Muggle DVDs
"I can't tell you," Harry started, but he shook his head, knowing it was a lie, "Actually, I can, and I don't want to."
McGonagall had phoned them to tell him that he had permission to tell William of magic from the US Ministry of Magic; however that would mean spilling his guts and that would make things more complicated.
"Harry," Will began, and Harry knew it was a lost cause. Sighing, Harry left the room, instructing William to stay there.
He went to his room, and pulled out his collection of blank DVDs. With his wand, he extracted a memory from his mind, and dropped it onto the disc, allowing it to absorb. Then, he added a sealant charm to secure the memory, and took the disc back downstairs.
"Okay, this will explain the basics of what I need to tell you. I can't really explain it without you thinking I'm a nutter, and I can't tell you what a muggle is without previous knowledge, so, you need to watch this. It's a memory from when I was 11 years old."
As Harry was explaining, he was setting the disc up ready to be watched. It loaded, and the video instantly played as Harry sat down.
A small boy, Harry was lying on a dirty, dusty floor. He had drawn a birthday cake which read Happy Birthday Harry. As Harry turned to look at the watch, it beeped 12:00.
"Make a wish, Harry," The child murmured before blowing the candles out.
"I wished the same thing I did every year; I wished for someone to save me." Harry murmured, not taking his eyes off the screen as the little boy blew his dusty candles out.
Suddenly, the door thumps. Harry jumps, and leans his hands on the floor.. The door thumps again and the large boy and Harry jump up and back away. A woman and a large man appear, the man with a gun. The door bangs again and then cracks open, and a giant man appears.
"The child is Dudley, the man is Vernon, and the woman is Petunia. They are my family, unfortunately," Harry grumbled, and Will nodded, understanding.
"Sorry 'bout that." Hagrid said as his put the door back in its place.
"I demand that you leave at once, Sir! You are breaking and entering!" Vernon shouts, trying to look menacing as his wife shook behind him. The giant goes over and bends the end of the gun upwards, and it goes off.
"Dry up, Dursley, you great prune." The man says, and turned around, ignoring there scared cries. He sees Dudley and makes his way towards him, "Mind, I haven't seen you since you was a baby, Harry, but you're a bit more along than I would have expected. Particularly 'round the middle!"
Dudley stutters out a response, "I-I-I'm not Harry."
Harry, breathing deeply, appears from behind the wall, "I am."
The giant, still unnamed, smiles, "Oh, well, of course you are! Got something for ya. 'Fraid I might have sat on it at some point! I imagine that it'll taste fine just the same. Ahh. Baked it myself, words and all."
"Harry, how much longer until anything is actually revealed?" Will asked, and Harry held up a hand, his eyes glued to the screen.
"I've never watched my own memories like this…"
The giant hands Harry the box, which Harry opens to reveal a pink cake with green icing in it that spelt 'Happee birthdae Harry', "Thank you."
"It's not every day that your young man turns eleven, now is it?" The giant said, sitting down on the couch, takes out a pink umbrella and points it at the empty fire. Two sparks fly out and the fire starts. The family gaped.
"Excuse me, who are you?" Harry asked, setting the cake down on the table, at looking at the man on the now very squashed couch.
"Rubeus Hagrid. Keeper of keys and grounds at Hogwarts. Course, you'll know all about Hogwarts."
Harry looked extremely sorry as he apologised for not knowing about it. Hagrid didn't seem to understand, and he pressed further, "No? Blimey, Harry, didn't you ever wonder where your mum and dad learned it all?"
"Learnt what?" Harry asked, his curiosity obvious.
"You're a wizard, Harry." Hagrid said, his brown eyes sincere.
"Nope, I don't-" As Will went to say he didn't believe it, Harry took out his wand.
"You want proof?" Harry asked, thinking of a happy memory. The teacher nodded, sceptical. Harry closed his eyes, and did the wand movement as he murmured the incantation, "Expecto patronum."
Harry opened his eyes as the fawn galloped around the room. A sad smile formed on Harry's lips, and the animal vanished, affected by his sadness. Their heads swivelled back to the TV, as Hagrid's voice raged.
"A car crash? A car crash kill James and Lily Potter?" Of what you could see of his face, you could tell he was disgusted.
