw boater, and a cane. Harry didn't understand the last bit of the uniform. All the cane was ever used for by the students was so that they could hit each other with it and cause fights when no one was watching. He remembered something in the Smeltings ads about "preparing students for the future." As if the future involved hitting people with a cane.

"Oh that's my boy," Petunia said as Dudley posed in front of the fireplace mantle. Uncle Vernon whipped out his camera and took a few pictures of his son. "Just look at him Vernon," Petunia continued. "In just a week, our little boy will be off to Smeltings."

"Caveat Smaltona," Uncle Vernon said proudly. "Best day of my life." (Apparently, this is their motto, and it's supposed to mean "Let Smeltonia Beware" in Latin)

Harry just stared in horror at the uniform Dudley was wearing. "Will I have to wear that too?" he asked, looking aghast.

The Dursleys turned and stared at him, before breaking into a fit of laughter. "You? Go to Smeltings?" Petunia said. Harry just nodded slowly, unsure why they were laughing.

"Ha, Smeltings is only for the smartest boys," Uncle Vernon broke in. "Meant specifically for children like Dudley."

"So then.." Harry said.

"Don't be stupid boy," Petunia broke in. "We're sending you to the state school, which is where you belong." She then poked at the rags in the bucket. "And this here," She continued, "Is your new school uniform."

"That thing?" Harry asked disbelievingly. "But that's Dudley's old uniform. It won't even properly fit on me."

"It'll fit you well enough, You can't really expect us to pay for a new uniform for you," She said angrily. "These will be fine once I'm done dying them grey. You'll blend right in and no one will notice a thing," She said.

Harry seriously doubted that, but wisely kept his mouth shut so as to not anger his aunt and uncle again. "All right then," He said, before dropping the subject.

"Now make yourself useful and go get the mail," She instructed Harry before she went back to fussing over 'Her Ickle Diddykins.'

"Yes aunt Petunia," Harry said as he went to retrieve the mail. As he picked up the mail, he noticed a rather odd looking letter beneath the pile. Picking it up, he turned the letter over and noticed that the letter was addressed to him. It read, "To Mr. H. Potter, The Cupboard under the Stairs, 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging Surrey." The other side had a strange picture on it, sort of like a coat of arms. It showed a lion, a badger, a serpent, and an eagle surrounding a large letter H.

With trembling fingers, Harry picked up the remaining letters and walked back into the living room. He handed the rest of the letters to his uncle, hoping he wouldn't notice the one hidden behind Harry's back. before walking back to his seat.

"Oh, Marge is ill," Uncle Vernon said, ripping one of the letters open. "Must have eaten something funny."

As they were looking through the remaining letters, Harry started to silently open his own. Suddenly, Dudley screamed, "Dad look, Harry's got a letter." He grabbed the letter out of Harry's hand, giving it to his dad.

"Hey! Give it back," Harry screamed. "It's addressed to me, it's mine!" he demanded.

"Yours?" Uncle Vernon said, laughing. "Who would be writing to you? Petunia and Dudley both walked up behind Uncle Vernon, trying to get a look at the letter. Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon took one look at the letter and paled before their faces turned red with anger. Petunia clutched at her throat, as though she was finding it hard to breathe. She looked like she would have fainted at any minute.

"P-P-Petunia," Uncle Vernon Stuttered. "They even know where he's staying."

"Oh Vernon," Petunia said. "What now?"

"Show me the letter," Dudley demanded. He was not used to being ignored like this. He tapped Uncle Vernon on the head with his Smeltings Cane.

"No, I want to read it," Harry protested angrily. "It was addressed to me."

"No, show it to me," Dudley said, shaking his fist.

Uncle Vernon looked like he was about to explode. "Get out, both of you," He creaked. "Go back to your rooms."

"Show me the letter," Dudley demanded again.

"It's my letter," Harry put in.

"GET OUT," Uncle Vernon screamed, grabbing both Harry and Dudley and dragging them into the hall. He pushed them inside, slamming the door shut behind them.

Harry and Dudley, in the hall, had a silent fight as to who would get to listen in through the keyhole. Being much bigger and stronger than Harry, Dudley won the fight. Harry lay flat on his stomach, pressing his ear against the gap in between the door and the floor, trying to listen as hard as he could.

"They know where he sleeps, Vernon," He heard Petunia say. "Do you suppose they're watching us?"

