The Rise of Hufflepuff

by gadman85

Harry was 8 when he was kicked out. A teenage boy with a large sword named Jett found him and took under his wing. After that, Harry lives with those who slipped through the cracks of society, the Street Knights. Their motto is: Loyalty to those who deserve it. What will Hogwarts be like for Harry with a different background? Harry small harem. (FF net version).

2. Chapter 2

Chapter 2: A Letter, a Giant of a Man, and a Magical Alley

"Harry. I was looking for you," Jett said.

"What do you need, Boss?" Harry asked from where he sat.

"Follow me. There's something we need to discuss," Jett told him.

"Okay," Harry said as he got up. He was curious about this. It must be important if Boss didn't want to just say it right here.

The two made their way to the roof of a building in the compound. It was actually the building they used as an infirmary. It had taken a lot of work to set the place up and it couldn't help with everything, but it did with a lot of things. With the infirmary, they also didn't have to take up space unnecessarily in the nearest local hospital which was already overcrowded.

"This is for you," Jett said as he handed the envelope to Harry.

Harry took it curiously. It looked aged and the paper or parchment, whatever it was, was thicker than normal. The most curious thing though was the address.

Harry Potter

Street Knights Compound

Main Warehouse

Deliver via Jett Manton

"This is weird," Harry said.

"Not completely unexpected. Go ahead and open it, Harry," Jett said as he sat down next to the boy.

Harry did. There were two pieces of what Harry decided had to be parchment, which was odd instead of paper. He looked at the first one.

Dear Mr. Potter,

We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July. If you need assistance in acquiring any of the supplies be sure to mention it in your return letter.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

"School for Witchcraft and Wizardry?" Harry asked in confusion. This seemed very unlikely to be real, but then again, he did talk to a snake and vanish glass. Maybe magic did exist.

"That is what it says. I am not sure how to send the letter back though. Maybe I shouldn't have waved the owl off. Maybe it is waiting around here…" Jett said in thought as he looked around trying to find an owl.

"You seem oddly calm about this, Boss," Harry said looking to his friend and boss.

"Why do you think that is, Harry?" Jett asked with a mischievous grin.

Harry was in thought before his eyes opened. "Wait a minute… You mean the whole thing about you and the sword with the wizard is real?!" he asked.

"I keep telling everyone," Jett said in amusement.

"It is really unbelievable," Harry muttered.

"Sometimes the truth is just like that. You can share it and no one will believe it. Sometimes that is very annoying. Other times it is nice because you don't have to feel guilty about lying to those close to you. You can't force them to believe it. They have to decide that on their own," Jett said.

Harry nodded to this causal lesson from his boss. "How did it specifically happen then?" Harry asked.

"It was before I formed the Street Knights. I came across a wizard who was hurt, confused, and lost. I helped him regain his health and told him where he was. I helped him as long as he needed it before he was ready to return. I had the sword back then, but it was little better than a decoration. I was actually thinking about pawning it or auctioning it off at the time. He looked to me and used some kind of spell," Jett said.

"He saw something in me. He saw what I wanted to do here. How I wanted to help those who were like me. Forgotten. Tossed aside. He told me, 'You have the charisma, intelligence, and tenacity to achieve that goal. You just need something to back up it all up.' He then enchanted the sword. Made it a real blade. Had it give me insight in how to use it properly. He then bound it to me. That is why no one else can use it. He gave me a powerful tool to use for those sticky situations when they arise," Jett said.

The older boy then looked to the younger boy and said, "I've known about the magical world since then. I just didn't know any of the Knights were magicals. You are though. Harry, you're a wizard."

Harry took it all in. He couldn't believe this. It was really strange, but it made sense. "That would explain what happened at the zoo," Harry said.

"What happened?" Jett asked seriously.

"Sorry Boss, I didn't tell you about it because I didn't even know what to fully make of it. It also reminded me of the Dursleys and how they always got on my case for what they called my freakishness. I ended up talking to a snake. Then I accidentally vanished the glass to its display. I wonder how far he made it. He wanted to go to Brazil," Harry said.

Jett chuckled. "That is a very long journey. Especially for a snake," he said.

Harry chuckled too. "Yeah it is!" he said.

"Well then. Let's write you that letter. Unless you don't want to go to a magical school and learn all kinds of really awesome things," Jett said with a smirk.

Harry laughed to that. "I'm just worried how we can find an owl to send it!" he said.

