Chapter Two –
That rainy and stormy night, in a weather beaten tall towering house, on a rocky island in a large somewhat stormy night and out at sea. The Dursleys, including Harry have moved in there, due to the chaos with the numerous letters from an unknown writer to Harry. The Mr and Mrs Dursley were sleeping upstairs, with Harry on the cold, dirty floor and Dudley sleeping on a old falling apart sofa. Harry has drawn a birthday cake which reads, Happy Birthday Harry. Harry looks at Dudley's watch, which beeps Twelve.
Harry said to himself, make a wish, Harry! and he blows out the "candles" on the drawn birthday cake on the dirty concrete. Then Suddenly, the door thumps, in sync with the thunder flashing serval times. Harry jumps out of his skin. The door thumps again and Dudley and Harry jump up and back away. Harry hides behind a wall, and Dudley cowers on a sofa in fright.
Petunia and Vernon appear, with Vernon holding a double barrel shotgun.
Who is there?! Ahh! Shouted Vernon.
The door bangs loudly again and then falls-down to the ground, and a giant man appears in the doorframe. As he comes into the clear lighting, the giant man himself reveals to a giant off a man.
Hagrid Said Sorry about that as He puts the door back up.
Vernon aiming his gun at him and nervously shouts I demand that you leave at once, sir! You are breaking and entering! As Petunia quietly gasps in fear, Hagrid grabs the gun and bends it upwards.
Hagrid roared at Vernon "Dry up, Dursley, you great prune." The gun fires upwards, blasting a hole in the ceiling, causing the two to shriek in fear. Hagrid notices Dudley. "Mind, I have not seen you since you were a baby, Harry. But you are a bit more along than I would have expected. Particularly 'round the middle."
Dudley said "I-I-I am not Harry; he is a Freak.
Harry reveals himself and states, I-I am."
Hagrid looked him over taking all of Harry all in, "Well, of course you are! Got somethin' for yeh. afraid I might have sat on it at some point, but I imagine it will taste fine just the same. Ahh and Hagrid hands Harry the cake."
Baked it myself words, and all. Heh. Harry opens cake, which reads "Happy Birthday Harry" in green frosting.
Thank you! Said Harry.
It's not every day that you young man turns eleven now, is it? Aye?
Hagrid sits down on the sofa, takes out an umbrella, and points it at the empty fire. Two sparks fly out of the umbrella and start a fire. The Dursley family gasps.
Harry puts cake down "Excuse me, who are you?"
Rubeus Hagrid, Keeper of Keys and Grounds at Hogwarts. O' course, you will know all about Hogwarts.
"Sorry, no.," said Harry. No? Blimey, Harry, didn't you ever wonder where your mum and dad learned it all? Learnt what? Yer a wizard, Harry. Harry looks confused.
Harry shocked I-I am a what?
Hagrid looked puzzled but answered, "A wizard. And a thumping good one, I would wager, once your trained up little."
Harry, no you have made a mistake. I mean, I cannot be... a-a wizard. I mean, I am just... Harry. Just Harry.
Hagrid, Well, Just Harry. Did you ever make anything happen? Anything you could not explain when you were angry or scared? Harry softens his expression as Harry thinks of all the things, he could not explain his treatment from the Dursley's. Ah. Dudley whimpers. Hagrid hands Harry the same letter that has been sent the past while.
Harry opens it and he began to read. "Dear, Mr. Potter. We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."
He will not be going, I tell you! We swore when we took him in, we had put a stop to all this rubbish!
Harry, you knew? You knew all along and you never told me?
Petunia, of course we knew. How could you not be? My perfect sister being who she was. Oh, my mother and father were so proud the day she got her letter. "We have a witch in the family. Isn't it wonderful?" I was the only one to see her for what she was. A freak! And then she met that, Potter. And then she had you, and I knew you would be the same. Just as strange, just as... abnormal. And then, if you please, she went and got herself blown up! And we got landed with you.
Harry to Petunia, angrily Blown up? You told me my parents died in a car crash!
Hagrid, A car crash? A car crash killed Lily and James Potter?!
Petunia, well we had to say something.
Hagrid roar above some thunder, it is an outrage! It is a scandal! As the Dursleys argue with Hagrid, no one, including Harry, is noticing Dudley taking Harry's cake away.
