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Chapter 1: The Early Life of Harry James Potter
October 31st, 1981
"Give me the boy, and I will spare your life," said a voice full of venom.
"You are going to have to kill me before I ever hand over my son to the likes of you." A young woman with flowy red hair and piercing green eyes said glaring into the man's hollow eyes. Her arms barricaded a crib with two infant boys in it.
The man grins wickedly at the woman. "You are a brave one. Such a shame to see you die so young."
He pushes the woman to the floor pulling out a black stick and shouts, "Avada Kedavra!"
With that, the woman is taken from the night. A single tear streams down her face.
The man is emotionless. A small smile appears on his lips at the sight of her dead body. How dare she try to stand up to me, he thinks to himself. He turns towards the crib, setting his eyes on the infant boy with raven hair and eyes like his mother. At least he can kill this vile baby. The baby has been the bane of his existence.
He stalks towards the crib. Once he is in front he takes one last look into the baby's eyes before shouting, "Avada Kedavra!"
Three things happened at the sound of the spell. First, the man disregarded the presence of another baby. This infant has blonde hair and eyes as blue as the sea. The spell bounced off both babies and was instead placed on the man himself. The man screamed in agony barely making his way out of the room. The two babies were left behind. Both had scars marking the event that happened.
One boy had a lightning bolt scar itched into the center of their forehead. The other had a scar at the back of their neck. Both boys laughed and played with one another unaware of the severity of the situation.
Minutes later a man burst through the room, the door already unhinged from the doorway. He steps into the room serving the damage. It looked as though a fire had been set in the nursery. The only part not covered in smoke was the area where the crib was. Fat tears spill from his eyes. He brings a handkerchief to his face. The poor lads have no one. If he could, he would take care of the youngins himself. However, he has orders he must follow.
When he reaches to lift the boys in his large burly arms, he notices the scar on one's face.
"Merlin's sake! You got a nasty scar there aye?" The boy simply giggles, lightly slapping the man's left cheek. He chuckles at the lad. He takes the other boy into his arm not noticing the scar on his neck.
As he's about to leave the room, another man rushes in with sorrow all over his face. "No please, give me my godson Hagrid."
Hagrid looks at the man with pity. "I'm sorry Sirius. Dumbledore gave me orders to bring the youngins to him."
Sirius sighs. He is shell-shocked from the events of tonight. Lily and James, his best friends, are dead and it's his bloody fault. He is going to hunt down that backstabbing traitor to make him pay for what he did.
"Fine. Take my motorbike with you." With that, both men along with the young boys leave the room making their way out the backdoor. Sirius gives his godson a quick kiss on the forehead swearing an oath that he will avenge his parent's death. He gives the other boy a gentle pinch of the cheek before running down the alley never looking back.
It would be years before Sirius would see his godson again.
Hagrid secures the boys into the sidecar before getting on the motorbike and flying into the night sky. A few minutes later, they arrived at the location. Standing a few feet away from them is a peculiar man with long flowy white hair, what appears to be a wizard's hat, a long white beard and a navy blue robe. The woman beside him is dressed in all black with a matching pointy hat and wavy black hair.
She rushes forward to make sure the boys are doing well. She shakes her head utterly annoyed that Dumbledore would be foolish enough to let the oaf in charge of young children. She picks up the boy with the scar right in the center of his forehead.
Her eyes widened. "Albus you have to look at this," she says. The man with white hair walks over gaping at the scar. It is the oddest thing he has ever seen, however, it confirms his suspicions.
"Well, that is quite odd indeed." He looks over at Hagrid throwing a smile his way. "Thank you for retrieving the boys."
Hagrid smiles happily that he was able to make Dumbledore happy. "No probl'em."
He grabs the raven-haired baby. "It is time for this young one to go live with his relatives."
The woman's eyes widened. "Albus the house is not suitable for him. Those Dursleys are wretched people I tell you." The woman had been watching the family for the day. She knows nothing good will come from the boy residing in their house.
