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Harry's curiosity got the better of him, and he asked, "What does Muggle mean?" But he quickly clapped his hand over his mouth, afraid of the Dursleys' reaction.
However, Hagrid's terrified expression made Harry realize that it was now his turn to be afraid. "Non-magic folks!" Hagrid replied, his voice hasty.
Just then, Hagrid rummaged through his black overcoat and pulled out a slightly squashed box. "Got something for you here," he said with a smile. "Might have sat on it at some point, but it'll taste all right." He beamed at Harry. "A very Happy Birthday to You, Harry!"
Harry's trembling fingers opened the box, revealing a large, sticky chocolate cake with "Happy Birthday Harry" written on it in green icing. The sweet aroma wafted up, making Harry's eyes widen with delight.
As Harry gazed at the cake, tears welled up in his eyes. He couldn't believe it - his very own cake! Something he had longed for, yet never thought possible. "My very own cake!!" Harry thought happily, his heart swelling with joy.
"Thank you so much, Hagrid," Harry said, his voice trembling with emotion. Hagrid noticed Harry's reaction was a bit over-the-top, but Albus had warned him about the Dursleys' treatment of Harry.
Just then, Harry began to shiver, and Hagrid quickly took out his umbrella. With a flick of his wrist and a few whispered words, the fireplace roared to life, warmth spreading throughout the room. Harry smiled encouragingly.
As Harry devoured the cake, he offered a slice to Hagrid, who accepted with a grin. But when Harry offered some to the Dursleys, they rudely declined, their faces scowling in disgust. Harry didn't understand why they refused, but he didn't let it dampen his spirits. He was too busy savoring the sweet taste of his very own birthday cake.
Hagrid's eyes sparkled with excitement as he asked, "So, Harry, didn't you get the letter?" Harry shifted nervously, and Hagrid's expression turned to concern. "I hope you know you're a wizard," he said, his voice gentle.
Harry sheepishly nodded, and the Dursleys looked on in shock. "Well, I had an idea that I was different," Harry added, "but things from the last few days have convinced me that I am a wizard."
But then, Harry's expression turned stern, and he fixed Petunia with a pointed stare. "You knew, didn't you?" he accused, his voice trembling with anger. "You knew I was a wizard, right?!" The bottled-up anger inside Harry finally erupted, and he glared at Petunia, demanding answers.
Petunia's eyes widened in fear, and she took a step back, but Harry's gaze remained fixed on her, his eyes blazing with a mix of emotions. The air was electric with tension as Harry waited for her response.
"Knew!" Aunt Petunia shrieked, her face reddening with rage. "Knew! Of course we knew! How could you not be, my dratted sister being what she was?" She spat out the words, her eyes blazing with resentment.
"Oh, she got a letter just like that and disappeared off to that — that school — and came home every vacation with her pockets full of frog spawn, turning teacups into rats." Petunia's voice dripped with venom, her words tumbling out in a torrent.
"I was the only one who saw her for what she was — a freak!" she exclaimed, her tone laced with malice. "But for my mother and father, oh no, it was Lily this and Lily that, they were proud of having a witch in the family!" Petunia's anger seemed to know no bounds, her words pouring out like a pent-up flood.
She paused to draw a deep breath, her chest heaving with emotion, before continuing her rant. It seemed she had been waiting years to unleash this tirade, and now that she had started, she couldn't stop herself. The room was electric with tension as Petunia's words hung in the air, a toxic cloud of resentment and anger.
"Then she met that Potter at school and they left and got married and had you, and of course I knew you'd be just the same, just as strange, just as — as — abnormal — and then, if you please, she went and got herself blown up and we got landed with you!" Aunt Petunia's words were laced with venom and anger, her face twisted in a scowl.
Harry's face had gone very white, his eyes wide with shock. As soon as he found his voice, he exclaimed, "Blown up? You told me they died in a car crash!" The revelation was a surprise, even though Harry had suspected it.
"CAR CRASH!" Hagrid roared, jumping up from his seat so angrily that the Dursleys scuttled back to their corner, looking frightened. "How could a car crash kill Lily and James Potter? It's an outrage! A scandal! Harry Potter not knowin' his own story when every kid in our world knows his name!" Hagrid's anger was palpable, his face red with indignation.
