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"Er -- no," said Harry.

 

Hagrid looked shocked.

 

"Sorry," Harry said quickly.

 

"Sony?" barked Hagrid, turning to stare at the Dursleys, who shrank back

into the shadows. "It' s them as should be sorry! I knew yeh weren't

gettin' yer letters but I never thought yeh wouldn't even know abou'

Hogwarts, fer cryin' out loud! Did yeh never wonder where yet parents

learned it all?"

 

"All what?" asked Harry.

 

"ALL WHAT?" Hagrid thundered. "Now wait jus' one second!"

 

He had leapt to his feet. In his anger he seemed to fill the whole hut.

The Dursleys were cowering against the wall.

 

"Do you mean ter tell me," he growled at the Dursleys, "that this boy --

this boy! -- knows nothin' abou' -- about ANYTHING?"

 

Harry thought this was going a bit far. He had been to school, after

all, and his marks weren't bad.

 

"I know some things," he said. "I can, you know, do math and stuff." But

Hagrid simply waved his hand and said, "About our world, I mean. Your

world. My world. Yer parents' world."

 

"What world?"

 

Hagrid looked as if he was about to explode.

 

"DURSLEY!" he boomed.

 

Uncle Vernon, who had gone very pale, whispered something that sounded

like "Mimblewimble." Hagrid stared wildly at Harry.

 

"But yeh must know about yet mom and dad," he said. "I mean, they're

famous. You're famous."

 

"What? My -- my mom and dad weren't famous, were they?"

 

"Yeh don' know... yeh don' know..." Hagrid ran his fingers through his

hair, fixing Harry with a bewildered stare.

 

"Yeh don' know what yeh are?" he said finally.

 

Uncle Vernon suddenly found his voice.

 

"Stop!" he commanded. "Stop right there, sit! I forbid you to tell the

boy anything!"

 

A braver man than Vernon Dursley would have quailed under the furious

look Hagrid now gave him; when Hagrid spoke, his every syllable trembled

with rage.

 

"You never told him? Never told him what was in the letter Dumbledore

left fer him? I was there! I saw Dumbledore leave it, Dursley! An'

you've kept it from him all these years?"

 

"Kept what from me?" said Harry eagerly.

 

"STOP! I FORBID YOU!" yelled Uncle Vernon in panic.

 



Aunt Petunia gave a gasp of horror.

 

"Ah, go boil yet heads, both of yeh," said Hagrid. "Harry -- yet a

wizard."

 

There was silence inside the hut. Only the sea and the whistling wind

could be heard.

 

"-- a what?" gasped Harry.

 

"A wizard, o' course," said Hagrid, sitting back down on the sofa, which

groaned and sank even lower, "an' a thumpin' good'un, I'd say, once

yeh've been trained up a bit. With a mum an' dad like yours, what else

would yeh be? An' I reckon it's abou' time yeh read yer letter."

 

Harry stretched out his hand at last to take the yellowish envelope,

addressed in emerald green to Mr. H. Potter, The Floor, Hut-on-the-Rock,

The Sea. He pulled out the letter and read:

 

HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

 

Headmaster: ALBUS DUMBLEDORE

 

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme

Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

 

Dear Mr. Potter,

 

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts

School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all

necessary books and equipment.

 

Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.

Yours sincerely,

 

Minerva McGonagall,

 

Deputy Headmistress

 

Questions exploded inside Harry's head like fireworks and he couldn't

decide which to ask first. After a few minutes he stammered, "What does

it mean, they await my owl?"

 

"Gallopin' Gorgons, that reminds me," said Hagrid, clapping a hand to

his forehead with enough force to knock over a cart horse, and from yet

another pocket inside his overcoat he pulled an owl -- a real, live,

rather ruffled-looking owl -- a long quill, and a roll of parchment.

With his tongue between his teeth he scribbled a note that Harry could

read upside down:

 

Dear Professor Dumbledore,

 

Given Harry his letter.

 

Taking him to buy his things tomorrow.

 

Weather's horrible. Hope you're Well.

 

Hagrid

 

Hagrid rolled up the note, gave it to the owl, which clamped it in its

beak, went to the door, and threw the owl out into the storm. Then he

came back and sat down as though this was as normal as talking on the

telephone.

 

Harry realized his mouth was open and closed it quickly.

