Last Chapter: Thirty seconds... Twenty... Ten... Nine - maybe he'd wake Dudley up, just to annoy him - three... Two... One... BOOM! The whole house shivered and Harry sat bolt upright, staring at the door to his bedroom. Someone was outside the house, knocking to come in.

'This should be interesting.' Harry muttered to himself. 'Very, very interesting.'

Chapter 3

BOOM! They knocked again. Apparently Dudley had jerked awake because Harry could hear him wailing in the next room over.

Harry jumped up and ran into the hallway the same time the Aunt Petunia and Dudley did. As they ran downstairs and stood in the living room facing the door, Harry couldn't help but say, "And why are we running towards the person banging on the door in the middle of a storm at midnight? Oh yeah, thanks for saying Happy Birthday, I can really feel the love."

There was a crash behind them and Uncle Vernon came skidding into the room. He was holding a rifle in his hands - now they knew what had been in the long, thin package he had brought home a few days after Harry had received his letter.

"Who's there?" he shouted. "I warn you…I'm armed!"

There was a pause. Then, SMASH! The door was hit with such force that it swung clean off its hinges and with a deafening crash landed flat on the floor. A giant of a man was standing in the doorway. His face was almost completely hidden by a long, shaggy mane of hair and a wild, tangled beard, but you could make out his eyes, glinting like black beetles under all the hair.

Harry hated to admit it but his mouth was hanging open along with the Dursleys, the only difference was while they were probably thinking something along the lines of, "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Harry was thinking more like, "Holy Shit, this is going to be awesome!"

The giant squeezed his way into the house, stooping so that his head just brushed the ceiling. He bent down, picked up the door, and fitted it easily back into its frame. The noise of the storm outside dropped a little. He turned to look at them all.

"Couldn't make us a cup o' tea, could yeh? It's not been an easy journey..." He strode over to the sofa where Dudley sat frozen with fear.

"Budge up, yeh great lump," said the stranger. Dudley squeaked and ran to hide behind his mother, who was crouching, terrified, behind Uncle Vernon.

"An' here's Harry!" said the giant. Harry looked up into the fierce, wild, shadowy face and saw that the beetle eyes were crinkled in a smile.

'The giant man knows my name; if this wish came true I wonder what else I could wish up…' Harry pondered to himself.

"Las' time I saw you, you was only a baby," said the giant. "Yeh look a lot like yeh dad, but yeh've got yeh mom's eyes." Harry couldn't help but tear up a little at the first time he had ever been compared to his parents.

Uncle Vernon made a funny rasping noise. "I demand that you leave at once, sir!" he said. "You are breaking and entering!"

"Ah, shut up, Dursley, yeh great prune," said the giant; he reached over the back of the sofa, jerked the gun out of Uncle Vernon's hands, bent it into a knot as easily as if it had been made of rubber, and threw it into a corner of the room.

'That was sooo cool, I wonder what else he can do and if he can attach those two rockets….' Harry thought.

Uncle Vernon made another funny noise, like a mouse being trodden on.

"Anyway Harry," said the giant, turning his back on the Dursleys, "a very happy birthday to yeh. Got summat fer yeh here. I mighta sat on it at some point, but it'll taste all right."

From an inside pocket of his black overcoat he pulled a slightly squashed box. Harry opened it with trembling fingers. Inside the box was a large, sticky chocolate cake with Happy Birthday Harry written on it in green icing. Harry looked up at the giant.

"Thank you very much. This is my first birthday cake ever." Harry said. He hid a smirk at the glare the giant sent the Dursleys. "But who are you, sir?"

'Always be respectful to people who can bend shotguns into pretzel.' Harry thought, adding that rule to his mental rulebook.

The giant chuckled. "True, I haven't introduced meself. Rubeus Hagrid, Keeper of Keys and Grounds at Hogwarts." He held out an enormous hand and shook Harry's whole arm. "What about that tea then, eh?" he said, rubbing his hands together. "I'd not say no ter summat stronger if yeh've got it."

'What would a drunken giant do?' Harry wondered. He ducked his head to hide his smirk.

When Harry looked up he saw the giant's eyes fall on the empty grate with plastic logs in it and he snorted. He bent down over the fireplace; they couldn't see what he was doing but when he drew back a second later, there was a roaring fire there. It filled the whole cold room with flickering light and Harry felt the warmth wash over him as though he'd sunk into a hot bath.