"But why? What happened?" Harry asked urgently, his mind racing with questions. He knew he was a wizard and that something malicious had happened to his family, but why were there so many secrets and stories surrounding it?
The anger faded from Hagrid's face, replaced by a look of sudden anxiety. "I never expected this," he said in a low, worried voice. "I had no idea, when Dumbledore told me there might be trouble gettin' hold of yeh, how much yeh didn't know."
Hagrid's eyes darted towards the Dursleys, his expression disapproving. "Ah, Harry, I don't know if I'm the right person to tell yeh—but someone's gotta—you can't go off to Hogwarts not knowin'." He paused, collecting his thoughts.
"Well, it's best yeh know as much as I can tell yeh—mind, I can't tell yeh everything, it's a great mystery, parts of it..." Hagrid's voice trailed off, leaving Harry even more curious and eager to learn the truth.
Hagrid sat down, staring into the fire for a few seconds, collecting his thoughts. "It begins, I suppose, with — with a person called — but it's incredible yeh don't know his name, everyone in our world knows —" He paused, hesitant to continue.
"Who?" Harry asked, his curiosity piqued.
Hagrid's expression turned uneasy. "Well — I don't like sayin' the name if I can help it. No one does."
"Why not?" Harry pressed, sensing that something was off.
Hagrid's voice dropped to a whisper. "Gulpin' gargoyles, Harry, people are still scared. Blimey, this is difficult. See, there was this wizard who went... bad. As bad as you could go. Worse. Worse than worse. His name was..." Hagrid gulped, but no words came out.
"Could you write it down?" Harry suggested, his eyes fixed on Hagrid's struggling face.
As Hagrid spoke, a vivid scene unfolded in Harry's mind. The same sun he had seen the previous night, before the green light, now shone down on a shadowy figure, revealing his face in stark detail. The face was a twisted and sinister sight, etched in Harry's mind like a dark etching.
The skin was deathly pale, pulled taut over the skull, and seemed almost translucent in the light. The eyes gleamed with malevolence, a piercing, snake-like yellow with vertical pupils that seemed to bore into Harry's soul. The nose was flat and serpentine, and the lips were thin and cruel, curled into a perpetual sneer.
Two jagged, lightning-shaped scars above the left eyebrow seemed to pulse with a dark energy, as if they were a manifestation of the figure's own evil power. The overall effect was one of chilling, reptilian menace, as if the figure were a creature more snake than human.
Harry's mind reeled as he gazed at the face, his heart racing with a mix of fear and fascination. Who was this sinister figure, and what was his connection to Harry's parents and their mysterious deaths? The questions swirled in Harry's mind like a vortex, drawing him deeper into the darkness.
" Nah, can't spell it either," Hagrid muttered, "Ok, I'll only say it one time—" But before he could finish, both Hagrid and Harry said together, "Voldemort." Hagrid's eyes widened in astonishment. "Harry, how do you know?" he asked, his voice full of wonder.
Harry shrugged nonchalantly and said, "I just now saw his ghostly face." His calm and mature tone sent a shiver down Hagrid's spine. How could a young boy like Harry be so composed when mentioning the Dark Lord's name?
Hagrid's eyes narrowed, intrigued by Harry's composure. "You saw his face, yeh say?" he asked, his voice low and serious. Harry nodded, his expression serene.
Hagrid shuddered at the memory. "Don't make me say it again. Anyway, this — this wizard, about twenty years ago now, started lookin' fer followers. Got 'em, too — some were afraid, some just wanted a bit o' his power, 'cause he was gettin' himself power, all right."
Hagrid's voice dropped to a whisper, as if he feared being overheard. "Dark days, Harry. Didn't know who ter trust, didn't dare get friendly with strange wizards or witches... terrible things happened. He was takin' over."
Hagrid's eyes clouded over, his expression grim. " 'Course, some stood up to him — an' he killed 'em. Horribly. One o' the only safe places left was Hogwarts. Reckon Dumbledore's the only one You-Know-Who was afraid of. Didn't dare try takin' the school, not jus' then, anyway."
Hagrid's words painted a vivid picture of a wizarding world in turmoil, where fear and mistrust reigned supreme. Harry's eyes were wide with wonder and horror, his mind struggling to comprehend the evil that Hagrid described.