There was a hoot suddenly that got their attention. "So, you were around after all," Jett said to the owl who hooted at him in reply. It then dropped a return envelope and some parchment for Harry to use. Jett gave him a pen.

Dear Hogwarts,

I would like to attend your school. I didn't even know magic was a real thing, but I am eager to learn. I would appreciate assistance in acquiring the supplies listed. I have no idea where to get them. If you could, please include a date and time for the meeting in the return letter. There is a place near me called Vinny's Diner. It has a large burger and shake on the roof. We can arrange to meet there.

Yours sincerely,

Harry J. Potter

Before Harry sealed the letter, he quickly scribbled down the address for Vinny's Diner. He then put it in the envelope and held it out for the owl. The owl hooted in thanks and took off to deliver the letter.

"I really don't get why they use owls for delivering letters," Harry said.

"I don't either. There is a lot I don't know about the magical world. I just know it exists and you are a wizard," Jett said.

[-] [-] [-]

Harry was nervous as he and Jett sat at Vinny's Diner. It technically wasn't open until noon, but since they were Street Knights the owner had no problem opening for them early. Jett was currently sitting with his sword on his back just in case something happened. They were supposed to be meeting a man called Hagrid. They were simply told he couldn't be missed when it came to recognizing him.

They soon heard the sound of a loud motorcycle coming from outside. It was a really loud sounding motorcycle. They saw a man that was easily the size of three people sitting on it. The motorcycle seemed to be really large and was clearly modified.

Jett let out a low whistle. "That's what a wizard should do. Make a really awesome motorcycle! I'm sure he's the guy, Harry," Jett said before standing up and going outside with Harry behind him. Both of them wanted to get a better look at the motorcycle and didn't want to force their guest to have to enter the diner. It looked like that would be uncomfortable for him, given his size.

"Well I'll be… Harry Potter all grown up! I'd recognize you anywhere. You look just like your father and you've got your mother's eyes," Hagrid said.

"Are you Hagrid then?" Harry asked.

"That I be… Who is this?" Hagrid asked as he looked to the older boy with sword on his back. The young man was looking at the bike in appreciation.

"That's Boss. He wanted to make sure nothing happened and wanted to meet you as well," Harry said.

"My actual name is Jett Manton. I guess you could say I'm Harry's unofficial guardian." Jett said as he stood up and offered a hand to Hagrid.

Hagrid shook it but then asked. "I don't mean no offense… But what happened to the Dursleys? Headmaster Dumbledore made me deliver Harry to them."

Harry frowned. "They threw me out years ago. Boss here raised me since along with the rest of the Knights. The letter was addressed to him and said to come here. I figured that meant you all knew," Harry said.

"Those people… Threw Harry out when he was eight! I found him trying to survive on the streets. Alone! It was lucky I found him when I did," Jett said. He wasn't hiding his feelings about the terrible people.

Hagrid had a saddened look on his face. "Professor McGonagall did say they were the worst sort of people. The letters address themselves so that's why I didn't know there was a change to the address. Professor Dumbledore told us it would work out…" Hagrid grumbled. "I suppose even good men like him can make mistakes."

"I guess in a way it worked out. Boss here took me in. I actually have a family now with the Street Knights. Davey, the Professor, and many others. The Dursleys are terrible people. I'm away from them though and better for it," Harry said.

"I'm glad we met in the end. Harry's like a brother, a friend or whatever. There's not a single person in the Knights I regret meeting. So, you'll be helping Harry with his shopping?" Jett asked.

"Aye! That I will. We'll be getting back tomorrow. Got rooms set up for us for the night and everything," Hagrid said.

"I would ask to come along as well, but I don't know if that's allowed," Jett said.

Hagrid was in thought for a moment. "I suppose ye can. Since ye have been looking after Harry. Unlike them Dursleys…" Hagrid grumbled.

"Are you sure about this, Boss?" Harry asked in concern.

"Don't worry, Harry. I made plans for this in case I could come along," he gave a chuckle. "Do you think I would want to miss a chance to see part of the magical world?" he asked with a grin.

Harry shook his head no in answer.

"Just going to leave the sword here and write a message for Vinny to deliver. On the bright side, we'll be back just in time to celebrate your birthday," Jett said with a smile.

Harry chuckled. "I really wouldn't want to disappoint Davey. No telling what she'd do if we couldn't eat the cake, she's putting so much work into."

"No doubt," Jett said with a chuckle as he went inside the diner.

"I really am sorry, Harry. Had I known… I wouldn't have left ye with them Dursleys," Hagrid said in apology.