Albus sighs. The poor lad has no other living relatives. He has no choice but to live with them. "Minerva I am well aware of the Dursleys. However, I am sure they will take care of this young one the way a family should," he says with a sad smile on his face.
Hagrid has tears streaming down his face. He does not want to give the youngin up. "Must he go?" Albus nods his head. Reluctantly, the three adults and the two babies make their way across the street to a house of modern size. They wrap the baby boy snuggly in a basket before placing a note, and leaving the baby on the doorstep. From there, the remainder leaves with sad expressions.
Minerva has a bad feeling about this. Hagrid is crying. Albus deludes himself into thinking this is the right call.
The blonde boy, well he is wondering why everyone looks so glum.
A couple of years have passed since the fateful night in which the Dursleys became the guardian of their nephew. Petunia and Vernon, two of the ugliest people on the earth, have a great dislike for their nephew. Instead of placing him in a bedroom as normal individuals do, they gave the poor child a cupboard underneath the stairs as a room. They have him do all the cooking and cleaning. He wears baggy hand-downs which barely fit him. Not to mention they starve him.
At times Vernon even gets physical with the boy.
Today the boy is an underweight six, almost seven-year-old, with crooked glasses. Playtime (recess is called playtime or break in the UK fun fact) is in succession so he is sitting alone in a field of grass. He does not have many friends thanks to his bully of a cousin. As he lies face up wishing upon the gods who are supposedly in the sky to take him out of his misery, he feels something slither on his uniform. He immediately swats it off not wanting to make a mess. Aunt Petunia allowed him to have a new school uniform only because the teachers at school were asking questions about his old one which was tattered. She would make him do even more chores if he got the uniform dirty.
He sits up wondering what is on his chest when he comes face to face with a snake. The snake was bright green with scales decorating its skin. "Well, well, well what do we have here?" Did the snake just talk to me while the boy pondered if he was imagining things? He dreams a lot of dreams that never seem to come to pass.
"Well, are you going to answer me petit garçon," he asks in an amused voice.
Merlin, he must be dreaming. Since when do snakes talk let alone in a French accent?
"Ai I see, I have scared you. My name is Louis and I am from France."
"My name is Harry, Harry Potter and I am from Britain of course." Harry decided to introduce himself because he had no other friends. Also Aunt Petunia always told him to be polite or else.
The snake, Louis hissed in pleasure. "Well Harry Potter from Britain, it's nice to meet you." Harry smiles at the snake. No human had ever been nice to him. A snake, which according to the brief segment he sneakily watched on a wildlife documentary snakes are supposed to be venomous, evil beings. Louis is not like the snakes presented in the film. He is kind, not to mention he has not tried to bite him.
Louis slithered next to Harry. "Tell me about yourself, young one."
"Well, you already know my name. I am six turning seven in a few months. I live with my mean relatives who hate me. I love art and the outdoors although I'm not allowed to do either of these activities," he says with a sad look on his face.
Louis feels bad for the boy. His relatives have no right to treat the chosen one like they do. He was close to pouring venom into all their bones so they could feel the pain Harry felt from their abuse. However, his orders are not to do so yet.
"Why do your relatives treat you badly? Je pense que ton famille est aimerer toi, n'est pas?" The boy looks at him in confusion and Louis realises he is speaking in French. "Je m'excuse. I said I think your family loves you. Am I wrong?"
Harry looks at Louis with sadness present in his eyes. "My relatives hate me. They hate me because well-" He pauses unsure if he should mention his problem. His aunt and uncle made him promise never to tell anyone about his issue.
"Well, what my boy," Louis says, urging the boy on.
Harry looks into Louis's golden eyes. "I have magical powers," he whispers, avoiding his glance.
"Is that all my? Show me what you can do."
"What?! I can't. Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon said never to show anyone my freakiness." Louis is appalled. Who do those wretched beings think they are?
Louis shakes his head though since he is a snake to Harry it looks as though he is wobbling all over the place. "Young one, show me what you can do."