"Now, yer mum an' dad were as good a witch an' wizard as I ever knew," Hagrid said, his voice filled with admiration. "Head boy an' girl at Hogwarts in their day! Suppose the myst'ry is why You-Know-Who never tried to get 'em on his side before... probably knew they were too close ter Dumbledore ter want anythin' ter do with the Dark Side."
Hagrid's eyes seemed to cloud over, lost in thought. "Maybe he thought he could persuade 'em... maybe he just wanted 'em outta the way. All anyone knows is, he turned up in the village where you was all living, on Halloween ten years ago. You was just a year old."
Hagrid's voice cracked, and he suddenly pulled out a very dirty, spotted handkerchief and blew his nose with a sound like a foghorn. The loud noise made Harry jump, and Hagrid's eyes apologized for the sudden outburst.
"Sorry," Hagrid said, his voice cracking with emotion. "But it's that sad — knew yer mum an' dad, an' nicer people yeh couldn't find... anyway..."
Hagrid took a deep breath before continuing. "You-Know-Who killed 'em. An' then — an' this is the real myst'ry of the thing — he tried to kill you, too. Wanted ter make a clean job of it, I suppose, or maybe he just liked killin' by then."
Hagrid's eyes seemed to bore into Harry's soul. "But he couldn't do it. Never wondered how you got that mark on yer forehead? That was no ordinary cut. That's what yeh get when a powerful, evil curse touches yeh — took care of yer mum an' dad an' yer house, even — but it didn't work on you, an' that's why yer famous, Harry."
Hagrid's voice dropped to a whisper. "No one ever lived after he decided ter kill 'em, no one except you, an' he'd killed some o' the best witches an' wizards of the age — the McKinnons, the Bones, the Prewetts — an' you was only a baby, an' you lived." The weight of Hagrid's words hung in the air, a solemn reminder of the evil that had torn Harry's family apart.
Something very painful was going on in Harry's mind. As Hagrid's story came to a close, he saw again the blinding flash of green light, more clearly than he had ever remembered it before — and he remembered something else, for the first time in his life: a high, cold, cruel laugh.
Hagrid's voice brought him back to the present. "Took yeh from the ruined house myself, on Dumbledore's orders. Brought yeh ter this lot..."
"Load of old tosh," Uncle Vernon sneered, his courage seemingly restored. Harry jumped, having almost forgotten that the Dursleys were still in the room. Uncle Vernon's face was red with indignation, his fists clenched as he glared at Hagrid.
"How dare you!" he spluttered. "How dare you come into my house and spin this ridiculous yarn!"
Hagrid's face remained calm, but his eyes flashed with a warning. "Don't yeh dare interrupt me, Vernon Dursley," he growled. "Yeh're talkin' about things yeh don't understand."
"Now, you listen here, boy," Uncle Vernon snarled, his face twisted in a scowl. "I accept there's something strange about you, probably nothing a good beating wouldn't have cured — and as for all this about your parents, well, they were weirdos, no denying it, and the world's better off without them in my opinion — asked for all they got, getting mixed up with these wizarding types — just what I expected, always knew they'd come to a sticky end —"
But at that moment, Hagrid leapt from the sofa, his eyes blazing with anger. He drew a battered pink umbrella from inside his coat and pointed it at Uncle Vernon like a sword. "I'm warning you, Dursley — I'm warning you — one more word..." Hagrid's voice was low and menacing, his gaze daring Uncle Vernon to continue his tirade.
The room fell silent, the only sound the heavy breathing of the two men as they faced off against each other. The air was thick with tension, and Harry could feel the magic in the room, waiting to be unleashed.
But then, Harry's calm voice changed to an angry voice; Harry had never spoken to anyone in such a voice before. "You - Better - Not insult - My Parents!!" he thundered, his eyes blazing with fury.
The whole hut began to shake as if an earthquake had occurred, the winds started to blow more and it became quieter and quieter. The atmosphere was electric with tension, and Hagrid knew he had to act fast to calm Harry down.
Hagrid placed his hand on Harry's shoulder comfortingly. "Hey, hey, it's okay, Harry," he said softly. Harry flinched reflexively, but then relaxed as he realized it was just Hagrid.
In that moment, Harry's feelings towards Hagrid became clear. Hagrid seemed to be more than just a guide or a fun uncle to have around. He was more like a big brother or a father figure to Harry. Someone who cared for him, protected him, and understood him. Harry's anger subsided, replaced by a sense of gratitude and affection for Hagrid.