Harry gave a small smile and shook his head. "You don't have anything to worry about. The only one who made the mistake is this Dumbledore fellow," Harry said.

Jett came back outside a moment later. "Alright then!" Hagrid started. "Hop in the side car, you two. It will expand to fit you both comfortably."

The two boys eagerly did. They had never ridden in a motorcycle before. They were further amazed when it suddenly took off into the sky. They roared away into the early morning light.

Hagrid managed to explain some things to them and talked about Harry's parents some on the way. It was amazing they could hear him given the loud roar of the motorcycle, but then again it was magical. Maybe it was enchanted to let them hear him over the sound of the exhaust pipe.

[-] [-] [-]

"Now then. We have to take the underground from here. Can't fly too close to the main city," Hagrid told them as they found a parking spot for it.

"Good idea. Traffic's terrible this time of day," Jett said.

It was actually a bit of an adventure using public transportation with Hagrid. He pointed out ordinary things that he found absolutely amazing. Harry and Jett took turns explaining to him about the different things and found Hagrid's reactions fun and humorous.

"So, that's how it works," Hagrid said in understanding as they went through a turnstile to get to the Underground. Jett was the one to buy their tickets using the money Hagrid had for this part of the trip. "Paper money?" Hagrid said in thought.

"So where are we going exactly?" Harry asked.

"A place called Diagon Alley. We'll be entering through The Leaky Cauldron," Hagrid explained to them.

The Leaky Cauldron turned out to be a very dingy and dark pub. Jett almost missed it before Harry and Hagrid pointed it out to him. The inside was smoky and a little drafty. It did have a certain… excessively rustic charm… to it you could say.

"Hey Hagrid! The usual?" a stooped bar man asked Hagrid with a grin.

"Not this time, Tom. I'm on official Hogwarts business," Hagrid said.

"If ye say so," Tom said. His eyes then widened, "Well I'll be… is that Harry Potter?!" he asked in excitement.

Then the inhabitants of the bar descended upon the trio. Hagrid and Jett managed to keep them in line. Harry was used to being recognized and even greeted very enthusiastically at times. The residents around their base really looked up to the Knights. This however was on a different level.

He ended up shaking the hands of everyone in the bar. Some of the witches even threw passes at him. Harry might have been flattered if they weren't mostly old and rather squat. It wasn't surprising given the time of day, most of the young and pretty ones would probably only come here at night, if ever.

"Told ye you were famous," Hagrid said with a chuckle. "Now then… three up. Two across," he said to himself as he touched a pink umbrella to a brick in the wall.

Harry and Jett's eyes were wide as the brick wall moved and shifted into a large archway even Hagrid could fit through with ease. It was amazing seeing more magic. It was also really something to see so many people wearing robes and wizard hats milling about. The buildings in the alley were also very much magical in the way they were designed. Some had floating signs and others had slanted sides to the building that were obviously on purpose.

"Welcome to Diagon Alley!" Hagrid said as he watched the two boys staring in awe. Hagrid loved getting to help new students for this reason and many others.

"Well then time to stop at Gringotts first. Like I said on the way over. That's where you'll get your money. Ye might want to ask about details and such some other time. No telling how long that could take. We have plenty of time, but plenty of places to go as well," Hagrid said with a smile.

"I'm really curious to see what these Goblins look like, myself," Jett said.

"Yeah me too, Boss. I wonder if those movies are anywhere near right," Harry said.

"Best not stare at them for too long, ye two. They might take that as a challenge. They'd actually be impressed if ya brought that sword with ya, Jett," Hagrid said.

"I'm guessing that's not exactly a good thing?" Jett asked.

"Ye'd be right. They'd want to challenge you to a spar," Hagrid replied.

Jett and Harry actually grinned. "Maybe I should bring it next time. What do you say, Harry?" he asked in a joking manner.

"Might be the only way you could truly improve, given your skills, Boss. It'd probably be something to see as well," Harry said as he chuckled.

Hagrid froze mid step and looked to the two boys. Were they really wanting to test their skills against a goblin? When they laughed again, Hagrid felt at ease.

They did stare for a moment in wonder at the goblins guarding the entrance to the bank. The goblins seemed to be getting a read on them in turn. They almost seemed to partially approve of the two in some goblin fashion. Hagrid got them to move along. He wasn't sure if this was a good thing or not. "Places ta be and all that," he said ushering the boys forward.

[-] [-] [-]

"So, you had my vault key?" Harry asked with a frown.