The giant sat back down on the sofa, which sagged under his weight, and began taking all sorts of things out of the pockets of his coat: a copper kettle, a squashy package of sausages, a poker, a teapot, several chipped mugs, and a bottle of some amber liquid that he took a swig from before starting to make tea.

Soon the house was full of the sound and smell of sizzling sausage. Nobody said a thing while the giant was working, but as he slid the first six fat, juicy, slightly burnt sausages from the poker, Dudley fidgeted a little. Uncle Vernon said sharply, "Don't touch anything he gives you, Dudley." The giant chuckled darkly. "Yeh great puddin' of a son don' need fattenin' anymore, Dursley, don' worry."

Harry couldn't hold in his snort and pointedly ignored the glare his aunt had sent his way, apparently his Uncle Vernon was back to trying to ignore his presence, as if he would allow that to happen.

He passed the sausages to Harry, who was always so hungry in the middle of the night he had never tasted anything so wonderful, but he still couldn't take his eyes off the giant.

'Never take your eyes off of someone who could kill you with one blow.' Harry thought, adding another rule to his mental rulebook.

Finally, as nobody seemed about to explain anything, he said, "So I can assume that you are here to explain things about Hogwarts to me then, sir?"

The giant took a gulp of tea and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "Call me Hagrid," he said, "everyone does. Yeh'll know all about Hogwarts, o'course."

Harry rolled his eyes, hadn't he just said that he didn't know anything about Hogwarts? "No, actually I don't know anything about Hogwarts; you can thank those bastards over there." Harry said, pointing his thumb over his shoulder at the Dursleys.

Hagrid looked shocked.

"Oh. Sorry." Harry inserted, referring to his use of the word 'bastards.'

Hagrid turned to stare at the Dursleys, who shrank back into the shadows. "It's them as should be sorry! I knew yeh weren't gettin' perfect treatment but I never thought yeh wouldn't even know abou' Hogwarts, fer cryin' out loud! Did yeh never wonder where yet parents learned it all?"

"All what?" asked Harry. He hadn't missed that comment about Hagrid knowing about his treatment.

"ALL WHAT?" Hagrid thundered. "Now wait jus' one second!"

He had leapt to his feet. In his anger he seemed to fill the whole living room. The Dursleys were cowering against the wall. "Do you mean ter tell me," He growled at the Dursleys, "that this boy, this boy, knows nothin' abou'… about ANYTHING?"

Harry was hardly ever offended by anything but he was very sensitive about his intelligence, sure he wasn't a genius but his IQ was 132, which was very close.

"I know plenty of things," he said. "I can, you know, do math and stuff, and I can rig a rocket to burst into flames when the fuse runs out." Harry added as an afterthought, that was one of his biggest achievements, to him at least.

But Hagrid simply waved his hand and said, "About our world, I mean, your world, my world, Yeh parents' world."

"And what world would that be?" Harry asked innocently, knowing the reaction Hagrid would have.

Hagrid looked as if he was about to explode.

"DURSLEY!" he boomed. Uncle Vernon, who had gone very pale, whispered something that sounded like "Mimblewimble." Hagrid stared wildly at Harry. "But yeh must know about yet mom and dad," he said. "I mean, they're famous. You're famous."

"Famous? Why are my parents and I famous?" Harry asked, genuinely curious this time.

"Yeh don' know... Yeh don' know..." Hagrid ran his fingers through his hair, fixing Harry with a bewildered stare. "Yeh don' know what yeh are?" he said finally. Uncle Vernon suddenly found his voice. "Stop!" he commanded. "Stop right there, sir! I forbid you to tell the boy anything!"

A braver man than Vernon Dursley would have quailed under the furious look Hagrid now gave him; when Hagrid spoke, his every syllable trembled with rage. "You never told him? Never told him what was in the letter Dumbledore left fer him? I was there! I saw Dumbledore leave it, Dursley! An' you've kept it from him all these years?"

"The Dursleys tried to keep a lot of things from me; you're going to have to be specific." Harry said. He shot the Dursleys a smirk when Hagrid wasn't looking.