Uncle Vernon started to pace around the kitchen. Harry's eyes followed the movement of his sleek, black shoes. "Who knows, Petunia," Vernon muttered. Watching, Spying, Heck, they may even be following us everywhere we go," He continued wildly clicking the heel of his shoes against the floor.

"But what should we do Vernon?" Aunt Petunia questioned uneasily. "Should we write back to them? Tell them we have no interest and we don't want to-"

"No," Uncle Vernon broke in. "No, we'll just ignore the letters."

"But Vernon, what if they keep writing," Petunia asked.

"If they don't get any answer, They'll give up," Uncle Vernon insisted. "Yes, that's for the best. We won't do anything," He said with finality.

"But-" Petunia started to argue.

"I'm not having one in the house, Petunia!" Vernon said angrily. "Didn't we swear when we took him in all those years ago that we would put a stop to this nonsense Stamp it all out of the boy?"

"Yes we did," Aunt Petunia said with a sigh. "We can only hope they don't write anymore."

"I'm sure they won't," Uncle Vernon said. "Now I must be off. Running late for work." He quickly grabbed his work bag, getting ready to leave.

When Vernon was back from work that day, he did something he had never done before: Visiting Harry in his cupboard. "Where's my letter," Harry addressed Vernon angrily as he walked inside.

"It was addressed to you by mistake," Vernon said, smirking. "We've burned the letter."

"It was not a mistake," Harry retorted. "It had my cupboard on it as well."

Uncle Vernon forced a smile onto his face. "We've decided you're becoming too big for this cupboard," he said. "That's why we're moving you into Dudley's spare bedroom."

"Why," Harry asked incredulously.

Uncle Vernon Immediately dropped his fake smile. "Don't ask questions," He roared at Harry. "Just do as you're told and move all this to your room, NOW." It was rather easy for Harry to move his belongings into his new room. He didn't have much to take anyway, saying as the Dudley's rarely bought him anything.

The Dursley house was big. It had 5 rooms. One for Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon, Dudley's room which he slept in, the room Dudley kept all his old toys in, and two guest rooms as well. As Harry walked into his new room, he noticed all of Dudley's old toys lying about. On the floor, stood the TV he had gotten, a gaping hole in the screen where Dudley had punched it the day his favorite TV show was canceled. Lying on top of the shelf were the remains of the new camera he had received, broken into multiple parts thanks to the number of times Dudley had thrown it on the ground when the photo didn't come out the way he wanted it. Pieces of lego from his broken sets were strewn about the room.

A little while ago, Harry would have given anything to get out of that cupboard and be in his room. Now the room didn't matter to him. He would rather have stayed in his cupboard with the letter than in his room without it. He sighed and stretched out on the bed, wondering what the letter had contained.

The next morning, more of those letters arrived. "Dudley, get the mail," Uncle Vernon said. Since those letters had arrived, he had started trying to be nicer to Harry by making Dudley do some of his chores instead.

"Make Harry get it," Dudley said.

Uncle Vernon glared at him. "Go get the mail," He screamed. Dudley grumbled and went to retrieve the mail, angrily banging his Smeltings cane everywhere along the way as he went.

As he looked through the mail, he saw the new letters. "Dad, look. There are more of these letters now," Dudley screamed. "Mr. H Potter, The Smallest Bedroom, 4 Privet Drive," He read aloud.

Uncle Vernon gave a strangled cry before jumping out of his chair and racing into the hall. Seeing Dudley trying to open the letter, he rushed forward and grabbed it from his hand.

"Hey, I want to read it," Dudley screamed.

Uncle Vernon wrestled him to the ground, as Harry rushed in trying to grab the letter from Uncle Vernon. In the resulting fight that followed, Dudley smacked everyone with his cane while Harry tried to pull his uncle's hair to get the letter from him. "Oh no you don't," Uncle Vernon said angrily, pushing them both away and clutching the letter in his fist. He pocketed the letter before turning back to face them. "Go back to your rooms, both of you," He commanded, out of breath.

Harry returned to his room quietly. He was quite surprised about this. The sender even knew that Harry had moved out of the cupboard and into the second story bedroom. He knew they would send more letters when they found out he still hadn't received it. He silently promised himself that this time, they wouldn't fail. He had a plan.

He decided that he would wake up at the crack of dawn, sneak down into the room, and hall and bring the letter back to his room before anyone could find out. He would have to be very quiet though, as to not wake anyone else in the house.