"It was just delivered to us recently. The trust was set up like that. You would have received it instead if you wrote you didn't need assistance," Hagrid said. Harry gave a nod to that.

He would be asking for a full balance for the last twelve or so years when he came back next year just to be sure. He trusted Hagrid, but he did not trust Dumbledore. He could see Dumbledore telling Hagrid that is how it was, but having actually been using the key to get money from Harry's vault. The man left him with the Dursleys. There was no telling what he would do.

Harry didn't know him and he was not one to just trust adults who claimed and acted like they knew better. Dumbledore seemed to be that kind of person to Harry from the very little he knew of him.

It didn't take long for them to get to shopping. They got Harry's trunk first to fit all of his purchases in. The trunk was enchanted to have five compartments and to be feather light so it was easy to carry. They also got all of his Potions supplies and his cauldron for school.

"Next up will be Flourish and Blotts. Then we can get you yer school uniform. After that a wand and I'll get you a pet for your birthday," Hagrid said.

They entered the book store. "Wow…" Harry said looking around the place. It was huge! "Can we look around for a bit?" Harry asked.

"Sure can," Hagrid replied with a grin. "I'll wait for ye outside. Kind of cramped in here for me."

"Sure thing, Hagrid. I'll keep Harry to an hour max," Jett said.

"Likes books, does he?" Hagrid asked with a chuckle.

"Yes, he does," Jett replied with a smile and a nod.

"Your mom liked books and studying too, Harry. Seems you got more than just her eyes," Hagrid said with a grin as he left the store.

Harry appreciated the comment, but he was focused on looking around the bookstore currently. He traveled up and down a few aisles. He then heard a girl's voice say, "So many books…" Harry looked to it and saw a girl looking to be close to his age crouching on the floor as she looked over the books down there.

The girl had brown frizzy hair, lightly tanned skin and he could barely make out honey brown eyes as she looked along the lower shelf. She was also biting her lower lip in thought. "Hhhhmmmmmnnn. I want to buy them all," she whined to herself quietly.

Harry couldn't help but chuckle. She seemed kind of cute. The girl looked to him and gave a bit of a pout that Harry found even cuter. He then smiled and said, "I don't blame you. I'm also new to the magical world."

The girl's eyes then lit up and she shot up and looked to him beaming. "You're new to it as well?! I am too. I didn't even know it existed until I got the letter. I mean things had happened, but I always thought it was something else and not magic. Then I saw that magic was real after the letter when Professor McGonagall came and gave my parents and me a demonstration. She told us how to get here as well. Can you believe they have goblins running the bank?! There is so much I want to learn! I want to learn everything!" she said rather quickly.

Harry gave a bit of a chuckle. She was really excited about magic he could tell. "I was surprised to see the goblins as well. That's really cool that you got a demonstration. I guess Boss and I got one. We actually took a flying motorcycle part of the way here. I'm excited about getting a wand more than anything else, but I really like seeing all of these books," he replied.

"Ooooo. A flying motorcycle?! That sounds crazy," she said. She then frowned a little. "I don't know if I would like it though. I mean I don't mind taking a plane, but I'm not usually a fan of heights," she said. Then the girl looked a little shy as she asked, "So… are you muggleborn too?"

"Essentially I am. My parents were a witch and wizard, but they died when I was like a year old. I've grown up in the muggle world pretty much," Harry said.

"I'm sorry… I didn't mean to pry like that. I didn't mean to make think of your parents," she said looking sad as she slumped a little.

"It isn't anything worry about. I'm used to it. Part of the reason I'm looking forward to Hogwarts is learning more about them," Harry said with a small smile.

"You aren't… alone. Are you?" she asked quietly.

"Nope. I have Boss and everyone else. Well I call him Boss, but he's kind of like a big brother to me. He's helped me a lot," Harry said.

"Did you not have relatives?" she asked carefully.

Harry glowered for a moment, but not at her. "I do. But the less said about them the better. Besides, Boss took me under his wing and I have actual family now. It doesn't matter if we aren't related by blood," he said.

"Sorry… I brought it up," she said with a frown.

Harry smiled to her again. "No worries again. I'm really excited about Hogwarts," he said leading the subject somewhere else.

The girl seemed to catch on after a moment. She smiled and said, "I really am too! I can't believe it! A real magic school. Professor McGonagall said it is a huge castle and everything! I find it a little odd, but kind of comforting they use a train to get everyone there."

"Hagrid hasn't told me how to get on to Platform 9 ¾ yet. Did Professor McGonagall tell you?" Harry asked.