"STOP! I FORBID YOU!" yelled Uncle Vernon in panic. Aunt Petunia gave a gasp of horror.

"Ah, go boil yet heads, both of yeh," said Hagrid. "Harry, yeh a wizard."

Harry snorted and said, "That's the secret? I kinda figured that part out when I got my Hogwarts letter."

"An' a thumpin' good'un yeh'll be, I'd say, once yeh've been trained up a bit. With a mum an' dad like yours, what else would yeh be? An' I reckon its abou' time yeh read yeh letter."

'So mum and dad were apparently smart and powerful? Well, I'll just have to make sure to follow behind them as a great wizard. I mean, how I could I not be great? I like to think I was born for greatness.' Harry thought smugly to himself.

"I already read my letter; here it's in my pocket." Harry said. He pulled the letter which was crinkled from being read and refolded so many times, out of his pocket and held it up for Hagrid to see.

It read:

HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

Headmaster: ALBUS DUMBLEDORE

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorcerer, Chf. Warlock,

Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Mr. Potter, We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall,

Deputy Headmistress

Harry realized that this was what he had been waiting for, the chance to ask all of his questions. He looked up at Hagrid, though he was standing while Hagrid was sitting, and said, "So, what do they mean by 'they await my owl?'

"Gallopin' Gorgons, that reminds me," said Hagrid, clapping a hand to his forehead with enough force to knock over a cart horse, and from yet another pocket inside his overcoat he pulled an owl… a real, live, rather ruffled-looking owl, a long quill, and a roll of parchment. Harry grimaced and sincerely hoped that there wasn't another living thing stuck in there, for the animal's sake.

With his tongue between his teeth he scribbled a note that Harry could read upside down:

Dear Professor Dumbledore,

Given Harry his letter. Am taking him to buy his school things tomorrow.

Weather's horrible. Hope you're well.

Hagrid rolled up the note, gave it to the owl, which clamped it in its beak, went to the window, and threw the owl out into the storm. Then he came back and sat down as though this was as normal as talking on the telephone.

Harry liked the fact that letter was short and to the point but he grimaced as he realized that owls were the way wizards communicated. How archaic was that?

"Where was I?" said Hagrid, but at that moment, Uncle Vernon, still ashen-faced but looking very angry, moved into the firelight.

"He's not going," he said. Hagrid grunted. "I'd like ter see a great Muggle like you stop him," he said.

Harry childishly stuck his tongue out at Uncle Vernon and said, "Yeah you Muggle, try and stop me." Before turning to Hagrid and saying, "Err, what's a Muggle?"

"A Muggle," said Hagrid, "it's what we call non-magic folk like them. An' it's your bad luck you grew up in a family o' the biggest Muggles I ever laid eyes on." Harry nodded sympathetically.

"We swore when we took him in we'd put a stop to that rubbish," said Uncle Vernon, "swore we'd stamp it out of him! Wizard, indeed!"

"So you knew I was a wizard this whole time, yet you never told me and you even called me a freak every day? Why am I not surprised?" Harry muttered that last part to himself. He knew the Dursleys were bastards but to hide practically his whole heritage from him was low, but apparently not too low for them.

"Knew!" shrieked Aunt Petunia suddenly.

"Knew! Of course we knew! How could you not be, my dratted sister being what she was? Oh, she got a letter just like that and disappeared off to that-that school and came home every vacation with her pockets full of frog spawn, turning teacups into rats. I was the only one who saw her for what she was… a freak! But for my mother and father, oh no, it was Lily this and Lily that, they were proud of having a witch in the family!" She stopped to draw a deep breath and then tried to continue but Harry cut her off.

Harry's voice had gained a cold edge and Petunia instantly deflated at the sound. "Shut up, just shut up right now! You have no right to call anyone else a freak, look at yourself and your own family! You're just jealous, that much was obvious since I was little. You're a bit old to be holding on to some stupid grudge but I guess you never grew up. You need to get over yourself and if I ever hear you insult my mother's memory ever again, you won't like the results. That much I can guarantee." By this point, Harry's hands were clenched into tight fists and he was staring angrily at the floor.

Apparently, Aunt Petunia was at her lowest mental capacity today and tried to get in the last words. "Too bad she went and got herself blown up, and we got landed with you!"