Vernon, He'll not be going!
Oh-ho-ho, and I suppose a great muggle like yourselves going' to stop him, are yeh?
Muggle?
Hagrid said to Harry, calmly "non-magic folk, he immediately draws his attention back to Vernon and Petunia in anger. This boy has had his name down ever since he was born! As Hagrid was talking, Dudley was munching on Harry's cake. He is going to the finest school of witchcraft and wizardry in the world, and he will be under the finest headmaster that Hogwarts has ever seen, Albus Dumbledore.
Harry smiles upon hearing Dumbledore's name.
Vernon, I will not pay to have some crackpot old fool teach him magic tricks!
Hagrid whips out his umbrella and points it at Vernon, threateningly.
Hagrid, "NEVER – INSULT – ALBUS DUMBLEDORE – IN FRONT OF ME."
Hagrid finally sees Dudley eating Harry's cake fuming and aims his umbrella at his buttock. He fires a magic spark at it, causng a grey tail to grow.
Ahh! The Dursleys shriek in both fright and horror as they run off out of sight. Harry laughs at this, so does Hagrid.
Oh, um, I would appreciate it if you did not tell anyone at Hogwarts about that. Strictly speaking, I am not allowed to do magic.
Harry awoke sleepily in the hut-on-the-rocks early in the morning although he knew it morning was due to the daylight, he could see this under his eyelids. 'It was just a dream,' he thought to himself when I open my eyes, I be in Privet Drive in my darn Cupboard-under-the-stairs with aunt Petunia raging at me to get up and make breakfast after sharply raping her knuckles on the cupboard door.
Then there was a large Tap, Tap, Tap on the dirty broken window.
Harry opened his eye slowly to the early morning light and was surprised it was not a dream he was in his cupboard or the smallest room in Privet Drive. As he sat upright squinting and then Hagrid's moleskin coat fell off him.
The hut-on-the-rocks was full of sunshine from the morning sunlight and the epic storm off last night was over which Harry is glad for. Hagrid was asleep so Harry looked around and saw a tawny owl, clawing at the broken window and window sill and it had a newspaper in its beak.
Harry got to his feet and yawned he was so excited about his undetermined future like never before about some freedom from the Dursley's was swelling to never known heights. Opening the latch on the window and removes the newspaper.
After awakening Hagrid checks his pocket-watch. Ooh, we are a bit behind schedule. Bes' be off he goes off to the door and pulls it down again before stepping out. He turns to Harry unless you would rather stay, of course. Hmm?
He walks out. Harry grins, looks back at the direction where the Dursleys are gone, and grins again, before grabbing his jacket and joins Hagrid on their journey to London.
During the Holidays before Hogwarts and Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, Fleur Delacour, a blonde eleven year old was walking along the wash of the shore when she had met as nude on the shore Hermione Granger on a French nudists beach they had been idly rambling along the wash, enjoying the sea air across their eleven-year-old young above average bodies and talking between them in the bright early morning sun rise, they had met whilst on holiday that Hermione's parents had organized to celebrate Hermione's entry to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry on her Eleventh birthday.
Looking down, Hermione had noticed an odd bit of metal lying out on the sand, and knelt to pick it up at the same time.
Perhaps it is a Golden Bullion coin, they had thought probably washed out from where it finally lay by the rains and the tidal waves last night. A souvenir of the summer holidays maybe and celebration of her entrance to Hogwarts and would be a lovely thing to have to mark the start at her new school, something to tuck in with the box of pipestems and potsherds and flints and fossils she had been keeping since she was first able to walk about and stick things in her pockets thought Hermione putting it her bag still holding hands with Fleur and laughing as they went along.
They both thought it could perhaps it could even be magical! That would be ironic. They had been pulled away somewhere else. It was as if some invisible hand had seized her below her navel and took her away to some unknown destination.
Confused and thoughts of Star Trek transporters and the Tardis mingled in her mind with the old legends of faeries and books about the Wild Hunt and folk being swept away that she'd read obsessively since first she could read and always secretly thought about the thing her Nan should have told her about and now here she was, in a grimy back room with cracked plaster walls, with cages up with all type of creature in them large and small down the walls and a disreputable looking middle aged man was staring at her and Fleur.
