Summary: A stranger comes to the estate and claims that Harry is a prince? Could this be possible?

Note: Nothing belongs to me, except the situations and actions in this story. I think I should say that I plan on making this story a drarry (but Harry is faaar from meeting Draco just yet, I have a lot more for him to do). Please review if you liked it (or not, you can criticize too), it motivates me to carry on.


One day a thundering thud echoed through the estate, it was a single knock on the door. A knock so powerful that it didn't need to be replicated. One of the servants opened the door. A giant was standing at the doorstep. The moment he saw him, Harry knew he was a giant, or at least that he looked a lot like the illustrations on Dudley's books.

The first time he had heard of giants was from his aunt, he had been straining his ear every night for a bed time story (aunt Petunia refused to enter his room, even though Harry took pride in his well made bed, his clean sheets and his shining windows, she would declare that it was too filthy for her to even set a foot in it). The following morning he would sneak into Dudley's room to look at the illustrations and read some words, aunt Petunia had insisted on him taking lessons. 'An imbecile and useless boy is not something people like, you don't want people to despise you, don't you Harry ?' had once said his aunt with a fake smile on her lips.

Dudley and his uncle had always been his reference for the ugly, children-eating giants in the stories, he thought that a giant's face would be this reddish, stupid-looking and swollen. Harry had to admit that he was wrong. Sure, the giant's face wasn't the most pleasant thing to look at but it wasn't that red and large, his hair was the most impressive thing. In fact, he looked intelligent, he had that thing around him, charisma probably, Harry bet he was someone people listened to.

As for the children-eater issue, this precise giant didn't look like he just had a roasted five-year-old for lunch. Not that there was a way to know, but Harry based his thinking on the illustration of giants he had seen, they always had one or two children in their hands or mouth. Yet there were some unkown bits of something in his beard. Harry's sight wasn't the best so he squinted hard to see better, it looked like breadcrumbs. So giants eat bread... Harry shook away the picture of a giant eating a loaf of bread as big as his leg and concentrated on the scene before his eyes.

His uncle had taken the sword decorating the mantelpiece, an heirloom from an ancestor who supposedly slayed a dragon was the version his uncle gave to people visiting. He had bought it for a trifle at a market, the blade was rusty and the original sheath had been replaced by a gleaming blue and silver one. It looked fake.

He was now brandishing it, shouting 'get out, you monster !' His aunt was standing behind his large body, pushing her reluctant son behind her to protect him. That was maybe the first time Harry had seen his aunt being motherly to that extend, she was basically ready to launch herself at the giant if he attempted anything. It left Harry with a bitter feeling he didn't quite identify.

'Good afternoon sir, lady. Your son I presume ?' Aunt Petunia's hands grabbed Dudley's, her face was a blend of fear and bravery. 'I am Rubeus Hagrid, gamekeeper. And poet.' The giant's eyes seemed to shine proudly as he announced his occupation. 'I came to take young lord Harry James Potter back to his kingdom.'

'Young lord ?' uttered uncle Vernon.

'Harry James Potter!' shrieked aunt Petunia.

'His kingdom ?' shouted Dudley.

Harry remained silent, he had misunderstood, right ? There was no way this was happening.

'Yes, I have this royal missive from the regent, you must know him, he is the grand Albus Dumbledore.'

There was a silence only broken by uncle Vernon's outraged puffing while Harry was trying to think straight. He had heard of the regent's name before in the mouth of the people the Dursleys kept on inviting, he had heard about the heirless kingdom but he had thought then that a brave knight would come and claim the throne, not that he, Harry Potter, was the only heir to a decaying kingdom.

'You talked about a kingdom...' Harry said as an attempt to break the uncomfortable silence.

'Yes, the one you inherited from your parents, King James and Queen Lily.' Hagrid answered with a little nod.

'Then that makes me...' Harry was too overwhelmed by the whole situation.