Harry reluctantly stands up. Taking a deep breath he focuses on trying to make his hair change colour. He accidentally did that to a substitute teacher once before. After a minute, he sees Louis smiling which means he did it. He smiles, happy that someone seems to like his freakiness.
"Absolutment magnifique! You are good with magic."
Harry pondered on what he said. His relatives always told him that magic was bad. That he should never do in public. Now he is being told his magic is a good thing. He is starting to believe his relatives are telling him lies.
"My dear boy. Do not listen to your family. Magic is a good thing. It does not make you a freak. It makes you a part of the world of magic," Louis says in excitement.
"There's a world full of magic!?"
"Of course. There is a world full of magic, various what you beings call mythical creatures such as werewolves, vampires etc." He looks at Harry motioning for him to come closer. "When you turn eleven, there is a special school where they teach you all about magic."
Harry's eyes widened. There's a whole world full of magic and mystical creatures. Not to mention there is a school where he can learn more about magic. Also, he can be free of his horrid relatives.
"Could I… Could I attend the school? He asks nervously that he may not qualify.
"Of course dear boy! As long as you are able to do magic when you turn eleven, you can attend school. Puis, it's far away from your relatives."
The boy has the biggest grin on his face. Good, I am happy to give him good news Louis thinks to himself. Now he has to teach the boy how to deal with his rotten aunt and uncle.
"Harry, would you like to help me teach your relatives a lesson?" Louis says.
"Yes! I mean yes please." Louis smiles. He slithers up to Harry's ears whispering the lesson he has planned for his aunt and uncle. The bell rings signalling the sign to come in. Louis gets into the pocket of Harry's black trousers. Tonight, the Dursleys will learn not to ever mistreat the boy again.
Hours later, Harry is sat down at the kitchen table watching his fat cousin munch disgustingly on chocolate-covered digestives, and vanilla wafers with a side of tea. He was not allowed to eat an afternoon snack. Normally Harry's stomach would ache from hunger. He holds back a smile. Soon, he will be able to eat all the food he wants.
His cousin glares at him with beady eyes. Dudley is an unattractive young boy. He is overweight, his hair is choppy and his blue eyes are dull. His parents, particularly his mom, always told him what an attractive young lad he was. Harry has to choke a laugh at that. All the teachers along with the mums in the neighbourhood have deemed Dudley as an ugly child who will never grow into his looks.
Harry feigns fear. He knows if he acts anything but scared of Dudley, his cousin will tell his aunt and uncle who in turn will punish him. At this, Dudley smiles content about scaring his cousin.
A few minutes later, Uncle Vernon arrives home. Time to teach his relatives a lesson. A fat man with thinning black hair, a furry moustache and a scowl on his face enters the kitchen giving his son a kiss on the head. He disregards his freak of a nephew opting to reach for his afternoon tea.
Louis jumps up on the table scaring the daylights out of Dudley and Uncle Vernon. He hisses at the hideous males wondering how on earth such ugly beings exist.
Harry stands straight and proud. "Dudley, Uncle Vernon, this is my good friend Louis. You see Louis is not happy about the way you treat me. He believes it's time for you to treat me properly."
Vernon stands angry at the freak's audacity. Treat him well? He should be lucky they allowed him to live here. "Now listen here, boy…" Vernon is interrupted by a loud hissing noise. Before he knows it Louis has jumped on him biting the flesh on his neck. The venom pours right into his bloodstream rendering Vernon unconscious.
"What have you done to my father?!" Dudley shrieks.
Petunia Dursley was in the living room enjoying her tea, reading a steamy romance novel. Peace was broken by what sounded like great groans coming from her husband and shrieks from her son. As any mother/wife would, she rushed into the kitchen. Her brute of a husband is lying on the floor with a snake on him. Her son is cowered near the back door. Scariest of all, her nephew stands over her husband smiling.
"Well, Aunt Petunia. Louis, my friend here who happens to be a snake, is not happy about the way I'm being treated. Either you change your ways or Uncle Vernon dies. Louis said the venom will take over in less than an hour if you do not comply." He turns to her looking directly in her eyes as though daring her to oppose.