Getting up at 6 AM the next morning, Harry silently made his way down the stairs, coming to a stop at the entrance to the hall. Quietly opening the door while making sure it wouldn't creak, he looked around before walking forward. "His heart thundered with anticipation as he got closer to the door. As he walked forward, he felt himself step on something big and squishy near the doormat.

"AARRGGHH," someone screamed. Instantly all the lights in the house were lit up. Harry looked on in horror as he realized the thing he had stepped on was his uncle's face. Uncle Vernon had gotten his sleeping bag in the middle of the night and moved downstairs, sleeping right in front of the mail slot in order to stop Harry from doing exactly what Harry had been planning to do.

After yelling at his nephew for a while, he forced Harry into the kitchen to make a cup of tea and bring an ice pack for his swollen nose, which Harry had stepped on. Harry miserably went to the kitchen to complete the tasks. By the time he got back, the mail had arrived right into Uncle Vernon's hands.

"I want my letters," Harry said loudly. Uncle Vernon didn't respond. He just grabbed the letters and ripped them up in front of Harry, throwing them into the roaring fireplace.

"Go back to your room boy," He said, sneering at Harry.

A few hours after Harry had gone upstairs he heard some noises from below. He crept downstairs and saw Uncle Vernon in front of the door. "No more mail through this letterbox," Uncle Vernon muttered as he nailed a piece of wood over the mail slot in the doorway. "Petunia come here," He called. "I've nailed the mail slot shut. When they find out they can't send him any more letters, they'll stop," He said proudly.

"Vernon, I doubt that will work," Petunia warned. "We should just write back and inform them of our decision."

"Don't be silly Petunia," Uncle Vernon laughed. "They have no way to send him letters now."

Turns out they did. The next day even more letters arrive for Harry. This time, there were at least 15 of them, and they had been pushed under the gap in the door. Realizing this fault in his plan, Uncle Vernon, staying home again, boarded up each and every crack in the house and smirked confidently.

Even through all this, the letters kept coming. The day after that, Uncle Vernon went to the grocery store to buy some produce. When he came back, he saw the letters had been carefully hidden inside the box of eggs. No less than 24 rolled up letters inside the case. Aunt Petunia took these letters and shredded them in her food processor while Uncle Vernon made a series of furious telephone calls to the Dairy service, the post office, and even the police.

The day after was Sunday. Uncle Vernon came down to the living room and sank happily into the nearest couch chair. "Ahh, Sundays," he said, leaning back into the couch. "Fine day." He took a sip of his coffee. "In my opinion, the best day of the week, and why is that Dudley?" He questioned.

Dudley looked at his dad with an expression that said "How should I know," prompting Harry to answer for him. "Cause there's no post on Sundays?" Harry said.

"Right you are, Harry," Uncle Vernon said gleefully. "No post on Sundays. Not one blasted letter today. Not one-" He stopped mid sentence as something came flying through the fireplace. It was a letter. A moment later, the whole house started shaking on its foundations as a rain of letters spewed through the fireplace. There were hundreds of them, all throughout the hall. Petunia and Dudley cowered behind the couches and upholstery, while Harry leaped into the air with joy trying to catch one of them. Finally getting his hands on one, he tried to rush out of the hall, only to be stopped by Uncle Vernon. who lifted him up by the cuff of his shirt.

"Let me go," Harry screamed angrily. "They're my letter."

"That does it," Uncle Vernon screamed at the top of his lungs. 'We're going away. Far away." Dudley and Petunia made their way into the room looking at him in horror. "Where they can't find us," He continued. "I want you all down here in five minutes, ready to leave!"

Ten minutes later, Harry found himself sitting in the backseat of their car with Dursley as Uncle Vernon pulled the car out of the driveway. They drove for many hours. Once in a while, Uncle Vernon would take an exit and go back the way they were coming. "Got to shake them off," He would mutter as he did this.

At nightfall, Uncle Vernon smiled with relief and stopped outside a small dimly lit Inn. Staying there for the night, they got up bright and early to move onwards to their final destination.

Walking to the front desk to check out of the room, Uncle Vernon was stopped by the clerk. "Is one of you Mr. H Potter?" She asked, pointing behind her at a stack of letters. "I got no less than a hundred of these letters all addressed to him."