'A prince.' Hagrid was looking at him with his shiny proud little eyes, it made Harry far too awkward, he couldn't even look at the giant in the eyes.

A prince. What came to Harry's mind was the black and white illustration of a prince in Dudley's fairy tales books. They had an ostrich or a peacock feather on their hats. Harry had never seen an ostrich or a peacock in his life. Their hair reached their ears. Harry's hair was a dishevelled nest that even cukoos would refuse. They had puffed sleeves. This one was alright for Harry, he had always found them foolish. They had tights. Foolish too and uncomfortable. And they had tiny pointed shoes. The shoes were quite nice, anyhow it could have never been worse than the one he currently had. Plus, weren't princes also knights ? At least that's what Harry thought. Uncle Vernon's deep and loud voice brought his back to reality.

'That boy won't leave my house, he's still under our tutelage, he can't go to your idiotic kingdom, not even for some old geezer !' uncle Vernon roared.

Not the right answer Harry thought as he watched the giant straighening his back, his head grazing the high ceiling of the hall, the room turned dim and the giant started to...growl ? At least that's what Harry thought this guttural sound was. Before the giant could unleash his outrage, Dudley spoke.

'Why is Harry a prince ? Why am I not a prince ? Mum, that's unfair, I'm far better than him' he whined.

'Dear, would you come with me to the garden, I fear it is that horrible migraine, I want to sit' Aunt Petunia's voice was a combination of question and order.

'But, mum-' Dudley complained.

'Let the grown men handle the matter.' concluded his aunt.

That was one of the excuses his aunt loved the most, as if grown men could handle anything. Seeing how his uncle was quivering, still brandishing his unsheathed sword and how the giant was bubbling with rage, ready to smash everything, he doubted it. Harry was sure that she only wanted to take Dudley away from the giant. She probably thought that he was too much of a threat for the precious life of her wondeful boy. Again with the bitterness. Harry shook these unpleasant thoughts away and focused on how to appease the situation.

'Erm... I had already decided I would leave after turning eighteen... Maybe it'd be better if I were to leave before that...' Harry said, disappointed by his hesitant tone. He wished he were more firm.

'You are under our protection, you can't trust a giant monster who comes out of nowhere saying you're royalty ! You boy are nowhere near being royal, look at you !' Uncle Vernon shouted.

This last sentence had hurt Harry more than he wanted to admit.

'You insulted Albus Dumbledore...' Hagrid growled.

'Please, get over it. And leave, you may damage or rather dirty the ceiling with that hair of yours, do you even wash it ?' Uncle Vernon took a daring step towards the giant.

'Nobody insults Albus Dumbledore...' Hagrid growled again. He seemed to be growing bigger and bigger by the minute.

'I asked you to leave, don't you have any manners ?' Uncle Vernon stepped back but his voice didn't falter.

'Not in front of ME !' Hagrid howled. Harry found his persistence quite odd.

'Get over it, you MONSTER !' Uncle Vernon squeaked. There was no other way to call it, his uncle was afraid of the giant and that fear was in his voice.

The situation was far from being resolved for his now red from head to toes uncle had unsheated the rusty sword and was swinging it in the air like a beating stick. Harry had heard stories of his uncle's expoit. He had repeated plenty of times to Dudley that he had been a knight during his younger years, but seeing his legs shaking, his sweaty red face, it was clear that he had been boasting about it all along.

Harry had no idea how the conflict came to an end but suddenly his uncle was on the ground, the servants scurrying to set him back on his feet and the giant was staring at him, asking him to take his things because they were leaving.

Harry hesitated, should he really follow a stranger ? Should he stay with his uncle, aunt and cousin when he had never been welcomed into their family ? Oddly, his decision was quickly made, he left, he hadn't much to retrieve in his room. An entire kingdom was waiting for him, an old man was relying on him. Harry felt more pressured than ever in his short life. He still had no idea how much this adventure would change his life.