Petunia knew this day would come. She treated her nephew like rubbish. It was only a matter of time before her actions caught up to her. She knows she must make it right in order to save her husband. She nods her head in agreement.
Harry smiles. "Brilliant. From now on I will not cook or do chores. I will receive proper clothes and glasses. My room will be Dudley's playroom. You will decorate the room with a proper bed, wardrobe and toys." Frances hisses in Petunia's direction. "Or else. We would not want something bad to happen to our dear uncle would we?"
Petunia nods her head frantically. "Of course Harry whatever you want." She takes a shaky step toward her husband. "May I call for an ambulance now?"
"Why of course," Harry says, grabbing some wafers before making his way towards his new room.
He turns his head to his aunt and says, "Aunt Petunia, Louis will be staying whether you like it or not."
At that, Harry skips out of the room and up the stairs. His adrenaline is at an all-time high. Alas, he will no longer be forced to do hard labour. To sleep in the cupboard underneath the stairs. He can be a normal boy.
Four years have passed. After the incident in the kitchen, Uncle Vernon survived with puncture wounds as a reminder never to mistreat his nephew again. People noticed a change in the raven-haired boy who lived at Privet Drive. The boy was no longer dressed in hand-me-downs. He is at a healthy weight and stature for a ten almost eleven-year-old boy. His glasses are never crooked. The boy walks with an air of confidence.
1991
Harry wakes up to rays of sunshine pouring over his room. Today is his birthday. He is eleven which means he will be attending a magic school. Louis did not tell him much about the school. He mentioned the four houses and how each wizard or witch gets sorted into one but that's all he would say about Hogwarts. He said it would be a shame to spoil something so magical. He did however tell him all about the wizarding world. He knows all about wizards, witches, and the whole blood status dispute. Though Louis said not to worry about that.
"Happy Birthday my boy! Says Louis with a voice full of excitement. He is proud of how far the boy has come. He is not ready to send Harry off into the wizarding world but rules are rules.
Harry laughs, hugging the snake to his chest. "Thank you, Louis. I can't believe I'm eleven!"
As Harry is getting out of bed, he sees an emerald box topped with a forest green bow. "Go on, open your gift," Louis said, his voice full of emotion.
The boy jumps up and rushes over to his present. He tears the wrapping paper off opening the box. Inside is a shiny gold whistle with his name printed in black cursive. Harry can tell this gift is expensive. His heart warms at this, he smiles at Louis in turn he receives a kiss on the cheek. Well, more of a snake tongue licking his cheek but it's the gesture that counts.
"Câ c'est un sifflet. When you are in trouble, just blow on it and then help will come." (Yes I am aware that the whistle is similar to Susan's horn in Narnia but give me a break, I am currently re-reading the Narnia series).
Harry gives Louis an affectionate pat before packing the whistle into his trunk. Both he and Louis make their way down the stairs, the snake obtaining for riding on Harry's shoulder. They both can smell the sweet aroma of cooking. They enter the kitchen and low and beyond Aunt Petunia is cooking away at the stove. Harry runs up and gives her leg a hug before taking a seat at the small wooden dining table.
"Happy Birthday, Harry!" She says reaching down the hug the young raven-haired boy.
After the incident with Vernon, the blonde woman cursed her nephew. After some time to reflect she realised how horrid she was to her deceased sister's son. She cried one night to sleep hoping her younger sister would forgive her.
She is still a bit fearful of Harry and his magical abilities not to mention that snake of his but she has learned to accept it.
Not to mention she was once deemed an unattractive woman. Her once-thin hair is now thick and full flowing down her back. Her cheekbones are high and her smile is white instead of yellow. Her eyes used to be a dull blue now they are the colour of the sky. Overall, she takes care of herself for her, not for a man.