In danger of being speared on the end of an umbrella by a bearded giant, Uncle Vernon's courage failed again; he flattened himself against the wall and fell silent.
"That's better," said Hagrid, breathing heavily and sitting back down on the sofa, which this time sagged right down to the floor.
Harry, meanwhile, still had questions to ask, hundreds of them. "But what happened to Vol-, sorry - I mean, You-Know-Who?" he asked eagerly.
"Good question, Harry," Hagrid replied. "Disappeared. Vanished. Same night he tried ter kill you. Makes yeh even more famous. That's the biggest myst'ry, see... he was gettin' more an' more powerful - why'd he go?"
Hagrid shook his head, his eyes clouded with thought. "Some say he died. Codswallop, in my opinion. Dunno if he had enough human left in him to die. Some say he's still out there, bidin' his time, like, but I don't believe it. People who was on his side came back ter ours. Some of 'em came outta hiding, others... well, others got punished."
Hagrid's eyes seemed to bore into the past, his expression grim. "But the fact remains, Harry, You-Know-Who vanished, an' nobody knows where he is or what he's doin'."
"Most of us reckon he's still out there somewhere but lost his powers. Too weak to carry on. 'Cause somethin' about you finished him, Harry. There was somethin' goin' on that night he hadn't counted on — I dunno what it was, no one does — but somethin' about you stumped him, all right."
Hagrid's words hung in the air, leaving Harry to grapple with the weight of his past. But before he could process anything, Vernon seized the opportunity to intervene once again.
"Haven't I told you he's not going?" he hissed, his voice dripping with malice. "He's going to Stonewall High and he'll be grateful for it. I've read those letters and he needs all sorts of rubbish — spell books and wands and —"
Vernon's words were like a slap in the face, jolting Harry back to the present. He felt a surge of anger and frustration, but Hagrid's calm demeanor anchored him. "Don't you worry, Harry," Hagrid said softly. "You'll get to Hogwarts, all right. And you'll learn all about magic, and your parents, and yourself."
"If he wants ter go, a great Muggle like you won't stop him," growled Hagrid, his eyes flashing with anger. "Stop Lily an' James Potter's son goin' ter Hogwarts! Yer mad. His name's been down ever since he was born. He's off ter the finest school of witchcraft and wizardry in the world. Seven years there and he won't know himself. He'll be with youngsters of his own sort, fer a change, an' he'll be under the greatest headmaster Hogwarts ever had, Albus Dumbled —"
But Uncle Vernon was beyond reason. "I AM NOT PAYING FOR SOME CRACKPOT OLD FOOL TO TEACH HIM MAGIC TRICKS!" he yelled, his face red with rage.
But he had finally gone too far. Hagrid seized his umbrella and whirled it over his head, his eyes blazing with fury. "NEVER —" he thundered, "— INSULT — ALBUS — DUMBLEDORE — IN — FRONT — OF — ME!" The air was electric with tension as Hagrid's voice echoed off the walls, his umbrella quivering with indignation.
He brought the umbrella swishing down through the air to point at Dudley — there was a flash of violet light, a sound like a firecracker, a sharp squeal, and the next second, Dudley was dancing on the spot with his hands clasped over his fat bottom, howling in pain.
"Ah, dear me!" Hagrid exclaimed, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Seems I got a bit carried away!"
When he turned his back on them, Harry saw a curly pig's tail poking through a hole in his trousers. Uncle Vernon roared, his face purpling with rage. "You'll pay for this, you freak!" he bellowed, shaking his fist at Hagrid.
Pulling Aunt Petunia and Dudley into the other room, he cast one last terrified look at Hagrid and slammed the door behind them.
Hagrid looked down at his umbrella and stroked his beard, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "Shouldn'ta lost me temper," he said ruefully, "but it didn't work anyway. Meant ter turn him into a pig, but I suppose he was so much like a pig anyway there wasn't much left ter do."
He cast a sideways look at Harry under his bushy eyebrows, a glint of amusement in his eye. "Well, Harry, looks like we're in fer a bit of a wild ride, eh?"
