Disclaimer: I'm getting kinda tired of these, so how 'bout i say this, if i owned this story (and i don't) i would not be doing this, in fact i would be traveling the world with private tutors (and i'm not), so all i'm doing to trying to over come the loss of my obsession(well it's still around but new things aren't going to be coming out anytime soon so . . .)


'Keeper of the Keys' Read out Molly

"I have an idea of who that can be." Al said

BOOM.

Everyone jumped (well except Lucy and Harry) when Molly yelled out.

"Merlin Molly, why did you scream?" Lily

"The letters were all capital, that's how it read." Molly replied

They knocked again. Dudley jerked awake. "Where's the cannon." he said stupidly.

There was a crash behind them and Uncle Vernon came skidding into the room. He was holding a rifle in his hands

"HE BROUGHT IN A RIFLE!" Hermione screamed

"Yes," Harry mumbled

"What's a rifle?" Charlie asked

"Oh, a rifle is a metal object that shoots out bullets, it's used to hunt animals and in wars by muggles. It's sort of a cross between the Avada Kedavra and the Cruciatus curses." Al answered

"How did you know?" James asked

"James I pick up these things called books." Al rolled his eyes at his brother, because James gripped his heart and fell over in a 'dead-faint' everyone else chuckled at his antics

now they knew what had been in the long, thin package he had brought with them.

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

There was a pause. Then –

SMASH!

Again everyone (with the exception on Lucy and Harry) jumped and glared at Molly, Harry just chuckled, he was glad he lived this once and knew Molly was going to be yelling alot

The door was hit with such force that it swung clean off its hinges and with a deafening crash landed flat on the floor.

"Umm, wat was the chapter title again, Molly?" Roxanne

"Oh it's 'The Keeper of the Keys', why?" Molly asked confused

"I know who went to get Uncle Harry." Roxanne answered smiling

"Who?" asked most of the kids, the older ones had figured it out, as did the adults

"Why, it's none other than Hagrid." Roxanne told them, she then motioned Molly to keep reading

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.

The giant

"Dad, you shouldn't call Hagrid a Giant." Lily

"Lily-flower, I was 11, and he was a very big man, remember I didn't know about magic." Harry answered his daughter

"Oh right," Lily mumbled back, while everyone else just glared at the book.

squeezed his way into the hut, 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 . . ."

"Typical Hagrid," George shook his head fondly

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.

"You mean he was small—" Lucy started

"—to hide behind his dad?" Molly finished

"Just barley girls," Harry answered his nieces chuckling

"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.

"Las' time I saw you, you was only a baby," said the giant. "Yeh look a lot like yet dad, but yeh've got yet mom's eyes."

"It was nice to hear that the first time, but after awhile it got very repetitive," Harry told no one in particular

Uncle Vernon made a funny rasping noise.

"I demand that you leave at once, sit!" 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.

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."

"Don't eat that!" cried James

"Yeah Hagrid is awesome, but his cooking . . ." Al trailed off lamely

"I think he had the house elves make that cake, because it didn't taste that bad," Harry answered his kids

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

Harry looked up at the giant. He meant to say thank you, but the words got lost on the way to his mouth, and what he said instead was, "Who are you?"

"And you tell me to mind my manners," James mumbled

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, mind."

"He shouldn't have asked for a drink, but he wouldn't be Hagrid if he had," Audrey said

"You have a point, plus this is far in the past to do anything about," Angelina agreed

His eyes fell on the empty grate with the shriveled chip bags 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 damp hut 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:

"How is that possible? How many pockets does that coat have?" Louis questioned

"No idea, but if I had to take a guess, around 207 pockets, but that's just a guess it could be more and it could be less," Al answered

"Why would you guess that?" Lily questioned

"I just think he would have that many pockets," Al answered shrugging

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 hut 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."

"I really doubt 'agrid vould offer 'im anyt'ing," Fleur said (AN: okay so here's the first try at Fleur accent, if you could offer pointers I would greatly appreciate it)

The giant chuckled darkly.

"Yet great puddin' of a son don' need fattenin' anymore, Dursley, don' worry."

"You tell him Hagrid!" Fred said

He passed the sausages to Harry, who was so hungry he had never tasted anything so wonderful, but he still couldn't take his eyes off the giant. Finally, as nobody seemed about to explain anything, he said, "I'm sorry, but I still don't really know who you are."

The giant took a gulp of tea and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Call me Hagrid," he said, "everyone does. An' like I told yeh, I'm Keeper of Keys at Hogwarts – yeh'll know all about Hogwarts, o' course.

"Er – no," said Harry.

"Oh my Hagrid is not going to like that," Rosie said, to nods of agreement

Hagrid looked shocked.

"Sorry," Harry said quickly.

"You really shouldn't apologize for things that aren't your fault Uncle Harry," Dom said

"Sorry?" barked Hagrid, turning to stare at the Dursleys, who shrank back into the shadows. "It' s them as should be sorry! I knew yeh weren't gettin' yer letters 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.