Harry had gone white as soon as he had heard this and he had to use all of his mental and physical strength to not attack his aunt. As he spoke, his every word was layered with ice.

"Blown up? You bloody bastards told me they died in a car crash!" Harry said.

"CAR CRASH!" roared Hagrid, jumping up so angrily that the Dursleys scuttled back to their corner. "How could a car crash kill Lily an' James Potter? It's an outrage! A scandal! Harry Potter not knowin' his own story when every kid in our world knows his name!"

"Why would every kid in our world know my name? Hagrid, you have to tell me what happened?" Harry pleaded.

The anger faded from Hagrid's face. He looked suddenly anxious.

"I never expected this," he said, in a low, worried voice. "I had no idea, when Dumbledore told me there might be trouble gettin' hold of yeh, how much yeh didn't know." Harry made a mental note to remember that Headmaster Dumbledore had suspicions about his life here but never acted on them.

"Ah, Harry, I don' know if I'm the right person ter tell yeh - but someone's gotta - yeh can't go off ter Hogwarts not knowin'." He threw a dirty look at the Dursleys. "Well, its best yeh know as much as I can tell yeh, mind, I can't tell yeh everythin', it's a great mystery, parts of it..."

He sat down, stared into the fire for a few seconds, and then said, "It begins, I suppose, with - with a person called - but its incredible yeh don't know his name, everyone in our world knows…"

Harry rolled his eyes discreetly. Honestly, who was scared of a name? This person must have done some serious damage for someone as strong as Hagrid to be afraid of just his bloody name.

"Well, I don' like sayin' the name if I can help it. No one does. "Hagrid replied.

"Well, why not?" Harry asked; just to get confirmation on his thoughts.

"Gulpin' gargoyles, Harry, people are still scared. Blimey, this is difficult. See, there was this wizard who went... bad. As bad as you could go. Worse. Worse than worse. His name was..." Hagrid gulped, but no words came out.

Harry was suddenly apprehensive, Hagrid seemed seriously afraid of this guy, whoever he was, and that couldn't be good.

"Could you write it down?" Harry suggested.

"Nah -can't spell it. All right… Voldemort." Hagrid shuddered, while Harry resisted the urge to snort. Wasn't a Voldemort a French pastry? No wait that was a Vol-au-vent. Harry shook away his amusing thoughts and paid attention to Hagrid's tale.

"Don' make me say it again. Anyway, this- this wizard, about twenty years ago now, started lookin' fer followers. Got 'em, too - some were afraid, some just wanted a bit o' his power, 'cause he was gettin' himself power, all right. Dark days, Harry. Didn't know who ter trust, didn't dare get friendly with strange wizards or witches... Terrible things happened. He was takin' over. 'Course, some stood up to him - an' he killed 'em, horribly."

"One o' the only safe places left was Hogwarts. Reckon Dumbledore's the only one You-Know-Who was afraid of. Didn't dare try takin' the school, not just' then, anyway. Now, yeh mum an' dad were as good a witch an' wizard as I ever knew. Head boy an' girl at Hogwarts in their day! Suppose the mystery is why You-Know-Who never tried to get 'em on his side before? Probably knew they were too close ter Dumbledore ter want anythin' ter do with the Dark Side."

"Maybe he thought he could persuade 'em... Maybe he just wanted 'em outta the way. All anyone knows is, he turned up in the village where you was all living, on Halloween ten years ago. You were just a year old. He came ter yeh house an'… an'…" Hagrid suddenly pulled out a very dirty, spotted handkerchief and blew his nose with a sound like a foghorn.

"Sorry," he said. "But it's that sad - knew yeh mum an' dad, an' nicer people yeh couldn't find -anyway...You-Know-Who killed 'em. An' then - an' this is the real mystery of the thing - he tried to kill you, too. Wanted ter make a clean job of it, I suppose, or maybe he just liked killin' by then. But he couldn't do it. Never wondered how you got that mark on yeh forehead?"

Harry pushed back his bang and touched the scar that he had like so much.

"That was no ordinary cut. That's what yeh get when a Powerful, evil curse touches yeh - took care of yeh mum an' dad an' yeh house, even - but it didn't work on you, an' that's why yeh famous, Harry. No one ever lived after he decided ter kill 'em, no one except you, an' he'd killed some o' the best witches an' wizards of the age; the McKinnons, the Bones, the Prewetts - an' you were only a baby, an' you lived."