"Be grateful if yeh didn't mention that ter anyone at Hogwarts," he said, his voice a little lower. "I'm — er — not supposed ter do magic, strictly speakin'. I was allowed ter do a bit ter follow yeh an' get yer letters to yeh an' stuff — one o' the reasons I was so keen ter take on the job —"
Harry's curiosity was piqued. "Why aren't you supposed to do magic?" he asked, his eyes wide with wonder.
Hagrid hesitated, looking around nervously. "Oh, well — I was at Hogwarts meself but I — er — got expelled, ter tell yeh the truth. In me third year. They snapped me wand in half an' everything. But Dumbledore let me stay on as gamekeeper. Great man, Dumbledore."
Harry's eyes grew even wider. "Why were you expelled?" he asked, his voice full of excitement.
But Hagrid quickly changed the subject. "It's gettin' late and we've got lots ter do tomorrow," he said loudly. "Gotta get up ter town, get all yer books an' that."
Harry noticed the way the topic was changed, and he thought to himself that he would wait until Hagrid was ready to share more about his past. But for now, there were more pressing matters to attend to. "In all this, your letter was left behind," Hagrid said, pulling out a crumpled envelope from his pocket. "I was supposed to deliver it to you, but I reckon it got overlooked in the chaos."
Harry shook his head, a hint of a smile on his face. "I had already received the letter, which I read secretly, away from all these people," he said, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "But it seems that you did not get my letter."
Hagrid's eyes widened in surprise, but then a warm smile spread across his face. "Obviously," he chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement.
Then, Hagrid took out a parchment from his pocket and began to write in bold, sloppy letters: DEAR PROFESSOR DUMBLEDORE, I HOPE YOU ARE WELL. HARRY ALREADY HAD LETTER BUT STILL THERE WERE SOME DIFFICULTIES BUT ALL SORTED. WILL TAKE HARRY TO SHOPPING TOMORROW. HAGRID.
As he finished writing, Hagrid looked up at Harry with a grin. "All sorted, then!" he exclaimed, his voice booming with excitement.
Then Hagrid took out a live owl from the pockets of his cloak, which looked quite annoyed, as something was stuck in its claws, which Harry noticed immediately. He gently freed the owl, and it gave Harry a grateful look, nipping his hand with affection. Harry petted the owl, and to his surprise, it nuzzled his hand, seeming to enjoy the attention. Hagrid watched the encounter with a perplexed expression, but said nothing.
After a moment, Hagrid let the owl go, and it spread its wings, flying out into the stormy night, disappearing into the darkness. Harry watched it go, feeling a sense of wonder.
"I know you want to ask a lot of things, but for now, I'll only say this much: you need sleep right now," Hagrid said, his voice low and gentle. "Tomorrow's going to be a busy day."
He handed Harry his coat, which Harry took gratefully, still feeling a bit dazed. He couldn't believe all that had happened, and he couldn't shake the feeling that it was all just a dream. But as he looked at Hagrid, he knew it was real.
"Thanks, Hagrid," Harry said, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Just get some rest, Harry," Hagrid replied, his eyes twinkling in the dim light. "We'll have plenty of time to talk tomorrow."
And with that, Harry drifted off to sleep, his mind racing with questions and wonder.
"Wow, today's the day!" exclaimed Ginny, bouncing up and down with excitement. "We're finally going to Diagon Alley!"
"I don't understand why you're so excited, dear," said Molly, shaking her head. "Ron's leaving for Hogwarts soon, and you're going to miss him."
But Ginny just grinned mischievously. "Oh, I'll miss him all right, but I'm also excited to get some new school supplies!"
Just then, a loud bang echoed through the room, making everyone jump. "FRED AND GEORGE WEASLEY!!!" shouted Molly, exasperated.
The twins looked sheepish, but only for a moment. "Blame it on the degnoming charm we were trying out," said Fred, grinning.
But before they could get away with it, Percy Weasley walked in, his hair a bright turquoise. "What's going on here?" he demanded, his eyes narrowing at his brothers.
And then the scolding began, with Molly lecturing Fred and George about their pranks and Percy getting frustrated because he wanted to go to Diagon Alley too.
"I refuse to go!" Percy said, crossing his arms.
But Ginny and Ron were determined. "We want to go today!" they chorused.
After a lot of debate, Molly finally relented. "Fine, we'll go today and tomorrow too. And Ginny, you can come with us both days."