He was bald on top, with thick dirty off-white whiskers and beard that did not quite compensate, and dressed in dirty brown clothes that her grandfather would have called quaint, her great-grandfather would have called out of fashion or way old fashioned if it even was at ant point.
"So" he said, "a couple of selkie's, a couple juvenile ones." Hmm... bit scrawny, looking but I reckon they but she'd fetch a good price pointing at fleur." He said Grabbing Hold of them.
"Excuse me, sir," Hermione said, "but we are human, not a selkie and how did we get here?" Why did he think they were a seal or selkie persons?
Was he mad? She thought to her self.
His eyes went wide. "So, you speak English. Hmm, that could add a few sickles to the price." So, he was a Wizard. In the back of her mind, she began to wonder. Could he be right? Was she part selkie?
She had always loved the sea, and always been a bit different. She forced herself to stop thinking about it.
"To what price?" she said. "I don't know what you intend, sir, but I am a subject of the United Kingdom. Even now, I am sure, my parents will be looking for me. And if they do not find me, well, my dad's got friends at Scotland Yard. If you will just take me to the nearest constable, I will tell him it is only a misunderstanding. I am sure you will not get into any trouble."
"Misunderstanding? Girl, you picked up my selkie trap. That means you are a selkie."
"I am sure there is some mistake. I am a Muggleborn, and I only got my Hogwarts letter this year. I am sorry if there is something I have not yet learnt. But none of my books said anything about not picking up a selkie trap. I am very sorry if I have caused you any trouble, sir. I am sure I can pay you back for anything that is damaged."
He laughed. "Silly little thing! You would not have even seen that trap if you were not a selkie, of at least three-quarters blooded. James Cook was not born yesterday, selkie girl. Stop trying to fool me. Now come along. I am sure some nice gentleman will buy you in a day or two or eventually. Even if you are a bit young to be all that much... fun just yet."
If only she had, had her wand. Not that she knew what she would do with it, but at least she might could do something. The man seized her by them wrist and pulled them along. She wished she had at least wished shed been wearing something like a swimming costume and a t-shirt.
Somehow, she doubted this unpleasant man would give her anything to cover up with. Don't think about that. Think about how Professor McGonagall is going to show up and rescue you as soon as she hears there is one of her first-year students in a pet shop.
Good heavens, Hermione thought, is slavery commonplace here in the Wizarding World? For the first time, she wondered about her decision to attend Hogwarts. Could this be legal? Would Professor McGonagall walk in, pet her through the bars, and say "Nice selkie. What a very clever wee creature you were, making me think you were a Witch."
Would someone buy her or both for a pet? And what did people do with pet selkies?
She did not want to think about it was to distressing.
Hermione thought of something, and pinched herself. Unfortunately, she did not wake up in her own bed, sweating and a strong resolve met.
"This is the only cage I have got that is magical and big enough on the shopfloor, so I will have to leave you both in here for a while. Do not mess each other up, or you will both regret it, you hear me?" Fleur responded with a burst of French, only a quarter of which Hermione could understand.
What she could follow expanded her knowledge of French obscenity by at least an order of magnitude. The man laughed, locked the door of the cage, and walked out.
The girls glared, and Hermione felt her knees weaken. What if she thinks our being sold as pets is perfectly normal? What if she just does not like me, because... because she's beautiful and sexy and French and I am not?
For some reason the thought was heartbreaking in a way that made the thought of being sold as a pet to some creepy Wizard or Witch seemed like almost nothing.
"Of course, it is not legal, darling." Fleur said, stroking her hair.
"Even in England, even with that pig faced Fudge, poor Politian well feeble actually and that old sow faced, frog faced Bitch Umbridge. We will get free, never fear. Just let Fleur take care of you." They huddled in the corner on a pile of straw and fell asleep.
"Of course, I'll first have to pick up something up for the Headmaster Albus Dumbledore mind you, Harry. Good man Dumbledore, he trusts me yah see then well sort you out with yah shopping and you will be all set for Hogwarts in no time." and then boomed with a laugh! An unlikely sized man beside a rather scrawny below average height boy of eleven, called Harry James Potter.
