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Barely a week after Harry's revelation, something very odd happened. He was getting the mail, as usual, when he noticed that there was a letter addressed to him. He tilted his head curiously as he looked at the fine handwriting. Who would be writing to him? He didn't know anyone aside from the Dursleys. Maybe it was some cruel prank by Dudley and his gang? No... their handwriting wasn't this neat. Aunt Petunia maybe? No, she wouldn't waste her time with something like this. He puzzled over the letter, carrying the rest of the mail to the kitchen and handing it to Uncle Vernon. He was just about to open his own letter when Dudley suddenly snatched it out of his hands.
"Daddy look, the freak got a letter!" He guffawed, giving the letter to his father.
"A letter? Ha! Who would be writing to YOU?" Vernon jeered, examining the letter.
Harry could only watch as his face formed a frown and drained of color. Then suddenly, he grew angry and tore the letter into tiny pieces. He muttered and grumbled to himself, pushing himself out of the chair and going over to the fireplace. To everyone's surprise, another letter came flying out of the chimney! It landed on the kitchen table in front of Harry, who was honestly confused by this turn of events. He reached for the second letter, but Uncle Vernon grabbed his wrist in a tight grip.
"Don't even think about it, boy!" He practically growled.
For the first time in his life, Harry glared back at his Uncle defiantly. He was going to read this letter, one way or another. Before he could say anything, though... the house began to rumble. Harry was a bit concerned. He wasn't doing that, was he? No, that familiar electric feeling whenever he did something odd wasn't there this time. This was something else. Out of nowhere, dozens of letters started flying in through the mail slot and the chimney, flooding the house. Harry used the distraction to his advantage, snatching the letter off the table and ripping free of Uncle Vernon's grasp.
"Get back here, boy!" Uncle Vernon bellowed, chasing him down the hallway.
Harry barely made it to the stairs before Vernon grabbed his leg, pulling him back down and crushing him in a vice-like grip.
"Let me go!" Harry cried out, struggling and squirming in Vernon's grip.
"NEVER! We're going to move away! FAR AWAY! Where no one can find us!" Vernon shouted, practically frothing at the mouth.
"Daddy's gone mad, hasn't he?" Dudley asked Petunia worriedly, both standing at the end of the hallway with mouths agape.
The letters kept coming and coming. It seemed like there was no end to them. But the Dursleys packed what little they could among the mess, Vernon keeping Harry restrained as they left Number 4 Privett Drive.
Another week had passed since the relocation and Harry honestly had no idea where they were. Just that they were on some isolated, rocky outcropping with a barely stable house that he was sure would blow away in the storm. But it seemed to be holding up alright at the moment. Harry sighed, rolling onto his stomach and glancing at the small, digital watch he had managed to steal on the way here. It didn't look that expensive in the window, so he hoped no one was missing it. Either way, he was counting down the minutes to his birthday. He snorted slightly.
"Some way to celebrate a birthday..." He muttered quietly, drawing himself a cake in the dirt.
He would be turning eleven-years-old at midnight. He didn't know why, but he felt like this birthday would actually be special for once. The watch beeped a few times when it struck twelve and Harry sighed again.
"Make a wish, Harry." He squeezed his eyes shut and 'blew out' the candles on the dirt cake.
He didn't really believe in wishing for something, but stranger things had happened before... So he wished for his life to change. He wished to get away from the Dursleys. He wished to go someplace where he could be himself. Just Harry.
BOOM.
Harry jumped slightly as there was a sudden knock on the door, though it sounded more like a battering ram. He heard his relatives awaken, but he couldn't care less about them right now.
BOOM.
Another thundering knock on the door. One more and it would probably come right off its hinges! Harry ducked behind the couch as he saw Vernon coming down the stairs with a shotgun, Petunia huddled behind him.
BOOM.
Sure enough, the door fell inward on the third knock and Petunia let out a scream as a giant of a man stepped through the door. The howling wind of the storm and a crack of lightning punctuated his intimidating appearance. However, despite his hulking form...
"Sorry 'bout that." He spoke with a thick accent, dusting himself off and putting the door back into place.
Well, Harry certainly wasn't expecting that out of the giant man. He was curious now, but still cautious, keeping himself hidden for now.
"I demand you leave my house at once! I will not have you FREAKS barge in like you own the place!" Vernon demanded.
The giant, unfazed, walked over to Vernon and grunted a bit.
"Dry up, Dursley, you great prune!" He replied, bending the end of the shotgun like it was a piece of rubber.
Vernon, of course, fired a shot, which ricocheted straight up into the ceiling. Petunia screamed again as it went off. Harry's eyes widened as the giant came lumbering over to the couch. He tried darting off and hiding somewhere else, but the man spotted him.
"Harry Potter? Is that you?" His deep voice rumbled.
Harry swallowed nervously, adjusting his glasses and looking up at the man.
"H-how do you know my name?" He asked.
"Oh, right! You wouldn't remember me. The name's Rubeus Hagrid." He replied with a nod, dropping onto the couch.
He pulled a simple umbrella out of his coat, but sparks shot out from the end and lit the fireplace. Harry's eyes widened.
"How did you do that?!" He asked, shocked.
"Oh, I can do more than that, Harry. And so can you! You're a wizard, Harry." Hagrid winked at him.
"I'm a... what?" Harry asked, clearly confused.
"A wizard! Son of two of the best... Poor Lily and James, god rest their souls." Hagrid sniffled slightly.
"Wait, you knew my parents?" Harry was starting to think he might be dreaming all of this.
"Sure did. Your mother and father were wizards, too, you know." Hagrid reply.
"I'm sorry, but... I think you have the wrong person. I'm not a... a wizard! I'm... just Harry!" He responded.
"Well, 'just Harry', have you ever had anything odd happen to you?" Hagrid asked.
His gut instinct was to say 'no', but after thinking for a moment, he realized that quite a few odd things had happened around him. He simply nodded.
"But... I don't understand." Harry murmured. "If my mother and father were wizards, then... How did they die in a car crash?"
"A car crash?!" Hagrid snorted indignantly, looking over at Vernon and Petunia as he stood from the couch. "So that's what you told the boy?"
"Well, obviously we weren't going to tell him the truth!" Vernon replied haughtily.
"Yes, my sister always thought she was sooo special! And having to look after her... FREAK of a son. It was dreadful." Petunia added, scowling at them both.
"McGonagall was right... You lot are the worst sort of muggle." Hagrid grunted, looking back down at Harry. "I am sorry about your parents, Harry... I'll tell you what really happened later."
"It..It's alright, Hagrid. Thank you." Harry replied.
A silence passed between them before Hagrid suddenly spoke. "Oh, almost forgot! I got something for you."
Harry watched curiously as Hagrid fished around in his coat, producing a simple white box. Harry could already smell what was inside, opening it and smiling at the misspelling of 'Happee Birthday Harry' on the cake.
"You got this... for me?" He asked.
"Well, it's not every day a young man turns eleven, now is it?" Hagrid pointed out.
Harry just nodded happily.
"Right then, Harry, you ready to go?" Hagrid asked.
"Go? Go where?" Harry looked up from his cake.
"Why, to Hogwarts, of course! School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." Hagrid said, walking over to the door and ripping it off its hinges. "Unless you'd rather stay here?"
Harry looked at the Dursleys, the cake, and then back at Hagrid. His smile widened. It looked like his wish had come true. He packed what little he had and followed after the giant of a man. Honestly, he didn't care where they were going, so long as it was far, FAR away from the Dursleys. If he could help it, he would never go back to them again.