Ginny let out a whoop of excitement, while Ron just rolled his eyes good-naturedly. "Guess we're in for a wild ride," he said, grinning.
Ginny felt a strong urge to accompany Ron to Diagon Alley that day. She had been persistent and determined, and eventually, her mother had to accept defeat. "Fine, you can come with us," Molly had said, exasperated.
Ginny had always been an independent spirit, often prioritizing her own interests over traditional feminine pursuits. She had a passion for Quidditch and would secretly practice flying at night or early in the morning when everyone was asleep. As the only girl in a family of seven, she often felt like she was treated like a baby, and living with six brothers could be challenging.
Despite her family's loving but chaotic dynamics, Ginny had always felt like an outsider. She never quite fit in with her siblings, and her parents' attempts to mold her into a more traditional young lady often fell flat. She had few friends, except for Luna Lovegood, who lived nearby. However, since Luna's mother passed away last year, she had become increasingly distant.
Ginny longed for a genuine friend, someone who understood her unique spirit and shared her passions. She felt like an outsider even within her own family, and her desire for a true friend was palpable. Little did she know, her life was about to take a dramatic turn, and she would soon find herself surrounded by people who appreciated her individuality.
Mrs. Weasley, a loving mother of seven, had always been devoted to her children. Her eldest son, Bill, had grown up and moved away to Egypt, where he worked as a curse-breaker for Gringotts. Molly remembered the day he left, feeling a mix of pride and sadness.
"I'm going to miss you so much, Bill," she had said, tearfully.
"I know, Mum, but I have to do this," Bill had replied, hugging her tightly. "I'll be fine, don't worry."
But it was impossible for Molly not to worry. Bill was her child, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of responsibility for his well-being. She knew he was grown up now, but the distance between them made her anxious.
"I just wish he wasn't so far away," she would often say to her husband, Arthur.
"He's doing what he loves, Molly," Arthur would reassure her. "And he's making a name for himself in the wizarding world."
Molly knew Arthur was right, but it didn't make it any easier. She missed Bill dearly, and the distance between them felt like an eternity.
Molly's worries didn't end with Bill, as her second son, Charlie, had also left the nest to work with dragons in Dragon Reserve, Romania. She had always been protective of her children, and the thought of Charlie working with such dangerous creatures made her anxious.
"Charlie, please be careful," she had said, her voice trembling with worry.
"Don't worry, Mum, I'll be fine," Charlie had replied, grinning confidently.
But Molly couldn't help but worry, especially since Charlie was so far away. She missed him dearly and feared for his safety every day.
Then there was Percy, her third son, who had always been driven to succeed. He was perfect in his work and had a bright future ahead of him, but Molly sometimes worried that he was too perfect and might become disconnected from the family.
"Percy, don't forget about us, dear," she would say, trying to keep him grounded.
But Percy had no doubts about his future and was confident in his abilities. Molly could already see him sitting at the table of a Ministry Official, his ambition and determination driving him forward.
"I'll make you proud, Mum," Percy would say, his eyes shining with confidence.
Molly smiled, knowing that her children were growing up and making their own ways in the world, but she couldn't help but feel a sense of loss and worry as they left the nest.
The twins, Fred and George, had always been a handful for Molly. She knew that they were destined for something more than a desk job, but the path they chose was often difficult and unpredictable. Molly was torn between supporting their dreams and worrying about the risks they took.
"If I oppose them, they'll just try harder and might get into more trouble," she would think to herself. "But if I don't oppose them, they might never reach their full potential."
Then there was Ron, her youngest son. Each of her children had a special quality that made them unique, and Ron's was his loyalty and ability to make things happen. However, Ron had a habit of underestimating himself, which often held him back.
"Ron, you're so much more capable than you think you are," Molly would say, trying to boost his confidence.
But it was important for Ron to recognize his own abilities and potential. Molly knew that she couldn't do it for him, no matter how much she wanted to.
"You have to believe in yourself, Ron," she would say, encouragingly. "You have so much to offer."
Molly hoped that with time and experience, Ron would learn to trust himself and reach his full potential. She knew that it wouldn't be easy, but she was determined to support him every step of the way.