The young boy takes a seat at the dining table. Aunt Petunia puts a plate stacked with pancakes that have been folded into triangles whipped cream and blueberries (the pancakes are traditional British pancakes which are thinner than American pancakes but thicker than crêpes- they are normally rolled or folded into triangles- they are normally eaten with powdered sugar and lemon).
Harry immediately digs in savouring the taste sweetness of the cream and maple syrup.
Petunia takes a sit across from him. With a smaller plate of pancakes. "Now Harry, today we are going to the zoo and then I am going to make you your favourite dinner."
"Fish and chips right," he says his emerald eyes shining with happiness. To think he used to spend his birthdays locked underneath the stairs cabinet wishing he lived with other people. His past few birthdays have been the best in his short time on earth.
His aunt laughs ruffling his hair making it even messier than it usually is. Harry eats his pancake happily pondering on what his aunt has in store for him and Dudley. Speaking of Dudley, the blonde enters the kitchen with a small navy blue box perfectly wrapped with gold ribbon.
"Happy Birthday Harry!" he says sliding the box over to the raven-haired boy who smiles at home.
"Cheers mate." He proceeds to open the box, eyes in awe. In his hand is a sleek watch with black straps. The watch looks and feels expensive.
"Look you can open it see," Dudley shows him the small silver opening which allows him to open the compartment where the watch's battery usually lies. Harry is confused as to why Dudley would show him batteries but inside is a photo of a beautiful red-headed woman holding a green-eyed black-haired baby. Beside her is a tall man with the same colour hair as the baby and brown eyes sparkling with happiness. His arm is wrapped around the woman pulling her and the baby close to him. She also sports a bright smile on her face and the baby is smiling as well.
Tears pool in his eyes. It's him with his mum and dad. "Where did you, how did you-"
"You should thank Louis, he is the one who obtained the watch," he responds a grin prominent on his face. Harry smiles back at his cousin. It never ceases to amaze him how drastically people can change over the course of a few years. Dudley was once a fat boy who was a bully. Now he is lean thanks to football (European Football = American Soccer). He is also more kind and caring. Harry is proud to call him his friend.
He quickly fastens the watch on his wrist, happy to have a constant reminder of his parents. Speaking of Louis, he wraps himself around the boy's neck, "Thank you, Louis." The boy pets the snake in an affectionate manner.
"C'est mon prie ma fils. I would do anything for you," Louis says passionately.
There is not a day where Harry does not thank the Gods for bringing Louis into his life. If it wasn't for the snake, he would still be an abused child wishing for a miracle to happen.
"Boys head upstairs and get changed into the outfit I picked out for you," Petunia commands the boys. They race up to their individual rooms, quickly putting on their outfits. Harry is dressed in a pair of dark denim trousers and a light blue t-shirt. Dudley is wearing light blue denim trousers and a red t-shirt. The boys run back down so Petunia can run a comb through their hair. Whilst Dudley has straight blonde hair, Harry's hair is wavy and messy. Petunia tries her best but the boy's hair never ceases to remain still.
Once the boys are deemed presentable enough to leave, they head to the car. The day goes by in a blur. They spend the first half at the zoo where Harry may or may not have freed a Brazilian snake. Aunt Petunia gives him a knowing look but he had to let the poor guy go. He knows what it feels like to be trapped. They then head to a fish and chips shop for lunch. Petunia gives the boys a hundred pounds each to pick a present for themselves.
Harry and Dudley immediately rush into all sorts of shops buying sweets, and comic books Dudley loves DC but Harry is a lover of all things Marvel. The boys spend the remainder of their money on a train Lego set. All in all, it was a fantastic day. Probably the best birthday Harry has had.
The black-haired boy is tucked in bed. His aunt gives him a kiss on his forehead, wishing him a good night. As he closes his eyes to get some much-needed sleep a flutter sound catches his attention. He shakes his head believing it is the rustling of trees. The noise ceases and he closes his eyes. The fluttering sound becomes louder banging on the window. Harry gets out of bed annoyed at whatever is making such a ruckus. He grabs his glasses to better see what is going on.