A few minutes later, after Harry re-enters the wizarding world since he was one year old and faced death in the face against Voldermort earning him the name 'The boy-who-lived' and learning that he is a Wizard, his basic History and Place in it, but it was anything but discreet it was by chaos erupting all around himself as just by entering the Leaky Cauldron.
A near riot happened as most of the patrons of the pub began jumping all over themselves to thank Harry for his courage and triumph over evil, all those years ago.
For their world had entered a state of peace time footing after those tragic events but celebrated by most and honouring the dead. Whilst having a chance to hold or shake the boy-who-lived hands or both in most cases after Tom recognized Harry as Hagrid introduced him to Tom and as Harry suspected, he was the sharpest tool in the box shouts out, "As I live and breathe its Harry! Harry Potter god bless my soul."
It was thus Harry's that then re-entry into the new world he found himself in had begun in earnest. Harry realised his life had gone from one extreme to another in his young life, obscurity to celebrity in moments and would never be the same again.
Meanwhile, Harry been following Hagrid and had walked into the courtyard via the door at the back of the Leaky Cauldron the dingy pub with its lacklustre appearance, of dust and dirt all around and about and it was that then that Harry had once again commented about how it was not a very impressive first impression to set for wizarding world of Great Britain was it for anyone or for any tourists, if any.
The entrance that would soon be revealed to Harry was located within a set of very high bricked walls on all four sides courtyard but before Hagrid revealed the entrance he, Harry had said this with a cheeky smile which was followed by laughs from them both of them, Hagrid said the best bit is yet to come and lead Harry to what looked like a non-descriptive wall part of the wall with their backs to the Leaky back-door as Harry had dubbed it in his mind and Hagrid then stated in a serious voice to Harry to remember the combination as he would need it in future to gain access the shopping district called Diagon Alley.
Harry watched the combination being entered into the wall by Hagrid gently tapping the end of his wand on certain bricks in a certain order and then suddenly, the wall coiled back into themselves to reveal a great archway that led into Diagon Alley but before Harry walk through Hagrid said out loud with a note of pride "Welcome Harry! To Diagon Alley."
After entering Diagon Alley Hagrid pointed forwards to the end of the Alley and stated "Welcome Harry, to your first important site of your and too all wizards and witches and aids in your future wizarding career. Gringotts is this way Harry, pointing towards the Bank at the end of Diagon Alley.
Just one stop then, we will get you some Galleons and then get yes, your school supplies all sorted and you will be at the fresh start and the beginning of your wizarding life.
Hermione awoke to the sound of footsteps, a heavy tread that shook the cage. She heard two voices, a boy's, and a man's; the man had a West Country accent and laughed often as he talked about owls and jackdaws and hares and rats.
She opened her eyes, realising that, one, the business with the coin and the cage and the beautiful French girl, her new friend had not been a dream, and, two, there was a giant in the room.
She hoped he was not shopping for his dinner.
But no, the huge man in the moleskin overcoat looked and sounded as honest and kind as a friendly countryman in a Famous Five or secret seven novel and the boy with him, although badly dressed, looked... very likeable, at least as boys went.
He was about her age, with unruly black hair and green eyes behind thick glasses and he had an odd scar on his forehead. There had been something about a boy and a scar, in one of her new books.
Fleur was still holding her. She liked that, it bought her comfort and companionship. "Mm, ma petite 'Ermione," the girl murmured, her breath fluttering Hermione's hair.
She supposed on some level she should be embarrassed to have a boy staring at her while she lay naked there with another girl hugging her, but at this point she almost did not care. At least there was comfort but wait! What if he buys one of us? And only one?
The boy with the scar was supposed to be famous, she muzzily remembered the giant was presumably an old family retainer. There was only one thing to do, she realised: convince him to buy both of us. He probably had the money, even if his clothes were rubbish... you never could tell what clothes meant with Wizards, anyhow. Especially Muggle clothes.
"Hagrid," the boy said, "look!"
"Hmm, I haven't never seen critters quite like them before," the giant said.
"Right pretty... Yeh like them, 'Arry?"
"Yes" he said brightly but shyly. "But... there's two of them and the letter said I could only have an owl or a cat or a toad..." His face fell.
