Chapter 3:
I was bored. I didn't have anything new and interesting to do. After those wonderful and magical books, after those wonderful hours of learning and practicing every charms, spells, and potions now I didn't have anything to do. I had learned all books by heart and I had mastered every charm and spell. There was nothing else to do.
Therefore, I started reading other books, muggle books, anything and every thing that I could have reached, first books that the Dursleys had and then the schools library's books, which wasn't much.
After a couple of months, I discovered something amazing. I was having FUN. I could feel joy, happiness. Or even better, when I was in pain, I could forget the pain with just a book. I could just let myself melt in the books world and forget that there is anything called pain, jealousy, betrayal…
And I discovered something terrible. I didn't want to be Harry Potter I wanted to be someone else, anybody, someone normal, happy, and more importantly someone free.
I think for once fate decided not to be cruel with me, because as I was at the end of the library's books, my eleventh birthday had come. In those days every morning I went to the basement to check the wards and see if the binding wards has been lifted or not. Then I'd have checked the mails.
The letter came at last but the wards didn't change even one bit. As I had planned I read the letter and made a copy of it, then I sealed it again. Then I did the most logical thing. I gave it to Uncle Vernon between other mails. You should have seen the shade of red that he became. It is indescribable. It was perfect.
Then:
"Petunia" Uncle Vernon started.
"Vernon! Oh no! Oh my goodness- Vernon"
And faster than I could say what, Dudley and I were out of kitchen and listening from behind the door.
Oh, but they didn't decided to do as I expected. They decided to ignore the letter. I knew I should do something or my plan would vanish. Therefore, after tow days of letters coming and them ignoring it, I finally convinced them, anonymously of course, to write back. Then, they wrote a letter that said they, as my Guardians don't want to let me go to Hogwarts. The next day before they can send the letter off, I made two copies and hid them.
However, the funniest moment of them all was when Dumbledore did a very Dursleish thing and ignored their letters. Oh the joy!
Now I am counting the seconds to my eleventh birthday. Moreover, I bet you anything that today is my rescuing day.
I'm eleven. I can't believe it. I have lived this long without being killed by Uncle Vernon or Dursley's gang. I believe I have been born under a cursed star because death would have been blessing.
"bang bang bang"
Did you hear it? I bet you this is a very uneducated, at least about muggles, wizard or else he/she could have used the bell. I'm hearing Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia getting up and walking down the stairs. And right here it is, one of the spiders falling down on my lap. You know, spiders always are such a good company, not as good as snakes, but at least they don't belittle you, you know.
And here I am, walking out of my cupboard. One can never stop wondering how Dudley can still be asleep. I don't think it could be any civilized or dignified person because I can't think of anyone who firstly would come in the middle of night and secondly would bang at the door.
And here we are. As I didn't predict, the door fell down.
Boy, it is huge! I'm not sure it is even human. Wait a second. It is a giant?!?! Now I wonder what Dumbledore hoped to accomplish. I know he can scare the Dursleys. But what about the other things?
"Couldn't make us a cup of tea, could yeh? It's not an easy journey." It was the giant's voice that brought me out of my musing. He had fixed the door and now was looking at us. Now that I think about it, I wish I could have taken some photos. It's not everyday that you see Uncle Vernon wearing boxer and staring with shock and fear, and Aunt Petunia hiding behind him with trembling knees, and Dudley's snores as a background.
"an' here's Harry!" the giant said "las' time I saw you, you was only a baby; yeh look a lot like yer dad, but yeh've got yer mum's eyes"
Although I hate everyone who works for Dumbledore, I couldn't help but be the happiest I've been in so long. You know, hearing that you have something of your dead and forgotten parents is always a treasure. My eyes filled with tears that surprised me more than anybody else. As it's the family tradition of the Dursleys, Uncle Vernon jump straight on to my rare moment of joy.
"I demand that you leave at once sir!" he said, "You are breaking and entering."
"Ah, shut up, Dursley, yeh great prune," the giant said.
Then he made his way to the kitchen and sat on two chairs. It's wonder they didn't crack.
We followed him. Although it seemed Uncle Vernon wanted to protests some more but to my most disappointment he didn't. When we were in the kitchen, Aunt Petunia ordered me to make some tea.
And now I'm making tea, you can cut the air because of the tension. I can feel every eye in the room is on me. Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia are glaring eyes and the Giant's curios eyes. However, it doesn't matter to me. I'm almost too busy making tea, talking to you and making myself ready for acting ignorant.
And here we are. Tea is served.
"Anyway- Harry," the giant said, turning to look at me where I am standing in a corner of kitchen almost hiding in the shadows "a very happy birthday to yeh. Got summut fer yeh here-I mighta sat on it at some point, but it'll taste all right." And from inside of a pocket of his black overcoat he pulled a slightly squashed box.
Such good and blessing rescue, don't you think so. First giving presents, then gaining your trust, then taking you from your tormentors and last but not least doing their dirty work.
Oh, it's a cake. My first birthday cake and a giant human has had sat on it a couple of times. Lovely. Don't you think so.
And so it's going to go through the night…
It's going to be boring and hard. Because it's hard not to laugh at their faces and scream at them that you bastards have the gall to come here and claim to RESCUE me. It's hard and I know they have made me a bitter person. If I were to laugh, my laughter would have sound more terrible than the laughter that haunts my nightmares. Yes, it would have been colder than Voldemort's laughter.
Anyway, I'm going to manage it. I'm going to go through this like everything else that life has thrown at me. I'm going to play ignorant for wizarding world. I'm going to gather enough courage to yell at the Dursleys for keeping information from me. I'm going to play joyful when the giant blows them up for some of their crimes, I'm going to want proof for my magic. And most important of them all, I'm going to play innocent and capable of trust. As if I'm going to trust anybody after this whole shit.
But the disappointing part is the Dudley's not being here. I could have used so much deserved revenge.
Any way I talk to you later and tell you everything. But for now I have to concentrate.