Disclaimer: Still haven't won the lottery, so I don't own it . . . yet.

The story so far: Harry got a letter, but his Uncle won't let him see it, and now someone is trying to get through their back door, without opening it.

Chapter 3:

The Giant

It sounded like a giant trying to burst through the door. Little did they know, that's what it was. Whatever was trying to get through the door soon succeeded in doing so, and came into full view of the Dursleys and Harry, all of whom were watching with identical expressions of horror and fear.

It was a giant, but somehow Harry thought he was just a little bit too small for a giant, but he certainly much bigger than a normal human being. He had on clothes that looked like little more than rags, with a very old and dirty overcoat sort of thing. His brown hair and beard were very untidy and looked as if he hadn't done anything to try and straighten them for a couple decades.

"Hey there, sorry about that door," the giant said in a coarse voice. He then looked around the room, and then back at the other four.

Uncle Vernon shook his head, as if trying to clear it.

"Excuse me, what're you doing in my bloody house?!" He roared. Harry, Dudley, and Aunt Petunia all flinched.

"Well, there's no need to shout, I have perfectly good hearing. Nice place you got here by the way." The giant replied.

"You didn't answer my question. What are you doing in my house?" Uncle Vernon repeated, his face turning an ugly color, close to puce.

"All right, all right, jeez, you're so pushy!" He said. "I came to give Harry here his letter and take him with me if he wants to come."

"What? What letter? Where are you going to take me? Who are you?" Harry spoke up.

"Your letter from Hogwarts of course, what else did you expect? And I'm gonna take you to get your stuff, since these muggles obviously won't. And I'm Hagrid; I'm a half giant, in case you're wondering."

"Half giant? How can you be half giant? And what's a muggle?" Harry asked, looking very confused.

"Well, my mother was a giant and my father was a wizard."

"A wizard? I thought those didn't exist?" Harry said, astounded.

"You'll find everything you need to know in this letter," said Hagrid as he pulled out a letter from his pocket and started to hand it to Harry.

"You will not give him that fucking letter," hissed Uncle Vernon in a low voice. Hagrid and Harry just ignored him.

Harry opened the letter.

"Congratulations! You have been chosen to attend the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry because of some magical talent in you," Harry read aloud.

"That means you're a wizard," Hagrid explained.

"I'm a what?" Harry asked, flabbergasted.

"You're a wizard Harry," Hagrid repeated.

"But, that can't be possible, I can't be a wizard, there's got to be some mistake! I'm just Harry, just Harry!"

"Well, just Harry, both your parents were wizards, so it would only make sense if you were too."

"Wait, my parents were wizards?"

"Damn good ones too. It's terrible he killed them."

"What? Who killed them? I've always been told they died in a car accident."

"Car accident?" Hagrid roared. "Lily and James Potter were killed in a car accident? Impossible!"

"Then how else did they die?"

"They were killed, killed by the most evil wizard of all time. He's a terrible, ruthless thing, willing to overcome any obstacle in his way to immortality, he'll do anything to be immortal, anything. And he was willing to kill you, because he thought you would be the one to stop him from reaching his goal. Well, he tried to kill you, he ended up killing your parents instead though, cause your mother protected you, well, her love for you did."

"What?" Harry didn't understand anything this giant was talking about.

"I'll explain later. Now, are you coming with me or not?"

"Whoa, hold on. I just found out my parents were murdered, they didn't die in an accident, it's not exactly an easy thing for someone to digest so quickly. Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia how come you never told me about this?"

"We thought if you didn't know anything then you might not end up like my bloody sister and her filthy, stuck-up, good-for-nothing husband," spat Petunia. "Our parents always liked her better; it was like I didn't even exist. They probably didn't even remember that they had a second daughter after they found out that one of their daughters was a witch. It was always Lily, Lily, Lily, Lily, Lily, LILY! They never freaking cared about me! It seemed as if they thought I had an abnormally long pole stuck up my arse every time they looked at me! They didn't know one little thing about me, they never celebrated my birthdays, got me any presents, read to me at night like they did to her! It was like I had no parents, because she took them away from me, that fucking, blood-sucking, bitch of a sister!"

"Aunt Petunia, I'm sure she didn't mean to."

"How would you know? You weren't even born then. She probably married that Potter and had you after sleeping with more than half the guys at that Hogwarts school of hers! She was probably nicknamed the Hogwarts Slut!"

"One more word about Lily and I'll hex you into next year!" Yelled Hagrid, pointing a bright pink umbrella that he had apparently brought with him at Petunia.

"Fine then, leave and take the bloody boy with you, we never wanted him in the first place! Good riddance!" Uncle Vernon shouted.

"Fine, let's go Harry!" Hagrid commanded and walked out the door, with Harry following obediently behind him. "Wait, don't you need your stuff?"

"I don't have anything to take." Said Harry as he bumped into Hagrid after the giant stopped abruptly in the doorway.

"All right then, let's go."

"Bye Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, Dudley." Harry said to them, smiling as he walked out of the door.

The Dursleys just stood there, watching the two figures fade into the night.

A/N: Well, that's the third chapter; it's the longest so far, though it's definitely not very long. Please review, especially if you don't like it, but also if you do like it.