"We had to tell him something," Petunia's offhand voice only fuelled his rage.
"It's an outrage! It's a scandal!" The giant continued.
"He'll not be going!" Vernon demanded, glaring at the giant.
Hagrid's voice became humorous, "Oh, and I suppose a great Muggle like yourself's going to stop him, are you?"
"Muggle?" Harry asked.
"Muggle?" Will asked, and Harry giggled at the resemblance.
"Non magic folk. This boy's had his name down ever since he was born! He's going to the finest school of witchcraft and wizardry in the world, and he'll be under the greatest headmaster Hogwarts' has ever seen: Albus Dumbledore."
The DVD stopped there, and Will sat there, dumbstruck. Harry Potter was a wizard.
"You must not repeat this to anyone. If you do, their memory of the incident with be wiped, and you will be charged a fine. I am only allowed to tell you because a. you are my guardian, and b. I'm the boy who lived, so I am actually allowed to tell whom I like within reason."
Will nodded, his eyes fixed on the blank screen, "Harry, is that why you survived the night Tom Riddle came to your house and killed your parents?"
Harry shrugged, "Sort of. It was a mix between my mother's sacrifice for my life, and the unbreakable vow Voldemort made to Severus Snape to spare my mother's life. He broke it, so he did the only thing he could do; his body died, and left his soul to feed off other people's lives. He couldn't die, properly; he had made things called horcruxes, but that's for another time. That's just depressing."
Will nodded, and Harry stood up. He gathered the papers, and headed into the kitchen. He dialled the new phone number, and listened to it ring for a few seconds.
"Hello?" A familiar voice asked, and Harry smiled.
"Hello, Mrs. Malfoy," Harry said, "I just got Draco's letter. Could I talk to him?"
Harry was passed on, and he had a long talk with the Slytherin, catching up, talking about school, and for a moment, Harry felt normal.
When he hung up, he found Will stood in the kitchen doorway, "Can I see more magic?"
Harry chuckled, "How about something better? I'm sure you'd love to see a few old memories. Of me, Ron, Hermione, and all the others. Draco has compiled a bunch of memories onto a disc with Hermione's help using everyone's memories of me. There are a few of mine, but not many.
Will nodded, and helped Harry set the disc up in the TV, and he just clicked on the small snippets option, obviously Hermione's part.
"Wow," Harry murmured, watching Hermione fix his glasses in her bossy ways, "She actually got less overbearing through the years."
Will chuckled, "That, I don't believe."
"That's Fred and George Weasley," Harry said with a laugh as they handed him the Marauders Map. That must have been one of their memories
"Hello," Harry said, causing a young girl to run off, leaving Harry look shockingly alarmed. The scene changed and showed a brief view of Harry hugging the same girl years later.
"That's my Ginny." Harry said fondly, "She was terrified of me. The next morning, she stuck her elbow in the butter."
"Harry," Will asked, "Why did you pick this option?"
Harry laughed, "I didn't want to be here for the next 15 hours watching my life, the good and bad."
As they continued watching, Harry's sorting was shown, with many other memories. He watched himself cough up the snitch, and instruct the DA on muggle fighting techniques, Ginny doing the most damage and Harry doing the most ducking and avoiding.
"You are not 15, anymore!"
The disgusted shout of Hermione made Harry giggle, the screen showing Hermione's green hair, her eyes blazing. She was chewing Sirius out for turning her hair green, and he just thought it was funny.
"Lighten up, 'Mione. It suits you," Sirius joked, taking a mouthful of his beer, "Now, will you please be quiet. No need to wake the sleeping angels."
Hermione moved, and the screen showed Harry and Remus sleeping, Harry's head buried in Remus' neck like a child.
"You actually look adorable," Will commented, and Harry pulled a face.
"We had been up all night, because I couldn't sleep and Remus just talked to me. He told me stories of my parents, of when they were at school, and stories of when I was a baby."
"Really?" Will said, entranced by the idea.
"Yeah, Remus even told me about the chaos I created with my first word. Money was owed, I have two upset parents, and one shocked godfather, and one very pleased Remus Lupin. I said his name first. Well, I said 'Moo', and he was known as 'Uncle Moony', so I said his name first."
The video kept playing, and the two chatted well into the night, ignoring everything logical, and hoping for things to get better.