 

"Where was I?" said Hagrid, but at that moment, Uncle Vernon, still

ashen-faced but looking very angry, moved into the firelight.

 

"He's not going," he said.

 

Hagrid grunted.

 

"I'd like ter see a great Muggle like you stop him," he said.

 

"A what?" said Harry, interested.

 

"A Muggle," said Hagrid, "it's what we call nonmagic folk like them.

An' it's your bad luck you grew up in a family o' the biggest Muggles I

ever laid eyes on."

 

"We swore when we took him in we'd put a stop to that rubbish," said

Uncle Vernon, "swore we'd stamp it out of him! Wizard indeed!"

 

"You knew?" said Harry. "You knew I'm a -- a wizard?"

 

"Knew!" shrieked Aunt Petunia suddenly. "Knew! Of course we knew! How

could you not be, my dratted sister being what she was? 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. I was the only one who saw her for what she was -- a freak!

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!"

 

She stopped to draw a deep breath and then went ranting on. It seemed

she had been wanting to say all this for years.

 

"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!"

 

Harry had gone very white. As soon as he found his voice he said, "Blown

up? You told me they died in a car crash!"

 

"CAR CRASH!" roared Hagrid, jumping up so angrily that the Dursleys

scuttled back to their corner. "How could a car crash kill Lily an'

James Potter? It's an outrage! A scandal! Harry Potter not knowin' his

own story when every kid in our world knows his name!" "But why? What

happened?" Harry asked urgently.

 

The anger faded from Hagrid's face. He looked suddenly anxious.

 

"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. Ah, Harry, I don' know if I'm the right

person ter tell yeh -- but someone's gotta -- yeh can't go off ter

Hogwarts not knowin'."

 

He threw a dirty look at the Dursleys.

 

"Well, it's best yeh know as much as I can tell yeh -- mind, I can't

tell yeh everythin', it's a great myst'ry, parts of it...."

 

He sat down, stared into the fire for a few seconds, and then said, "It

begins, I suppose, with -- with a person called -- but it's incredible

yeh don't know his name, everyone in our world knows --"

 

"Who? "

 

"Well -- I don' like sayin' the name if I can help it. No one does."

 

"Why not?"

 

"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.

 

"Nah -can't spell it. All right -- Voldemort. " Hagrid shuddered. "Don'

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. 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. '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.

 

"Now, yer mum an' dad were as good a witch an' wizard as I ever knew.

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.

 

"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.

He came ter yer house an' -- an' --"

 

Hagrid suddenly pulled out a very dirty, spotted handkerchief and blew

his nose with a sound like a foghorn.

 

"Sorry," he said. "But it's that sad -- knew yer mum an' dad, an' nicer

people yeh couldn't find -- anyway..."

 

"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. 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. 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."

 

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 was watching him sadly.

 

"Took yeh from the ruined house myself, on Dumbledore's orders. Brought

yeh ter this lot..."

 

"Load of old tosh," said Uncle Vernon. Harry jumped; he had almost

forgotten that the Dursleys were there. Uncle Vernon certainly seemed to

have got back his courage. He was glaring at Hagrid and his fists were

clenched.

 

"Now, you listen here, boy," he snarled, "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 and drew a battered pink

umbrella from inside his coat. Pointing this at Uncle Vernon like a

sword, he said, "I'm warning you, Dursley -I'm warning you -- one more

word... "

 

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?"

 

"Good question, Harry. 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?

 

"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' believe it. People who was on his side came back

ter ours. Some of 'em came outta kinda trances. Don~ reckon they

could've done if he was comin' back.

 

"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 looked at Harry with warmth and respect blazing in his eyes, but

Harry, instead of feeling pleased and proud, felt quite sure there had

been a horrible mistake. A wizard? Him? How could he possibly be? He'd

spent his life being clouted by Dudley, and bullied by Aunt Petunia and

Uncle Vernon; if he was really a wizard, why hadn't they been turned

into warty toads every time they'd tried to lock him in his cupboard? If

he'd once defeated the greatest sorcerer in the world, how come Dudley

had always been able to kick him around like a football?

 

"Hagrid," he said quietly, "I think you must have made a mistake. I

don't think I can be a wizard."

 

To his surprise, Hagrid chuckled.

