ByKj Holl, writer at Creators.co

I heard a grunt and a snap. I couldn't see what was going on because all I saw was the underside of the mildew stained couch. "Sorry 'bout tha'," I heard a gruff say. 'Did he just apologize for breaking in?' I wondered with my eyebrows furrowed and a frown. I positioned myself so I could see the intruder but he couldn't see me. It was everything I could do not to scream in fear. I saw an eight foot tall man with bushy brown hair and a ragged beard. He had beetle black eyes and he wore a moleskin coat with a brown shirt and pants with black boots. His hand was the size of a large baseball mit! "Where are them two?" He whispered as his eyes scanned the room. His eyes didn't hover long on the couch because it was too small for most people. I was a bit small for my age, but oh well. His eyes stuck on Dudley and his blue pinstriped PJs. "I haven't seen ye since ye was a baby, 'Arry," the man said. I nearly busted out laughing! I was hyperventilating from not doing so. "Though you're a bit more long than I'd've expected. Partic'larly ' round the middle," the man chuckled. 'At least I'm not the only one!' I thought with a smirk.

"I-I'm not H-Harry," Dudley stuttered. He was pale with fear and was back against the wall. Harry stepped out from his hiding place, looking rather brave for facing a giant.

"I-I am," Harry stuttered with a dumb look on his face.

"Of course ye are!" The man smiled, I think. His beard covered a majority of his face. "Now where's Alex?" He asked. I rolled out from under the green couch.

"Right over here!" I smiled. The giant looked at me kindly and I heard stomping. I looked to the stairs and saw Mum and Dad coming down, looking more scared than usual. Dad had a gun. As if that would work against this guy! I scoffed inside.

"Get out of here! You are breaking and entering!" Dad pointed the rifle at the man.

"Dry up, Dursley, you great prune!" The man growled. He bent the barrel and Dad shot the ceiling. I fist pumped the air slightly. He turned back to Harry. "Here ye go. Afraid Just might've sat on it at some point, but it'll taste fine all the same," the man handed Harry a white package in blue ribbon. "Baked it myself! Words and all!" He said proudly. I looked over Harry's shoulder as he opened it. There was a chocolate cake with pink icing. In green icing read 'HAPEE BIRTHDAE, HARRY'.

"Thank you," Harry breathed. I gave him a one armed hug and Harry sat the cake on a table by the wall.

"Not every day your young man turns eleven, is it?" He winked. "Oh! I've got something else for you, and you too Alex." He handed each of us a letter, addressed exactly where were standing. The man sat on the couch and pulled out a pink umbrella. He pointed it at the mantle and three 'puffs' were heard and the fire was alight! Harry and I started in shock and admiration.

"Sorry, but who are you?" Harry and I asked at once.

"Rubeus Hagrid. Keeper of keys and grounds at Hogwarts. 'Course ye know all 'bout Hogwarts," Hagrid repositioned himself on the couch. Harry and I shook our heads. "No? Blimey, didn't you ever wonder where yer parents learnt it all?"

"Learned what?" Harry asked. I was shocked about what Hagrid had revealed. My parents went somewhere called Hogwarts. Which means I'm not a Dursley!

"You're a wizard, Harry. And a witch, Alex. You'll be right good 'ons once yer trained up a bit," Hagrid smirked. Now I know I'm not a Dursley!

"I'm sorry. You've got to be mistake. We aren't anything special. Just plain Harry and Alex," I stuttered.

"Well, plain children, did you ever make anythin' happen? Something odd when something's gone wrong?" Hagrid raised an eyebrow at us. We didn't answer, so he just nodded as if it settled everything.

"He'll not be going! We swore we'd put a stop to this rubbish when we took him in!" Vernon shouted. Harry stepped forward angrily.

"You knew and didn't tell me?!" He shouted.

"Of course we knew! Your perfect mother being who she was. We had a witch in the family, isn't it wonderful? Oh mum and dad were so proud, but I knew what she was. Nothing more than a freak! She went to that school and met Potter. Then they had you and I knew you would be just as odd. Then she got herself blown up! And we were landed with you!" Petunia spat. I jumped at her, but Harry held me back. I was angry about how she spoke of her sister's death; disgusted instead of upset.

"We were told they died in a car crash!" Harry shouted. It was Hagrid's turn to flip out.

"A car crash?! A car crash killed Lily and James Potter?! It's codswallop!" Hagrid growled.

"We had to say something," Petunia defended.

"Might as well have told him nothing for all the good it done him! Next thing you tell me'll be that Alex thinks her mum died in a fire!" Hagrid shouted. Petunia looked taken aback. Apparently she still thought I was her daughter. "Oh. I guess that spell hasn't worn off yet," Hagrid whispered.

"They are NOT going!" Vernon shouted with finality in his voice.

"I suppose a great muggle like yourself is gonna stop him, eh?" Hagrid said with sass and sarcasm in each letter.

"Muggle?" I asked confused.

"Non-magic folk," Hagrid explained calmly and turned back to Vernon. "These two have had their names down since the day they were born! They'll be going to the best school there is and they'll be under the watch of the best headmaster ever seen: Albus Dumbledore!"

"I'll not pay for some crackpot fool to teach them parlor tricks!" Vernon was purple. Hagrid straightened up and looked dangerous as he pointed his umbrella at Vernon.

"Never. Insult. Albus Dumbledore. In front. Of me," Hagrid snarled. He pointed his umbrella at Dudley, who was eating Harry's cake face first, and gave him a pig's tail! I was laughing so hard that I was on the floor and Petunia, Vernon, and Dudley were screaming bloody murderer. "You two can kip under this. We leave in the morning," Hagrid gave us his coat, which was big enough for three Dudleys! I thanked him and laid on the sheet and under the coat, next to Harry. Hagrid slept on the couch and Dudley slept with his parents.

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