Disclaimer: I'm so sorry for the late update but school is really time consuming right now and I'm constantly studying for my exams...

It's short, but the next chapter will come soon I promise!

5. Chapter Five

Harry had made the decision to dig deeper into his own past.

And Hagrid was the victim of his interrogation. They had returned to the pub from earlier that day. It was called The Leaky Cauldron.

Since Hagrid had not made a single attempt to ask him why he had found Harry at a highway rest area he happily overlooked it, too.

Why should he touch a topic they both obviously didn't want to talk about? No, he preferred to discuss a topic that at least hold his own interest. Even if it was the case that Hagrid wasn't all too happy about that one, too.

"Hagrid, you've known me since I was a baby," he paused for the dramatic effect, "and I must ask this now."

He looked into the giants eyes.

"Do you know where I got the scar on my forehead?"

Hagrid avoided his searching gaze and looked clearly uncomfortable.

Bingo! Hagrid definitely knew something. Time to find out what exactly. Harry repressed a cackle.

"Hmmm."

It seemed as if Hagrid had lost the few brain cells he had gained during their shopping trip again. Pity. That didn't irritate Harry from digging around.

"And what happened to my parents in the first place?" he probed deeper.

Hagrid gave in. Success!

"Ah…"

Hagrid let out a long suffering sigh that went along with the dropping of his huge shoulders.

"Pay attention," he admonished Harry in a grave voice, "It occurred like this."

The giant shifted into a more comfortable position. Should Harry prepare for a long story? Hopefully not.

"You have certainly heard of Voldemort before, right?"

Harry simply stared at him.

"That he supposedly killed your parents and gave you that scar as he cursed you." Hagrid continued unfazed and pointed at the lightning shaped scar on Harry's forehead. Then the big man took a deep breath and mumbled the next words as fast as possible.

"Thatpartaboutthecurseisalie. Inrealityhethrewastoneatyou."

Silence. Utter silence.

"Why has he thrown a stone at me?" Really, where was the logic behind all this?

"No idea," Hagrid exclaimed at his wits end. "'Cause he doesn't like you."

Harry stayed silent.

"At any rate, it's true that your parents died in a car crash."

"Whaaat?" Skip the silent part.

"Calm down and order a drink." Harry absent-mindedly followed the order.

That action represented his current state painfully clear. The point where he happened to accepted advice coming from Hagrid it wasn't far until he might actually throw a stone back at Voldemort!

"You see, your parents threw a big party that night."

"Whaaaat?" Shit, not even a whole day and his intellect was already suffering. Was he ready to sacrifice his brain cells in exchange for magic?

Hell, yes!

"Yes, they had a night on the tiles. They drunk quite a lot and drove home with their car afterwards. They collided frontal with a tree. I've never seen so much wood flying through the air. Blood splattered all around. It was really nasty."

Okay, he would deal with the images his mind had conjured up later. Maybe the day after next year, that sounded like a good idea.

Make it ten.

"And what about that guy, Voldemort?" Better to paint the whole picture.

"Hmm, some say he is dead. Others are convinced that he lurks somewhere deep in the shadows, always watching… to throw with stones again," the giant told him with a hoarse voice.

Hagrid seemed to be deep in thought then. If that stadium was even possible.

"You know what, Harry? You better don't tell anyone that your scar is caused by a stone and not by a curse."

The giant gave him a pointed look. "Because that is truly embarrassing."

Okay, point for the giant.

A stone simply hadn't the same impact as a dark curse.

AN: A huge thank you to the people who followed this story! As this is the first fanfiction that I actually publish know that every reader is a great motivation for me to continue this.