 

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

angry?"

 

Harry looked into the fire. Now he came to think about it... every odd

thing that had ever made his aunt and uncle furious with him had

happened when he, Harry, had been upset or angry... chased by Dudley's

gang, he had somehow found himself out of their reach... dreading going

to school with that ridiculous haircut, he'd managed to make it grow

back... and the very last time Dudley had hit him, hadn't he got his

revenge, without even realizing he was doing it? Hadn't he set a boa

constrictor on him?

 

Harry looked back at Hagrid, smiling, and saw that Hagrid was positively

beaming at him.

 

"See?" said Hagrid. "Harry Potter, not a wizard -- you wait, you'll be

right famous at Hogwarts."

 

But Uncle Vernon wasn't going to give in without a fight.

 

"Haven't I told you he's not going?" he hissed. "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 --"

 

"If he wants ter go, a great Muggle like you won't stop him," growled

Hagrid. "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--"

 

"I AM NOT PAYING FOR SOME CRACKPOT OLD FOOL To TEACH HIM MAGIC TRICKS!"

yelled Uncle Vernon.

 

But he had finally gone too far. Hagrid seized his umbrella and whirled

it over his head, "NEVER," he thundered, "- INSULT- ALBUS- DUMBLEDORE-

IN- FRONT- OF- ME!"

 

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. When he turned

his back on them, Harry saw a curly pig's tail poking through a hole in

his trousers.

 

Uncle Vernon roared. 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.

 

"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.

 

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

said. "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?" asked Harry.

 

"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?"

 

"It's gettin' late and we've got lots ter do tomorrow," said Hagrid

loudly. "Gotta get up ter town, get all yer books an' that."

 

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

 

"You can kip under that," he said. "Don' mind if it wriggles a bit, I

think I still got a couple o' dormice in one o' the pockets."

 

 

CHAPTER FIVE

 

DIAGON ALLEY

 

Harry woke early the next morning. Although he could tell it was

daylight, he kept his eyes shut tight.

 

"It was a dream, he told himself firmly. "I dreamed a giant called

Hagrid came to tell me I was going to a school for wizards. When I open

my eyes I'll be at home in my cupboard."

 

There was suddenly a loud tapping noise.

 

And there's Aunt Petunia knocking on the door, Harry thought, his heart

sinking. But he still didn't open his eyes. It had been such a good

dream.

 

Tap. Tap. Tap.

 

"All right," Harry mumbled, "I'm getting up."

 

He sat up and Hagrid's heavy coat fell off him. The hut was full of

sunlight, the storm was over, Hagrid himself was asleep on the collapsed

sofa, and there was an owl rapping its claw on the window, a newspaper

held in its beak.

 

Harry scrambled to his feet, so happy he felt as though a large balloon

was swelling inside him. He went straight to the window and jerked it

open. The owl swooped in and dropped the newspaper on top of Hagrid, who

didn't wake up. The owl then fluttered onto the floor and began to

attack Hagrid's coat.

 

"Don't do that."

 

Harry tried to wave the owl out of the way, but it snapped its beak

fiercely at him and carried on savaging the coat.

 

"Hagrid!" said Harry loudly. "There's an owl

 

"Pay him," Hagrid grunted into the sofa.

 

"What?"

 

"He wants payin' fer deliverin' the paper. Look in the pockets."

Hagrid's coat seemed to be made of nothing but pockets -- bunches of

keys, slug pellets, balls of string, peppermint humbugs, teabags...

finally, Harry pulled out a handful of strange-looking coins.

 

"Give him five Knuts," said Hagrid sleepily.

 

"Knuts?"

 

"The little bronze ones."

 

Harry counted out five little bronze coins, and the owl held out his leg

so Harry could put the money into a small leather pouch tied to it. Then

he flew off through the open window.

 

Hagrid yawned loudly, sat up, and stretched.

 

"Best be Off, Harry, lots ter do today, gotta get up ter London an' buy

all yer stuff fer school."

 

Harry was turning over the wizard coins and looking at them. He had just

thought of something that made him feel as though the happy balloon

inside him had got a puncture.

 

"Um -- Hagrid?"

 

"Mm?" said Hagrid, who was pulling on his huge boots.

 

"I haven't got any money -- and you heard Uncle Vernon last night ... he

won't pay for me to go and learn magic."

