Harry Potter The Unseen Heroine

"Most of us reckon he is. But he's lost his powers. Too weak to carry on. 'Cause somethin' about your brother here finished him." Hagrid turned back to Harry, a look warmth and respect blazing in his eyes . "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."

At this I got incredibly curious. How had Harry survived this man? If this world was true, had he used magic as a baby to protect himself? And what about me, why hadn't this Voldemort tried to kill me?

"Hagrid," Harry's quiet response brought me out of my thinking, and back to the matter at hand, "I think you must have made a mistake. I don't think I can be a wizard."

Hagrid chuckled at this.

"Not a wizard, eh? Never made things happen when you was scared or angry?"

At that I thought back to the boa constrictor incident, and all the other strange thing's over our live times. It wasn't a gust of wind that had carried us onto the school roof, we had...teleported. Harry looked to have realized this to and smiled at Hagrid.

"See?" said Hagrid. "Harry Potter, not a wizard — you wait, you'll be right famous at Hogwarts." Hagrid told Harry then turned to me. "Both of you will."

"Haven't I told you there not going?" Uncle Vernon hissed out of nowhere. "There going to Stonewall High and they'll be grateful for it. I've read those letters and they'll need all sorts of rubbish — spell books and wands and —"

"If they want ter go, a great Muggle like you won't stop them," growled Hagrid. "Stop Lily an' James Potter's kids goin' ter Hogwarts! Yer mad. There name's been down ever since they was born. There off ter the finest school of witchcraft and wizardry in the world. Seven years there and they won't know himself. They'll be with youngsters of there own sort, fer a change, an' they'll be under the greatest headmaster Hogwarts ever had Albus Dumbled—"

"I AM NOT PAYING FOR SOME CRACKPOT OLD FOOL TO TEACH HIM MAGIC TRICKS!" yelled Uncle Vernon, and this time. He'd crossed the line, at least the way Hagrid looked as he pulled back out his pink umbrella.

"NEVER — INSULT — ALBUS — DUMBLEDORE — IN — FRONT — OF — ME!" He roared at Uncle Vernon. Then very quickly pointed his umbrella at Dudley. There was a flash of violet light, a loud cracking sound, a painful cry from Dudley. He started to dance around and I noticed a...pig tail sticking through his trousers.

Uncle Vernon gave a roar then pulled Aunt Petunia and Dudley into the backroom, not before giving Hagrid one last terrified look. Then the door slammed shut, and the Dursley's were gone.

Hagrid looked down at his umbrella and began stroking his beard, Harry looked amazed at seeing magic, while I gave a little laugh.

"Brilliant." I said.

"Shouldn'ta lost me temper," Hagrid 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."

"Still brilliant." I again said.

"Be grateful if yeh didn't mention that ter anyone at Hogwarts," he told us. "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."

"Why aren't you supposed to do magic?" Harry asked.

"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."

"Why were you expelled?" Harry asked.

"Harry, don't ask the man personal questions like that." I said as I saw the look of discomfort on Hagrid's face.

"Oh, your right Sorry." Harry said.

"It's gettin' late and we've got lots ter do tomorrow," said Hagrid trying to change the subject. "Gotta get up ter town, get all yer books an' that."

"Our there lot's of books sir?" I asked excitedly.

"Plenty, though I was never one for much readin. Pefered field work myself."

"What kind of field work?" I asked.

"Magical creatures, now I know you've both got plenty of questions. But like I said we got lots ter do tomorrow."

He took off his thick black coat and threw it to us.

"You can kip under that," he said. "Don' mind if it wriggles a bit, I think I still got a couple o' doormice in one o' the pockets."

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