As he pads to the window, his eyes widen beneath his glasses. A large grey owl is hitting the window which explains the fluttering noise. What an owl is doing in the middle of residential (British way of saying suburbs) Surrey is beyond the boy. At the zoo, he learned owls are nocturnal. The peculiar thing is the cream-coloured letter tied to the feet of the bird. On instinct, Harry opens the latch of the window allowing the owl in.
The boy is awestruck. This owl is larger than the owls at the zoo. He cannot get over how majestic and mighty it appears. The owl takes a moment to stare at home before depositing the letter gently into Harry's hand. The black-haired boy looks up to the owl, "Thank you," he says. He swears the owl understands him as the large bird's eyes light up before taking off in the night.
Harry takes a seat on his bed, turning over the letter. On the front is his name in cursive writing. He opens it up taking out the paper.
His eyes widen after he reads it. This is an invitation to a school called Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. This must be the academy Louis was going on about. A smile takes over the boy's face. He feels like jumping up and yelling out in excitement. He refrains not waiting to seek the wrath of Aunt Petunia or Louis who is sleeping in the glass cage on top of Harry's desk. Both love their beauty sleep. He reads the letter over and over to make sure it is real. His eyes close before he knows it.
Harry awakes to the bright sun blurring his already bad vision. He grabs his glasses off of the night table. Last night he had a nice dream where he finally got his letter to Hogwarts. He sees the letter on top of his bed jumping up to wake Louis up. "Louis wake up, I have something to show you," the boy says excitedly tapping quite loudly on the glass container the pet snake sleeps in.
"Harry c'est quoi la problème?" he asks his golden eyes piercing excited green ones.
The boy waves the letter in his face. "I got my letter to Hogwarts!"
An excited hiss comes from Louis but Harry senses some sadness, "What's wrong I thought you would be more excited."
The snake lets out a hiss which the boys recognises as a sigh. Over the years, Harry has been able to decode the demeanour of Louis. "Mon garçon, je suis excited but it means our time is coming to an end."
"What!?" the boy exclaims. "Aren't you coming with me?"
Louis shakes his head. "Harry listen to me. If they find out you can speak to snakes, the things they will do to you I cannot allow anything to happen to you."
The poor boy seems confused. "But what's wrong if we talk? If it wasn't for you, I would still be treated badly by the Dursleys."
"Harry, the wizarding world is not much different from the muggle world. There is evil, judgment and prejudice deeply rooted in society. Trust me, if they find out you are a parseltongue you are doomed," he explains to the best of his abilities. The snake feels bad for opting the truth from the boy but he deserves to live the last bit of his childhood. He will try to be there for the boy but Harry will have to learn to navigate the magical world by associating himself with certain people.
"Harry listen to me, you must become friends with people who will tell you the ins and outs of the wizarding world. I have already told you about the blood status but there is more you need to learn. I will try to be with you but you will have to learn on your own."
Tears pool in the boy's eyes as he hugs Louis tightly. Finding out that the magical world is just as bad as the muggle word makes him nervous. Louis already told him about the whole blood status but the wizarding world is supposed to be better than the muggles. He has already faced mistreatment from muggles something tells him that being treated badly by magical beings will be much worse. "Look at me," Louis commands softly waiting for the boy to look at him. "You will do great things at Hogwarts. You will make a great impact on the wizarding world. Believe in yourself, Harry."
Harry nods trying his hardest not to cry. "Go and tell your Aunt you got accepted she'll take you to get whatever supplies the school requires you to get."
The snake jumps from the boy's shoulder, watching him leave the room. Everything will work Louis thinks to himself. The boy must believe in himself or else he will be doomed.
After Harry tells his Aunt the news, she gives him a sad smile hugging him close to his chest. "You know your mum had the best time at Hogwarts," she mentions noticing the sadness in her nephew's eyes.
That seems to perk him up. "Really?"
She nods, "She would come home every summer telling your nan and grandad as well as myself about her adventures. She adored it. It made me envious that I never had magical abilities."