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

"Dad what does Hagrid do to them?" Al asked excitedly

"Your just going to have to wait," Harry answered

He had leapt to his feet. In his anger he seemed to fill the whole hut.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?"

"He shouldn't have said it like that, he's making you sound stupid," Lily said shaking her head, while recovering from the scare she received from Molly, she yelled out the last word

Harry thought this was going a bit far. He had been to school, after all, and his marks weren't bad.

"I know some things," he said. "I can, you know, do math and stuff."

But Hagrid simply waved his hand and said, "About our world, I mean. Your world. My world. Yer parents' world."

"What world?"

Hagrid looked as if he was about to explode.

"DURSLEY!" he boomed.

So did Molly, again startling her family

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."

"What. My – my mom and dad weren't famous, were they?"

"He tells you, that your famous and you ask about your parents?" Bill asked

"I could tell you what I was thinking, but I can't remember," Harry answered

"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.

"You're a magical sparkling fairy that has been cursed to look like a scrawny git," Ron said

"Really? That explains so much," Harry replied his every word dripping in sarcasm punching his best friend in the arm

Uncle Vernon suddenly found his voice.

"Stop!" he commanded. "Stop right there, sit! I forbid you to tell the boy anything!"

"You can't forbid Hagrid to do anything," Lily said

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?"

"Kept what from me?" said Harry eagerly.

"STOP! I FORBID YOU!" yelled Uncle Vernon in panic.

"This man is really dense, does he really think he can forbid Hagrid to do anything," Lily said exasperated

Aunt Petunia gave a gasp of horror.

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

There was silence inside the hut. Only the sea and the whistling wind could be heard.

"I'm a what?" gasped Harry.

"Nice reaction dad," James said

"A wizard, o' course," said Hagrid, sitting back down on the sofa, which groaned and sank even lower, "an' a thumpin' good'un, 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 it's abou' time yeh read yer letter."

"Yes finally!" Lucy and Molly exclaimed

"I was wondering when you would get your letter dad," Al said

Harry stretched out his hand at last to take the yellowish envelope, addressed in emerald green to Mr. H. Potter, The Floor, Hut-on-the-Rock, The Sea. He pulled out the letter and read:

HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

Headmaster: ALBUS DUMBLEDORE (Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

"That's different from out letter," James said

"Of course it is, James Dumbledore was headmaster then, for us Professor McGonagall is headmistress," Rosie said rolling her eyes at her cousin

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

Minerva McGonagall,

Deputy Headmistress

"Hey that's different too, Professor Noctis is Deputy Headmaster right now," Al said

Questions exploded inside Harry's head like fireworks and he couldn't decide which to ask first. After a few minutes he stammered, "What does it mean, they await my owl?"

"Uncle Harry that's your first question?" Roxanne asked

"Well I didn't know what it meant, I mean I was raised as a muggle, so if I were to give them my answer I expected it to be by post," Harry answered

"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 –

"He had a real owl in his coat?" Lily asked

"Oh I'm sure it was the kids of one of his first two owls, they made a nest and don't want to leave it," Charlie answered

a long quill, and a roll of parchment. With his tongue between his teeth he scribbled a note that Harry could read upside down:

Dear Professor Dumbledore, Given Harry his letter.

Taking him to buy his 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 door, 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 realized his mouth was open and closed it quickly.

"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.

"A what?" said Harry, interested.

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

"Figuratively and literally," Rosie said

"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!"

"You knew?" said Harry. "You knew I'm a – a wizard?"

"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 frogspawn, 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!"

"I can't believe she said that about her own sister," George said sadly

She stopped to draw a deep breath and then went ranting on. It seemed she had been wanting to say all this for years.

"Then she met that Potter at school and they left and got married and had you, and of course I knew you'd be just the same, just as strange, just as — as — abnormal — and then, if you please, she went and got herself blown up and we got landed with you!"

"I really can't believe she just told you how they died like that," Angelina whispered sadly

Harry had gone very white. As soon as he found his voice he said, "Blown up? You told me they died in a car crash!"

"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!"

"But why? What happened?" Harry asked urgently.

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

"Oh, Hagrid must have been really nervous to have to tell you about it," Charlie said

"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. 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, it's best yeh know as much as I can tell yeh – mind, I can't tell yeh everythin', it's a great myst'ry, 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 it's incredible yeh don't know his name, everyone in our world knows –"

"Who?"

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

"Why not?"

"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.

"Could you write it down?" Harry suggested.

"Nah — can't spell it. All right — Voldemort."

"I can't believe you got him to actually say the name." Charlie said

Hagrid shuddered. "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 jus' then, anyway.

"Now, yer 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 myst'ry 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 was just a year old.He came ter yer 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 yer mum an' dad, an' nicer people yeh couldn't find – anyway . . .