Harry reached out his hand to take them but was shooed away by Uncle Vernon. I'll take them, he said loudly. Carrying the stack of letters in his arm, he walked to the trash can outside and stuffed the letters inside, before hustling Petunia, Dudley, and Harry into the car.

"Daddy's gone mad hasn't he?" Dudley questioned with worry after a few more hours in the car. "We should just return home."

Uncle Vernon ignored him. "Ok, can we at least stay somewhere with a television?" Dudley asked angrily. "My favorite show is on tonight, it's Monday!" At the mention of the date, Harry realized with a start that tomorrow, the 31st of July, was his birthday.

Suddenly, Harry was jolted out of his thoughts as Uncle Vernon stopped the car in front of a store. He disappeared inside for a few moments, reappearing with a thin package suspiciously in the shape of a rifle. Then he continued on the same road for almost another two hours.

"I've found the perfect place," Uncle Vernon exclaimed when he stopped the car near a small boathouse. We're going to be staying there, he said, pointing out at the ocean. About 500 meters away, the group saw a large rock out in the ocean, with a shabby-looking cottage perched on the rock.

A seaman was hanging around the boathouse. "Want a ride to the place?" He asked with a toothless grin.

"Perfect," Uncle Vernon. "This kind gentleman has agreed to grant us passage out to the rock." After what seemed like hours, the four of them, drenched with the sprays from the sea, made it to the small island.

Finally reaching the small shack, Uncle Vernon disappeared inside. He stretched out on an old cot in the room, smiling happily to himself. He clearly thought he had gotten rid of the people sending those letters by now.

As the Dursleys fell asleep, Harry stayed awake, looking at the clock, waiting for the moment it would hit the twelve. The light-up dial on the watch worn by Dudley told Harry that he would be turning eleven in just five more minutes. While Harry waited, he drew a cake and some candles in the sand at his feet. At last, Dudley's watch gave a small dinging sound.

"Make a wish Harry," Harry whispered to himself as he blew the sand candles he had drawn.

BOOM. The whole place shook, the walls threatening to fall down over the occupants. Harry immediately stood up straight and looked towards the door. Someone or something was banging on the door, trying to get in. Another loud BOOM shook the building. This time, Dudley, Uncle Vernon, and Aunt Petunia woke up. Uncle Vernon came out of his room with his arms shaking, a loaded rifle in his hands. "Now I know what was in that package," Harry thought to himself.

"W-Who's there," Uncle Vernon called, pointing his rifle at the door. "I warn you, I'm armed with a rifle."

Another BOOM. This time, the door fell backward on its hinges, falling inwards into the house. Silhouetted in the doorway was the body of a giant of a man. He ducked his head and squeezed his way into the small cottage. The man was huge. He could have easily been 10-12 feet tall. His face was hidden by his long shaggy hair and a huge beard. The only portion of his face visible in the dark were his black eyes, shining with kindness and warmth.

The giant turned backward, picked up the door as though it weighed nothing, and gently lifted it back into its frame. "Sorry about that," He said as he turned back to face them.

"I wouldn't say no to a cup of tea," He said. "It was a rather long and tiring journey."

"I demand that you leave at once sir," Uncle Vernon said, attempting to sound brave. "you are breaking and entering."

The giant walked towards Harry's uncle. "Dry up, Dursley, you great prune," Hagrid says, before grabbing the rifle and bending it upwards with his bare hands.

Uncle Vernon pressed the trigger, the blast breaking a hole in the roof above. Hagrid smirked and turned to face Dudley. "Boy, I haven't seen you since you were a baby Harry, but you're a bit larger than I would have expected, particularly right in the middle," The giant remarked.

"I- I'm not Harry," Dudley managed to stutter as he looked at the giant in fright.

Harry, who had hidden behind the door leading to the room, nervously stepped into view and said," I am."

"Well, of course, you are," Hagrid said. "I got something for you," He continued, pulling out a slightly bent, square box from his pocket. "I'm afraid I may have sat on it at one point while making the journey, but I imagine it should taste fine just the same."

Harry opened the box to find a cake inside. The cake was covered with pink icing. On top of the icing, were written the words "heppy Burthday, Harry" in green icing, the color of Harry's eyes. "Thank you," Harry said, looking up at the giant in gratitude.

"Baked it myself," The giant said proudly. "Words and All." Harry smiled at the giant. Nobody had ever given Harry a gift before, and here a total stranger had gone so far as to make a cake for his birthday.

