I HAVE COME BACK FROM THE DEAD! I finally got some ideas (and time) to write on this. "In the Light of Day" and "Destination Unknown: London 1850" will be updated soon, I promise.
Tony's POV – Harry's Bedroom
I finally came to my senses and felt my cheeks go red hot with anger and frustration.
"Have you never heard of knocking?! Because that's obviously something you did not do before barging in and just waltzing up here without even knowing if we were home or if everyone was in appropriate clothing. What do you have to say for yourself and whoever, if anyone, you represent?!" I snapped.
The man muttered some things to himself and looked down at his feet, which were the size of two medium sized dogs.
"I tried ter knock, but, uh, teh door sort of, erm, fell," He mumbled ashamed.
He sounded hurt that I yelled at him, which made me feel a pang of guilt for yelling at him, but I held my ground and stayed glaring at him.
"I, uh, came 'ere fer 'arry," He said standing up tall.
"W-what?" I stammered flabbergasted.
"'E go' 'is Hogwar's letter, righ'?"
"Yes…"I muttered, my voice trailing.
"Well, I'm 'is escor'," He announced proudly.
"Who sent you?" I asked, trying to prove that what he was saying was true.
"Albus Dumbledore," He replied, eyes gleaming with pride.
I noticed that Harry peaked out from behind me, looking up at Hagrid. He didn't seem overly frightened or shocked, but cautious and curious. I looked between the two, trying to see how Harry would react to the man. I thought of keeping him back, but this man worked for Dumbledore, the only reason I had Harry.