"Don't yeh worry yeah head, lad. I will get you both for yeah."
"…But we're not pets," Hermione found herself saying. "I'm Hermione Granger, and this is Fleur Delacour." Fleur covered her mouth, very gently.
"Follow my lead, chérie," she whispered, sitting up. Louder, and exaggerating her accent, and position and pose she said "Ah, most noble 'Arry, eet would be a pleasure for 'Ermione and me to be your pets. A-'ow you say? - very great pleasure indeed."
"Are you sure, Hagrid? They must be terribly expensive." Harry said quietly.
"Of course, I'm sure. They are a pair, 'Arry. Aint right ter separate a pair of…" he paused to read the sign on their cage, his lips moving slightly…" well, a Veela an' a Selkie girl that likes each other.
Besides... well, you will understand when yeah, a bit older, like. The big man reddened slightly.
"It's a more of yeah birthdays I've missed. Do not have much else to spend money on, besides. An' your dad would want you to have 'em, wouldn't he hmmm?"
The shop keeper rushed up to Hagrid and said this two are excellent specimens of excellent quality of exotic creatures one selkie and a Veela these would need a licence and a familiar bond as required by law by the Ministry of Magic on each all included as it is for the legendary Harry Potter, I include this snowy owl and everything needed to make familiar comfortable whilst not at Hogwarts.
Harry piped up and said do you have any old clothes about to give them some dignity? Yes, young sir of course.
Upon reading the familiar bonds over the two creatures a gold outline appeared over Fleur, Hermione, and Harry. Then two gold bells which clanged a couple of times and dispersed.
Hagrid and the Shopkeeper were in shock then suddenly three letters popped through the open door attached to one owl, delivering one to Fleur, Hermione and then Harry.
Harry opened the addressed to MR, MRS & MRS POTTER, read the letter said "Fuck" and fainted. Hermione and Fleur went to grasp the letter of the floor and read the letter.
Dear Mr Potter, Mrs Fleur Potter, and Hermione Potter,
We at the Ministry of Magic have now successfully recorded you in the Marriage books and May I may be the fist to tell you that you have joined in Holy matromy whist in a bizarre way of a familiar bond to each other.
We all at the Ministry of Magic wish to express our congratulations currently on this very special day for you all.
Department of Births, Deaths, and Marriages.
Oh our parents are going to kill us and after getting over the shock of all this Hagrid sent Hermione to Tom in the Leaky Cauldron to await Harry there whist they got Harry shopping and extra funds for both Harry and the new Lady Potters. Hagrid explain whilst this isn't ideal they all needed more info.
Harry Potter had to believe it would be an impressive day and would be a little exhausted after but still looking toward to seeing his new school, Hogwarts.
Hagrid had described it as a great ancient castle in the highlands of Scotland. Far, far away from the Dursley's and the smallest bedroom at Number four Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey.
Hopeful, Harry never wished to see that horrible hellhole again and now he could he had wives to take care of after coming round.
Harry was walking next to the friendly gentle giant as they approached the Potions shop. He was wondering how they would magically travel from London to Scotland? as a second thought occurred to Harry.
How did Hagrid travel to the rock in the middle of the sea?
When even he did not now were it was located, and they had to use the same boat to leave that rock that the Dursley's used to get there.
Oh, before I forget, Hagrid searched an inner pocket for something and then proudly presented Harry with a gold ticket and spoke.
"Yeah, ticket for Hogwarts, Harry. First o' September at King's Cross it is all on yes ticket. Any problems with the Dursley's, send me a letter with yes owl, once you get one, it'll know where to find me at anytime."
A smiling Harry took the ticket and noticed a series of camera flashes out of the corner of his eye. He paused for a moment as he saw witches and wizard's holding a large black camera's that were smoking making a large plume of smoke in the air. Most turned and disappeared with a crack.
Harry blinked at the odd sight and then turned back to read the gold ticket. "London to Hogwarts? Platform nine and three-quarters at eleven o'clock?"
"That's right Harry. King's Cross station, platform nine and three-quarters at eleven o'clock, on September first. Don't be late as the Hogwarts Express leaves at exactly at eleven o'clock."