"Thank you, but who are you?" Harry asked.

"Blimey, forgot to introduce myself didn't I," Hagrid said. "I'm Rubeus Hagrid, Keeper of Keys and Grounds at Hogwarts," He added proudly. "Course you'll know all about Hogwarts."

"Erm- Hogwarts?" Harry asked. "Sorry, I don't know what you're talking about."

"Blimey Harry, didn't you wonder where your parents learned it all?" Hagrid questioned.

"All what?" Harry asked.

"Yer a wizard, Harry," Hagrid said leaning forward. "And a thumpin' good one, I'd wager, once you've toughened up a bit."

"No, there's no way," Harry said astonished. "I can't be a-a wizard. I mean, I'm just..just Harry.."

Hagrid chuckled. "Well, Just Harry," He said. "Have you ever made anything happen before? Something you couldn't explain?"

Harry instantly thought back to the events from a week ago at the zoo, how the glass had disappeared and reappeared, as well as every other instance when something he couldn't explain had happened. Slowly his eyes widened in realization. Hagrid smiled and nodded, realizing that Harry must have figured it out as well.

"Here's the letter by the way," Hagrid said, handing over another copy of the letter to Harry.

"Dear, Mr. Potter. We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts' School of Witchcraft and Wizardry," Harry read out loud.

"Why didn't anyone ever tell me," He questioned.

"He will not be going, I tell you," Uncle Vernon broke in, finally finding his voice.

"Wait," Harry said, interrupting. "You knew," he asked incredulously. "You knew and you never told me."

"Of course we knew," Aunt Petunia put in distastefully. "How could you now be, my blasted sister, being what she was. Our parents were so happy when she got her letter. I was the only one who saw her for what she was. A f-freak."

Hagrid looked on angrily as Petunia continued her story. "And then she went to that blasted school, where she met that Potter and they had you and I knew immediately you would be the same. Just as strange and abnormal as your parents. And then, if you please, she went and got herself blown up along with her husband, and we landed with you."

"Blown up?" Harry questioned angrily. "You told me my parents died in a car accident!"

"A car accident?" Hagrid broke in. "A car accident killed Lily and James Potter? It's an outrage. A scandal, that's what it is," he said angrily. As the Dursleys and Hagrid continue arguing, Dudley sneaks over and steals Harry's cake, making his way over to the far side of the room.

"He won't be going to that blasted school," Uncle Vernon yelled.

"OHO," Hagrid said. "And I suppose a great muggle like you is going to stop him?" He added sarcastically.

"Muggle?" Harry asked, looking confused at the unfamiliar term.

"It's what we call non-magic folk," Hagrid explained. Turning his attention back towards the Dursleys, he continues his argument. "Harry here has had his name down to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry ever since he was born, the finest school for people capable of doing magic, and he will be under the finest headmaster Hogwarts has ever had, Albus Dumbledore.

"I AM NOT PAYING FOR SOME CRACKPOT OLD FOOL TO TEACH THIS BOY MAGIC TRICKS," Uncle Vernon screamed.

Hagrid whipped out his umbrella and pointed it threateningly at Vernon. "Never. Insult. Albus. Dumbledore. In. Front. Of. Me." He said, his voice dangerously calm. He then looked over at Dudley, eating away at Harry's cake, and swished his wand through the air. Harry looked on in awe as a stream of purple light hit Dudley in the back. Instantly, Dudley dropped the cake and clawed at his back as a pig's tail poked between a hole in his trousers.

Hagrid snorted. "I should have known," he said with a smirk

"Should have known what?" Harry asked.

"I meant to turn the boy into a pig, but he was too much like one anyway, so the spell only made him grow a tail," Hagrid explained. Harry laughed at that. "Be grateful if you didn't mention that to anyone by the way," Hagrid whispered. "I'm not allowed to do magic."

"Of course I won't," Harry said.

Hagrid smiled his thanks before pulling out a pocket watch. "Well, we're a bit behind schedule but that should be fine," He said. "Let's get going, we've got a lot to do." He strode out the door and turned back to face Harry. "Unless you want to stay, of course," He added. Harry shook his head and followed Hagrid.


Author's Note: YAYY, done with this.

Hopefully, you guys did actually read this chapter, since I did add some stuff and also did work pretty hard on it.

Anyway remember to read, review, follow, favorite, all that stuff, if you enjoy the story, thanks!

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