Ginny, the youngest of the Weasley clan, was a returning daughter who had always been pampered by her mother, Molly. As the only girl in a family of seven, Molly had always wanted to fulfill all of Ginny's dreams and make her happy. However, Ginny's personality was different from what Molly had expected. Unlike her brothers, Ginny was not interested in traditional ladylike activities and was quite independent.
"Ginny, why don't you eat more?" Molly would ask, worried about her daughter's slender frame.
"I'm not hungry, Mum," Ginny would reply, shrugging her shoulders.
Molly knew that Ginny was different, and she admired her daughter's spirit. Ginny was a free spirit who loved flying and was happiest when she was on her broomstick. Molly had always known this, even when Ginny was just a little girl.
"I've seen you flying, Ginny," Molly would say, smiling. "You're so happy when you're on your broomstick."
Ginny would just grin and nod, knowing that her mother understood her in a way that no one else did. Molly knew that Ginny's happiness lay in flying, and she was determined to support her daughter's passion, no matter what.
But there was another aspect of Ginny's personality that Molly had observed - her attachment to Harry Potter. While her brothers were fascinated by Harry's stories and adventures, Ginny was more interested in Harry himself. She would ask about his family, his well-being, and his happiness. She even refused to celebrate Halloween, a holiday that her brothers loved, because she knew that Harry had had a difficult time on that day in the past.
"Ginny, why are you so worried about Harry?" Molly would ask, curious about her daughter's concern.
"I just feel like he's been through so much, Mum," Ginny would reply, her eyes filled with empathy.
Molly knew that Ginny's feelings went beyond a mere crush. There was a genuine care and concern for Harry's well-being that Molly had not seen in her other children. And Ginny was more mature than her age, which made Molly even more worried.
"Come on, Ron, Ginny, take some floo powder in your hand and speak carefully," Molly said, as they prepared to leave for Diagon Alley.
"Okay, Mum!" Ron and Ginny chimed in unison, their faces excited.
And with that, the three of them left for the Leaky Cauldron, ready to start their adventure.
Harry's eyes fluttered open, and he thought to himself, "Please, not a dream." He had been having the most wonderful dream, and he didn't want it to end. But as he sat up and felt the warm rays of the sun on his face, he knew it was time to get up.
"Just not a dream," he whispered to himself, hoping that some part of it might be real.
As he stood up, Hagrid's coat fell off his head, and he saw that Hagrid was still fast asleep. Harry usually woke up early, with the sun rising, to do his morning exercise and meditation. But today, he had overslept.
Harry had been dedicated to his morning exercise routine for a long time, ever since he read about physiology at the age of 8. Initially, he would only go for runs, gradually increasing the distance as he got older. He would wake up between 5 and 5:30 am and run around a mile, which eventually became a longer distance. After his run, he would do some stretching, yoga, and meditation to center himself.
After his morning routine, Harry would take a bath around 7 am and help clean the house. He would then prepare breakfast, which was usually ready by 8 am, as Uncle Vernon would leave for the office at 9 am. Despite his busy schedule, Harry always made time for his studies.
However, Harry's dedication to exercise and meditation had gotten him into trouble a few days ago, earning him a punishment. Nevertheless, he continued to prioritize his physical and mental well-being, knowing it was essential for his overall health and happiness.
Harry heard the soft tapping sound and looked up to see a beautiful barn owl perched on the nest. He gently let it in and petted it affectionately, feeling an instant connection. The owl nuzzled his hand, and Harry noticed it was holding a newspaper in its beak. "Ah, you want something in return, don't you?" Harry said with a smile.
"Yes, I think it wants some payment," Hagrid observed, watching the scene with interest.
Harry offered the owl 5 nuts and some little bronze coins, which it accepted graciously. He also gave it some water to drink, and as he bid the owl farewell, he caressed it one last time. Hagrid watched in amazement, thinking to himself, "Harry has some special connection with owls."
After the owl left, Hagrid turned to Harry and said, "Well, let's have some breakfast, shall we?" He made some tea and handed Harry some sausages. As they ate, the storm from the previous night had cleared, leaving the air calm and pleasant.
"Harry, it's time to leave now," Hagrid said, finishing his tea. "We have a lot to buy, and I'll answer any questions you have on the way."
Harry nodded, eager to start their adventure. He quickly wrote a note to Uncle Vernon, saying he would return home by tonight, and then they both set off on the boat, ready to explore the wizarding world.
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