"But Hagrid? Aren't we going to Hogwarts with you later? Harry asked starting to get a little worried. Like together with you? Oh no, Harry. Professor Dumbledore gave me strict instructions to return you to your suite Hagrid answered not noticing the concern in Harry's voice and the then there's the Dursleys."
"But they are not my family, Hagrid!" Harry reasoned. "They hate me, and they hate magic even more."
I am sorry, Harry. I would love to take you back with me, but Professor Dumbledore told me to return you to the Dursley's eventually. Hagrid replied with sad eyes.
"But, after all those letters and having to travel all over the country to escape them would let you know what they are like. Then, they will be so angry, and they will cheerfully beat me to a pulp and lock me in that cupboard under the stairs and not feed me for a month." Harry pleaded looking Hagrid directly.
"Oh, if they try that, just send me a letter with your owl and I will come and sort them out." Hagrid offered. "Surely they are not that bad."
"Uncle Vernon had a shotgun!...
...and then there was an explosion with a gigantic boom! A large golden Cauldron came flying out of the potion shop of Jiggers Potion Master and Apothecary missed Hagrid but unfortunately for Harry he was covered head to toe in the potion, the potion absorbed itself throughout Harry's body after chewing though his clothes.
All of sudden Harry fainted to a heap but before Hagrid could get to him, Harry was suddenly encased in a large spheroidal shield and began rise in middle of the air and the sphere was rotating and Harry changed from his scrawny original naked form into a average height and his muscles filled out and the changed into an average naked female form and back to his original form and then to an above average form-fitting girl with long red hair, whilst his eye's remained the same emerald coloured eyes, whilst all this happened Harry was writhing within the air in the sphere, were a rather scrawny boy of eleven, called Harry James Potter was before!
A young healthy and a naked average in height girl was now in Harry's place or rather herself and then all of a sudden her eyes lit up with the appearance of emerald lightning then let out an outrageously loud piercing scream as black vapour appeared and disappeared as quick as it came, and the sphere descended to the ground...
An off-duty St Mungo's Practitioner, who was on the scene shopping as he had witnessed the big change happening whilst consulting with the potioneer he and the potioneer was at a loss to explain the change himself the only thing he could think of that the cauldron must have been faulty as it was only a standard potion and could only think that when it exploded all the potion ingredients stored in the store had mixed to make his unique potion and would be completely unrepeatable as he'd never be able to replicate the said potion or counter potion.
His scans returned that there was nothing physically wrong, apart from the change.
Once Harry awoke Harry was shocked to see that he was now a young girl, covered by Hagrid moleskin cloak oh he had the voice of a girl and all attributes, of becoming a female but had both minds of both sexes. After a change of wardrobe paid for as compensation and a twenty five percent share of the company from the potioneer which was a complete shock to the system as were the clothes themselves and as was the situation she found himself in.
The various Journalists were like vultures taking pictures and asking for quotes and firing quick questions. Harry thought to himself, I thee name myself, Rose, Lily Potter, and she spoke it aloud clear and strong internal voice. Could this day get any worse.
Quirinius Quirrel was a young wizard with a brilliant mind, he was just a professor of Muggle Studies before his travels, and now with his Mastery of Defence Against the Dark Arts and travelling experience around the world learning from diverse cultures around the world and his latest appointment at Hogwarts after finishing an expedition to Albania.
Was sat in a booth in the Leaky Cauldron awaiting Lucius Malfoy for an appointment on the premise of the advantages he could bring to Draco Malfoy's upcoming first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, to his future grades and private training and then Lucius Malfoy had just floo' ed into the Leaky Cauldron.
Lucius strolled over as if he owned the place with a look of disgust at Harry Potter and Hagrid being at completely at different end of the spectrum.
Quirinius Quirrel and Lucius Malfoy shook hands, then sat down at the table as on then Quirinius cast a privacy ward and silencing ward nexus within the air after confirming with Lucius for Permission.
Quirinius Quirrel and without preamble he was never one of those for small talk, so he cast an Imperious Curse at Lucius, and clearly stated that his mission was to infiltrate Gringotts Bank and access vault seven hundred and thirteen by any way possible and retrieve the Philosopher's Stone hidden within and if seen assassinate anyone whom get in your way and return the package to me for my master here do not be seen after retrieving the object.