"She did. You apparently go through the barrier between platform 9 and 10. You just have to think about the platform or the Hogwarts Express," she replied.

"Thanks," Harry said with a smile. "I'm Harry Potter by the way. What's your name?" he asked her.

She blushed as she looked into his eyes briefly. "I can't believe I didn't even think to say my name. I'm Hermione Granger. I think I've heard your name…" she then said.

"It is nice to meet you, Hermione. Regarding my name… It seems I'm a bit of a celebrity in the magic world. I don't know why. I was only one year old when the incident happened," he said.

"That's why I've heard it… I wonder if it is in a book," Hermione said as she looked at the nearby books again.

"I'm pretty sure anything in a book about me would be pure solid guesswork. Hagrid told us no one knows what happened that night, since I can't remember it on account of being too young," Harry said.

"Oh," Hermione said. She seemed a little sad about that.

"Hermione! Honey! Fifteen minutes," a woman's voice called from a different part of the store nearby.

"Harry. Twenty minutes," Jett called to him.

"Alright, got it," Harry and Hermione said almost simultaneously. They then looked to each other and shared a laugh.

"Well. Guess we better get back to picking out books, Hermione," Harry said with a smile.

Hermione again looked into his eyes. She then got cute and shy as she said, "I suppose so… Do… Do you think… we could see each other on the train?" she asked trying to hide the hope she had.

Harry smiled to her brightly. "I'll be sure to look for you, Hermione. See you then," he said.

Hermione looked to his eyes again and her face lit up in a blush. She even wiggled a little where she was standing. "I'd… love that…" she said. She then started to move while shooting him looks and blushing. She even almost tripped over her own feet.

"Huh oh…" Harry thought. He recognized that kind of behavior. He would have to see, but it really looked like she already had a little crush on him. He didn't think it too bad though, she was cute and friendly. "Maybe Davey was right," he thought additionally.

He recognized the behavior of a girl having a crush because he had seen how Davey sometimes acted around Boss. Davey had joked to him that he would be a real lady killer if he wasn't careful. It was his green eyes and his delightfully messy hair. Add to that he was no longer the too small for his clothes kid he was with the Dursleys, and you have quite the lethal combination for a maiden's heart. It also didn't help their hearts he actually had clothes that fit properly.

Harry found a few books that really piqued his interest and bought them before leaving the store. "One minute left," Jett said with a chuckle when Harry met with him.

"Finally robes time then, huh?" Hagrid asked from just outside.

"Seems like it," Jett said.

[-] [-] [-]

It took no time at all to get robes. Harry was the only one in the Madam Malkins at the time. A girl with blonde pig tails left just before him with her mother. She was smiling brightly and even quickly gave him a friendly wave and greeting, which he returned.

Shopping for a wand on the other hand was a different matter. "I'm surprised Harry hasn't tried ever wand in the store yet," Jett joked from where he was next to an almost dozing Hagrid.

"Wands are always tricky… Sometimes you find it right away. Other times it can be longer than even this," Hagrid said.

"There was one tricky customer years ago who pretty much took the whole night! Luckily, I was off the next day and got plenty sleep. But we will find you a wand yet, Mr. Potter," Ollivander, the store owner and wandmaker, said.

"Hmmmm…" The man said tapping his chin in thought. "It is worth a shot. I guess." He disappeared into a different part of the store with those words and shortly returned with a wand for Harry to try.

Harry picked it up. Right away he could tell this one was different. It felt like a part of him! He felt his magic core seemingly coming to life. A bright beautiful multicolored light arched from it as he waved the wand.

"Fantastic! That's it!" Ollivander said. "Curious though. Very curious."

"How so?" Harry asked.

"The phoenix that gave the feather for that wand, gave just one other. I remember every wand. This wand's brother was sadly, the one that gave you that scar," the wandmaker said.

"Doesn't matter. Harry is different. Wands may be powerful tools, but they are still tools. It is the wielder that uses it for either bad or good. It is not the wand's fault," Jett said.

Ollivander nodded to that. "You are right. Still I can expect Harry here will do great things. He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named did great things as well. Terrible but great," he said.

"Harry already does great things. We all know it. Those of us closest to him," Jett said giving Harry an easy smile.

"Thanks, Boss." Harry said with his own smile. He knew what Jett wanted. He didn't want Harry dwelling on his wand's brother. It was still good to hear him say those words nonetheless.

Jett gave an overly dramatic sigh as he shook his head smiling. "One of these Days, Harry. I'll get you to call me Jett instead Boss," he said.