Something very painful was going on in Harry's mind. As Hagrid's story came to a close, he saw again the blinding flash of green light, more clearly than he had ever remembered it before, and he remembered something else, for the first time in his life: a high, cold, cruel laugh.

Harry once again clenched his fist and he felt… tainted. He felt as though he had been touched by something disgusting, and he had. He had been touched by death. Harry had noticed that Hagrid hadn't mentioned what had happened to Voldemort since that night. Harry just knew that if he was still alive, out there somewhere, then his very life was in danger.

Hagrid was watching him sadly. "Took yeh from the ruined house myself, on Dumbledore's orders. Brought yeh ter this lot..." That snapped Harry right out of his thoughts and looked intently at Hagrid, who squirmed and avoided looking into those large green eyes.

"Wait, Headmaster Dumbledore placed me here?" Harry demanded, Hagrid looked at a loss for words but nodded.

"Load of old tosh," said Uncle Vernon. Harry didn't jump because he had made it a habit to know where everyone was in any room he entered; however, he had almost forgotten that the Dursleys were there. Uncle Vernon certainly seemed to have got back his courage. He was glaring at Hagrid and his fists were clenched.

"Now, you listen here, boy," he snarled, "I accept there's something strange about you, probably nothing a good beating wouldn't have cured, and as for all this about your parents, well, they were weirdoes, no denying it, and the world's better off without them in my opinion. Asked for all they got, getting mixed up with these wizarding types; just what I expected, always knew they'd come to a sticky end…"

Harry opened his mouth to tear into Uncle Vernon but Hagrid beat him to it. Hagrid leapt from the sofa and drew a battered pink umbrella from inside his coat. Pointing this at Uncle Vernon like a sword, he said, "I'm warning you, Dursley, I'm warning you, just one more word..."

In danger of being speared on the end of an umbrella by a bearded giant, Uncle Vernon's courage failed again; he flattened himself against the wall and fell silent.

"That's better," said Hagrid, breathing heavily and sitting back down on the sofa, which this time sagged right down to the floor.

Meanwhile, Harry decided to ask some more questions in order to not physically attack all three of his relatives.

"So what happened to Volde…"

"Don't say his name!" Hagrid hissed.

"Honestly Hagrid, while I understand that it was a terrifying time for our world, fearing his name isn't going to do anything but give Voldemort,"Hagrid flinched, "more power."

"Jus' like Dumbledore yeh are Harry, great man he is." Hagrid said. Harry wrinkled his nose and hoped that he wasn't the kind of person who would leave a defenseless baby boy with people like the Dursleys but he continued.

"Anyway, what happened to Voldemort?" Harry asked, dutifully ignoring Hagrid's second flinch.

"Good question, Harry. Disappeared. Vanished. Same night he tried ter kill you. Makes yeh even more famous. That's the biggest mystery, see... He was gettin' more an' more powerful - why'd he go?"

Harry inwardly groaned, he sincerely hoped that the wizarding world didn't expect him to be all chivalrous and heroic because he was certainly not. There were going to be a lot of disappointed people in about a month.

He'd save his own skin first and foremost, but if he was feeling nice he'd try to help someone else. However, Harry prided himself on helping the defenseless, but a world filled with fully grown and trained witches and wizards weren't defenseless, they were lazy and stupid, especially if they thought he'd fight Voldemort again someday.

"Some say he died. Codswallop, in my opinion. Dunno if he had enough human left in him to die. Some say he's still out there, bidin' his time, like, but I don' believe it. People who were on his side came back ter ours. Some of 'em came outta kinda trances. Don' reckon they could've done if he was comin' back. Most of us reckon he's still out there somewhere but lost his powers. Too weak to carry on. 'Cause somethin' about you finished him, Harry. There was somethin' goin' on that night he hadn't counted on. I dunno what it was, no one does - but somethin' about you stumped him, all right." Hagrid looked at Harry with warmth and respect blazing in his eyes, but Harry, instead of feeling pleased and proud, felt quite sure that he was screwed.