 

"Don't worry about that," said Hagrid, standing up and scratching his

head. "D'yeh think yer parents didn't leave yeh anything?"

 

"But if their house was destroyed --"

 

"They didn' keep their gold in the house, boy! Nah, first stop fer us is

Gringotts. Wizards' bank. Have a sausage, they're not bad cold -- an' I

wouldn' say no teh a bit o' yer birthday cake, neither."

 

"Wizards have banks?"

 

"Just the one. Gringotts. Run by goblins."

 

Harry dropped the bit of sausage he was holding.

 

"Goblins?"

 

"Yeah -- so yeh'd be mad ter try an' rob it, I'll tell yeh that. Never

mess with goblins, Harry. Gringotts is the safest place in the world fer

anything yeh want ter keep safe -- 'cept maybe Hogwarts. As a matter o'

fact, I gotta visit Gringotts anyway. Fer Dumbledore. Hogwarts

business." Hagrid drew himself up proudly. "He usually gets me ter do

important stuff fer him. Fetchin' you gettin' things from Gringotts --

knows he can trust me, see.

 

"Got everythin'? Come on, then."

 

Harry followed Hagrid out onto the rock. The sky was quite clear now and

the sea gleamed in the sunlight. The boat Uncle Vernon had hired was

still there, with a lot of water in the bottom after the storm.

 

"How did you get here?" Harry asked, looking around for another boat.

"Flew," said Hagrid.

 

"Flew?"

 

"Yeah -- but we'll go back in this. Not s'pposed ter use magic now I've

got yeh."

 

They settled down in the boat, Harry still staring at Hagrid, trying to

imagine him flying.

 

"Seems a shame ter row, though," said Hagrid, giving Harry another of

his sideways looks. "If I was ter -- er -- speed things up a bit, would

yeh mind not mentionin' it at Hogwarts?"

 

"Of course not," said Harry, eager to see more magic. Hagrid pulled out

the pink umbrella again, tapped it twice on the side of the boat, and

they sped off toward land.

 

"Why would you be mad to try and rob Gringotts?" Harry asked.

 

"Spells -- enchantments," said Hagrid, unfolding his newspaper as he

spoke. "They say there's dragons guardin' the highsecurity vaults. And

then yeh gotta find yer way -- Gringotts is hundreds of miles under

London, see. Deep under the Underground. Yeh'd die of hunger tryin' ter

get out, even if yeh did manage ter get yer hands on summat."

 

Harry sat and thought about this while Hagrid read his newspaper, the

Daily Prophet. Harry had learned from Uncle Vernon that people liked to

be left alone while they did this, but it was very difficult, he'd never

had so many questions in his life.

 

"Ministry o' Magic messin' things up as usual," Hagrid muttered, turning

the page.

 

"There's a Ministry of Magic?" Harry asked, before he could stop

himself.

 

"'Course," said Hagrid. "They wanted Dumbledore fer Minister, 0 '

course, but he'd never leave Hogwarts, so old Cornelius Fudge got the

job. Bungler if ever there was one. So he pelts Dumbledore with owls

every morning, askin' fer advice."

 

"But what does a Ministry of Magic do?"

 

"Well, their main job is to keep it from the Muggles that there's still

witches an' wizards up an' down the country."

 

"Why?"

 

"Why? Blimey, Harry, everyone'd be wantin' magic solutions to their

problems. Nah, we're best left alone."

 

At this moment the boat bumped gently into the harbor wall. Hagrid

folded up his newspaper, and they clambered up the stone steps onto the

street.

 

Passersby stared a lot at Hagrid as they walked through the little town

to the station. Harry couldn't blame them. Not only was Hagrid twice as

tall as anyone else, he kept pointing at perfectly ordinary things like

parking meters and saying loudly, "See that, Harry? Things these Muggles

dream up, eh?"

 

"Hagrid," said Harry, panting a bit as he ran to keep up, "did you say

there are dragons at Gringotts?"

 

"Well, so they say," said Hagrid. "Crikey, I'd like a dragon."

 

"You'd like one?"

 

"Wanted one ever since I was a kid -- here we go."

 

They had reached the station. There was a train to London in five

minutes' time. Hagrid, who didn't understand "Muggle money," as he





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