Harry gave a chuckle and a cheeky grin. "Maybe, Boss. But it is not this day," Harry said. The two shared a laugh before Harry paid for the wand and left.

"Just got your present now," Hagrid said. "Yer allowed either a toad, a cat, or an owl. Toads are out of style. You'll get laughed at for having one. Cats make me sneeze something awful, but if you want... Owls however, are the best. Everyone wants an owl. Useful owls are. You can use them to send and receive letters."

"An owl it is," Harry said.

"That was easy," Jett said.

"A way to send and receive letters? Of course, that's my choice. How else could I keep in contact with you all?" Harry asked.

"True enough," Jett replied with a nod of understanding.

"So, its settled then," Hagrid said before disappearing to get an owl for Harry. He wanted it to be a surprise so the boys waited outside. The giant of a man soon returned with a beautiful snowy white owl. The owl immediately gave Harry an acknowledging hoot and a head bob of approval. "She likes you already. Best give this one a good name," Hagrid said.

Harry thought over some names. He came across one that was in his history book which he took a sneak peek at during lunch. "Hedwig," Harry said. Hedwig hooted in approval and affectionately nipped the finger he held out for her.

"She obviously approves," Jett said. "Glad to meet you, Hedwig," he said. Hedwig hooted in reply.

"She's a smart one. She is. All owls are smart, but she is top o' the pecking order," Hagrid said.

Harry and Jett groaned. Hedwig covered her head with a wing and seemed to shake it. "Alright. I get it. Bad Joke. At least I'm just as good at my job as I am bad at jokes," Hagrid said with a chuckle as he led the way to the Cauldron.

They would be leaving to head back to the Street Knights' base tomorrow morning. It wasn't sun down yet, but it would be really late by the time they got back if they left tonight. Instead the boys got to listen to Hagrid as he shared stories about Harry's parents. Jett and Harry shared stories as well about their lives up until now. They made sure to edit out some of the less flattering moments.

[-] [-] [-]

Harry was actually the first to go to bed for the night. Hagrid and Jett were still up for a bit. Jett looked over to the giant of a man. It seemed something was on his mind. "Something you thinking about?" Jett came out and asked.

"Aye. I don't know about this whole thing with Harry and you all. It seems good for him, but I am a little worried and I'm not sure what to go and say to Dumbledore. Ain't no way he'll let me off without telling about what I learned of Harry. His situation seems so… well… bizarre. No offense. Like I said, it seems good for him," Hagrid said.

Jett was in thought for a moment as he nodded to show he heard what Hagrid said. He had an answer that might help. "I get what you mean, Hagrid. Our whole group is filled with people who have bizarre situations in their life. We call ourselves the Street Knights. We have a fairly large community actually. We look out for each other the best we can and the area around us as well."

"We're made up of people that either slipped through society's cracks or were tossed aside by the rest of the world. We strongly believe in being loyal to each other and forming families that we otherwise didn't get to have. It isn't my place to say much, but the Dursleys were terrible to Harry. So terrible… What kind of people simply toss out an eight-year-old into the streets without a second's thought?" he said shaking his head.

"Tell you what. How about you join us tomorrow for a bit? Unless you have to be back immediately. You can see what it's like for Harry. It is like you said, bizarre, but it might help you figure out what to say and all of that," Jett said.

"I could? You two and the others wouldn't mind? I don't want to make things awkward for Harry and all that. I can make me some time. Dumbledore is a busy man, especially during summer. He won't be back at Hogwarts till the day after next," Hagrid said.

"Yeah. We'll ask Harry in the morning, but he seems to have taken a liking to you. It being my idea will also be a plus," Jett said.

Hagrid gave a chuckle. "I don't know about taken a liking to me. Way I see it only one he really taken a liking to was that girl he was talking about meeting in the Flourish and Blotts," he said.

Jett gave a chuckle to that too. "That it seems. Davey's going to love being right. She told him he'll be winning girls left, right and center. It's his eyes and how likable he is as a person," Jett said.

"Guess we'll call it a night here then," Hagrid said as he got up from his seat.

"What time do you want us to wake up tomorrow?" Jett asked.

"Anywhere from 8-10 I'd say," Hagrid answered.

"It will be 8 then. Harry isn't usually fond of sleeping in too late. He sees it as burning daylight and time," Jett said.

"See ye two at 8 then. The Cauldron does have some really good breakfast," Hagrid said as they both called it a night and went to their rooms.