"Harry I know it may seem daunting but you will have the best time at Hogwarts. You will finally be surrounded by people who are just like you."
"But Louis is not coming with me," he mutters.
So that's the problem. She grabs him by the shoulder, "Harry I don't think people would react well to you having a pet snake. Maybe you could get an owl? I know many witches and wizards get a pet owl. Your mum had a gorgeous black owl called Cassia."
"Really, I want an owl!" He smiles bringing a soft smile on her lips. "Well we can-"
A knock interrupts Petunia. Confusion mars her face. "Who could that be," she mutters.
Harry sits comfortably on the sofa. A few moments pass when his Aunt walks into the living room with a large man. The man has long black hair and a matching beard. His eyes are a dark brown. Everything is large about him from his height, hands and face.
The man's eyes pool with tears. "Har'rry lad, you've gotten big eh?" His accent is an indicator that he comes from South England. "I remember when you were a wee lad."
He looks at his Aunt he appears apprehensive. "Uhm do I know?" Harry asks politely.
"Aye you probably don't remember," he says the word remember as though there is a in it. "Me name is Rubeus Hagrid but you can call me Hagrid."
Harry takes a moment to inspect the man. He gets up from the sofa deciding he is not a threat despite his large size. The boy holds his hand out but lets out a cry as he is enveloped in the man's enormous arms. "I can't breathe," he lets out.
"Oi, I'm sor'rry. I forget me own size sometimes," he laughs letting go of the boy. Petunia wraps her arms around her nephew. "Mind telling me what your business is?" She asks.
"Right, sor'rry. I'ma supposed teh take Har'rry into Diagon Alley to get supplies for skool," he explains.
"You think I'm going to let him go alone with you? With all due respect, you are a stranger." She eyes him suspiciously. She does not question his ties to the magical world. Judging by his size he may be a creature of some sort. That does not mean she will allow her sister's son to be whisked away by some random man.
Hagrid seems stumped at this. Dumbledore had warned him that the lad's relatives were less than pleasant. The blonde beauty in front of him seems to be fiercely protective over her nephew. She is not mean per se but more on guard which is understandable. His size intimidates people in the magical world he cannot imagine how a muggle woman feels looking at him. "If yere like, you can come with us," he adds.
She takes a moment to ponder his offer. "I will get my purse and Dudley will be coming with us of course."
After twenty minutes of getting trainers and proper clothing on the boys whilst making sure she looks good, they head out the door. She silently groans knowing the neighbours will bombard her about the giant man in her home. She expected a vehicle to transport them but in front of her was a red motorbike. "Absolutely not. We will not be getting on that death trap."
"But mum, it's brilliant," Dudley exclaims eyes wide in excitement. Harry nods in agreement his green eyes alight with joy. The motorbike reminds him of the one in his dream. The recurring dream in which he is flying high in a motorbike. The boys look at one another before turning their attention to Petunia giving her their best puppy dog eyes. She tries not to fall for it but looking into adorable green and blue eyes makes her succumb. She throws her hands in the air, "Fine, but I swear harm will be done if anything happens to my boys," she says in a no-nonsense tone.
The giant looks surprisingly scared. Nodding profusely. The boys sat in the sidecar whilst Petunia sat behind Hagrid reluctantly holding onto him. "Ready lads?" The giant asks. The boys nod excitedly. Before they know it, the motorbike flies into the air. The young boys scream in excitement. Flying in the air reminds them of the first time they were on the London Eye. The thrill of being in the sky. The feeling of freedom they both get. Petunia on the other hand is not having much fun. Her eyes are laden with fear and a bit of anger. Hagrid is going to get a ripping after they get off.
As they ride off into the sky towards Diagon Alley, something tells Harry this is the beginning of his thrilling magical adventure.
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Author's Note
- My first Harry Potter fanfiction yay!
- Constructive criticism is welcomed, I will delete unnecessary hate
I am currently in uni so updates may be slow but I will try my best. I have had a health emergency in my family but I will not let that get in the way of writing.
I hope you enjoy,
Nessa