"You-Know-Who killed 'em. An' then — an' this is the real myst'ry 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 yer forehead? That was no ordinary cut. That's what yeh get when a Powerful, evil curse touches yeh — took care of yer mum an' dad an' yer house, even — but it didn't work on you, an' that's why yer 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 was only a baby, an' you lived."

Everyone bowed their heads in remembrance of the dead.

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.

"You rembered that?" Ginny asked

"Yeah, I did, and before you two asked why didn't I tell you two, simple it never came up," Harry said

Hagrid was watching him sadly.

"Took yeh from the ruined house myself, on Dumbledore's orders. Brought yeh ter this lot . . ."

"Load of old tosh," said Uncle Vernon. Harry jumped; 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 weirdos, 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 —"

"He's really starting to push it with now," Fred said excitedly

But at that moment, 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 — 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.

Harry, meanwhile, still had questions to ask, hundreds of them.

"But what happened to Vol–, sorry — I mean, You-Know-Who?"

"Kinda wish that would have lasted longer," Ron muttered low enough that no one heard him

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

"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 was 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 there had been a horrible mistake. A wizard? Him? How could he possibly be? He'd spent his life being clouted by Dudley, and bullied by Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon; if he was really a wizard, why hadn't they been turned into warty toads every time they'd tried to lock him in his cupboard? If he'd once defeated the greatest sorcerer in the world, how come Dudley had always been able to kick him around like a football?

"Hagrid," he said quietly, "I think you must have made a mistake. I don't think I can be a wizard."

To his surprise, Hagrid chuckled.

"Not a wizard, eh? Never made things happen when you was scared or angry?"

Harry looked into the fire. Now he came to think about it . . . every odd thing that had ever made his aunt and uncle furious with him had happened when he, Harry, had been upset or angry . . . chased by Dudley's gang, he had somehow found himself out of their reach . . . dreading going to school with that ridiculous haircut, he'd managed to make it grow back . . . and the very last time Dudley had hit him, hadn't he got his revenge, without even realizing he was doing it. Hadn't he set a boa constrictor on him?

"You technically didn't set it on him, you set the snake free," Al said

Harry looked back at Hagrid, smiling, and saw that Hagrid was positively beaming at him.

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

"Why did he have to be right?" Harry groaned to the sky

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've read those letters and 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! Yer 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—"

"Oh, he's in for it now!" Lily exclaimed gleefully

"I AM NOT PAYING FOR SOME CRACKPOT OLD FOOL To TEACH HIM MAGIC TRICKS!" yelled Uncle Vernon.

But he had finally gone too far. Hagrid seized his umbrella and whirled it over his head, "NEVER —" he thundered, "—INSULT — ALBUS — DUMBLEDORE — IN — FRONT — OF — ME!"

Molly thundered every word into her dad's poor ear

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.

Everyone roared with laughter, it took them a good ten minutes to be calm enough to read again

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'ta lost me 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."

"I really thought he should have turned him in to a whale," sighed Harry wistfully

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 – er – not supposed ter do magic, strictly speakin'. I was allowed ter do a bit ter follow yeh an' get yer letters to yeh an' stuff – one o' the reasons I was so keen ter take on the job—"

"Way to make him feel special Hagrid," Chuckled Charlie

"Why aren't you supposed to do magic?" asked Harry.

"Oh, well – I was at Hogwarts meself but I – er – 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?"

"So did you three find out?" Angelina asked the trio

"What makes you think we did?" Hermione asked

"You're the Golden Trio, you found out a lot of things you weren't supposed to know," George said

"Well your just going to wait like everyone else to get your answer," Harry said

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

He took off his thick black coat and threw it to Harry.

"You can kip under that," he said. "Don' mind if it wriggles a bit, I think I still got a couple o' dormice in one o' the pockets.".

"That's the end of the chapter," Molly said

"Okay who's next?" Harry questioned

"Can I read Dad?" James asked

"Oh so you can read James?" Rosie asked him, and James did the mature thing and stuck his tongue out at her.

'DIAGON ALLEY' read out James

"Finally we get away from those horrid people," Audrey murmured to Fleur

AN: i know, i know i should have updated sooner, but you see, wednesday i took a break, thursday i worked on hw, and picked my mom up from the airport(she's visiting from mex), friday i did hw and hung out with my mom(but i was working on this through that time) saturday i was tortu- i mean taken shopping, went to a b-day party and went to a show with my friend(i wont call it a concert because it wasn't) so there those r my lame excuses forgive me .

alright, starting tuesday i have to be a school for some time to have traning, expect the new chapter friday, but no promises, then the week after i start school wednesday . . . oh school i only go cuz if i didn't i wouldn't see my friends ., oh enough about that . . .

Okay so i'm going to stop talking now, so again i'm sorry . . . could you guys forgive me? . . . no? . . . Okay:( . . . i'm just ganna leave this plate of brownies here . . . alright until i update again :)