'No, I won't accept that. I've made it my mission in life to ruin the lives of other people and there is no bloody way that I'm going to let some Dark Lord named after a freakin' French pastry off me and ruin my life's work. Fuck that. Voldemort, challenge accepted.' Harry said with anticipation. He was going to train his ass off and then kick Voldemort's ass, even if he had to stop annoying people (momentarily of course), to do it.

"Are you sure it's me though, and not some other Harry Potter?" Harry said as one last ditch attempt but to his disappointment Hagrid said, "Not a wizard, eh? Never made things happen when you were scared or angry?"

"Well yeah but, oh fine whatever." Harry finally said. He had to accept that he wasn't going to get out of this.

"See?" said Hagrid. "Harry Potter, not a wizard - you wait, you'll be right famous at Hogwarts."

But Uncle Vernon wasn't going to give in without a fight. "Haven't I told you he's not going?" he hissed. "He's going to Stonewall High and he'll be grateful for it. I don't know what's in those letters but he probably he needs all sorts of rubbish, spell books and wands and-"

"If he wants ter go, a great Muggle like you won't stop him," growled Hagrid. "Stop Lily an' James Potter's son goin' ter Hogwarts! Yeh mad. His name's been down ever since he was born. He's off ter the finest school of witchcraft and wizardry in the world. Seven years there and he won't know himself. He'll be with youngsters of his own sort, fer a change, an' he'll be under the greatest headmaster Hogwarts ever had Albus Dumbled-"

Harry snorted, Headmaster Dumbledore couldn't be all that great if he had left Harry with the Dursleys and honestly expected him to live a healthy and happy life.

"I AM NOT PAYING FOR SOME CRACKPOT OLD FOOL to TEACH HIM MAGIC TRICKS!" yelled Uncle Vernon. But he had finally gone too far.

"Ooh, this is gonna be good!" Harry said aloud, though Uncle Vernon and Hagrid hadn't heard him, Aunt Petunia had and she shot him a glare which had no affect on him.

Hagrid seized his umbrella and whirled it over his head, "NEVER," he thundered, "INSULT ALBUS DUMBLEDORE IN FRONT OF ME!"He brought the umbrella swishing down through the air to point at Dudley.

There was a flash of violet light, a sound like a firecracker, a sharp squeal, and the next second, Dudley was dancing on the spot with his hands clasped over his fat bottom, howling in pain. When he turned his back on them, Harry saw a curly pig's tail poking through a hole in his trousers.

"Holy shit, he really has a pig's tail!" Harry said gleefully. He was rubbing his hands and a snigger escaped him before he fell to his knees clutching his side with laughter.

Uncle Vernon roared. Pulling Aunt Petunia and Dudley into the other room, he cast one last terrified look at Hagrid and slammed the door behind them. Hagrid looked down at his umbrella and stroked his beard. "Shouldn't a lost my temper," he said ruefully, "but it didn't work anyway. Meant ter turn him into a pig, but I suppose he was so much like a pig anyway there wasn't much left ter do."

He cast a sideways look at Harry under his bushy eyebrows. "Be grateful if yeh didn't mention that ter anyone at Hogwarts," he said. "I'm Err, not supposed ter do magic, strictly speakin'. I was allowed ter do a bit ter follow yeh an' get yeh letters to yeh an' stuff ,one o' the reasons I was so keen ter take on the job."

"Are you kidding? That was awesome of course I'm not going to say anything. But how come you're not allowed to use magic?" Harry asked now that he had calmed down.

"Oh well, I was at Hogwarts meself but I erm, got expelled, ter tell yeh the truth. In me third year. They snapped me wand in half an' everything. But Dumbledore let me stay on as gamekeeper. Great man, Dumbledore."

"Why were you expelled?"

"It's gettin' late and we've got lots ter do tomorrow," said Hagrid loudly. "Gotta get up ter town; get all yeh books an' that."

'Yeah, real subtle Hagrid.' Harry thought with another roll of his eyes. Nevertheless, he allowed Hagrid to change the subject.

"I'll sleep down here tonight." Harry offered. Truthfully, he was simply too tired and lazy to even contemplate going all the way back upstairs to his room.

Hagrid threw Harry his overlarge coat and said, "You can kip under that. Don' mind if it wriggles a bit, I think I still got a couple o' dormice in one o' the pockets."