(30th July 1991)
A bright flash causes Harry and myself to squeal and to grab onto each other. Following the bright flash was a loud rumble which caused the dirt on the floor to go in our faces. Wiping the dirt from my face, I turn and face Dudley. He is sound asleep, loud snores leaving his moth as drool drips down onto the pillow he is resting his head on. Since we moved to the lighthouse Harry and I have been forced to sleep on the cold concrete floor; with only a thin blanket to keep the both of us warm. Uncle Vernon's plan was unfortunately a success. No more letters have been delivered and no owls are in sight.
A beeping sound causes my head to quickly turn in Harry's direction. In the dirt in front of him is a drawing of a birthday cake that reads ' Happy Birthday Harry' with eleven lines which represent eleven candles for his age.
"Make a wish," I whisper to him so we won't wake the others. Harry closes his eyes as he takes a deep breath and leans forward and blows out his 'cake'. I gently place my arm around Harry and press my lips against his temple.
" Happy birthday, Harry. I'm sorry for not getting you -"
" Iris, stop. I don't care about not having any presents, the fact that I have you here with me is the best present I could ever ask for." He hugs my side tightly.
A loud rumble comes again but this time it's coming from the front door. I slowly stand up and grab Harry's hand. Whilst we are moving further back from the door; another rumble can be heard.
" Mummy! Daddy!" Dudley awakens. His screams are loud enough to manage Petunia and Vernon to wake up. Vernon comes running down the stairs holding a double barrel gun. Dragging Harry with me, I hide the both of us behind a wall.
"Who's there?" Vernon asks with a shaking tone. The door shakes one last time before falling off its hinges and revealing a tall man that fills the cap of the door.
" Sorry about that!" The giant says as he picks up the fallen door and puts it back in it's original place.
" I demand that you leave at once, sir! You are breaking and entering!" Vernon points the gun towards the tall man. The large figure takes massive slow strides towards Vernon and Petunia then grabs the gun that Vernon is holding and faces it towards the ceiling.
" Dry up, Dursley, you great prune!" A bullet comes flying out of the barrel and shoots upwards through the roof. The giant turns to Dudley and gives him a cheesy grin. " Boy, I haven't seen you since you were a baby, Harry, but you're a bit more along than I would have expected. Particularly 'round the middle! Now where is your sister?"
" I- I'm not Harry." Dudley informs him. Harry walks out from behind the wall we were hiding behind.
" Harry, get back here this instant!" I whisper to him.
" No, he knows us. He could be here to help us." He tells me before making himself known. " He's not Harry, I am."
" Oh, well, of course you are! Got something for Ya. 'Fraid I might have sat on it at some point! I imagine that it'll taste fine just the same. Ahh. Baked it myself." The man says as he hands a box towards Harry. My brother cautiously opens the box and stares inside. His face lights up and I could see the happiness in his eyes.
" Thank you!"
"It's not every day that your young man turns eleven, now, is it?" The giant sits down on the couch in front of the fireplace. He pulls out an umbrella and points it towards the fireplace which causes flames to ignite. Harry places the box down then fixes his gaze back up at the man.
"Excuse me, who are you?" He questions the stranger.
"Hagrid." I answer for him as I step out of my hiding spot.
" There she is!" Hagrid shouts as he quickly gets off the couch and approaches me. His arms widen before closing themselves around my frame. " Look at you! All grown up."
" You know him?" Harry asks
" This is Hagrid, the man that helped us after Mum and Dad died." I tell him.
" Come on you two, let's get you guys to Hogwarts!" Hagrid walks towards the door.
"Hogwarts?" Harry says in disbelief.
" Well yes, you're a wizard." Hagrid enlightens him.
" No, you've made a mistake. I can't be...a-a wizard. I mean, I'm just... Harry. Just Harry." Harry stutters out.
" Well, I can guarantee that Iris told you everything about Hogwarts, right?"
" I sure did," I chip in before walking towards Harry. Vernon then steps in front of me and blocks me from getting to my brother.
" They will not be going! We swore when we took them in, wed put a stop to this rubbish!" Vernon shouts towards Hagrid. " They will not be going," he demands.
"Oh, and I suppose a great Muggle like yourselves are going to stop them, are you?" Hagrid challenges my uncle.
" Muggle?" Harry looks at me with confusion.
" None magic people," I inform him before looking back towards our savior.
" The both of them will be going to the finest school of witchcraft and wizardry in the world, and they will be under the finest headmaster that Hogwarts has ever seen: Albus Dumbledore!" Hagrid says towards Vernon and Petunia.
" I will not pay for some crackpot old fool to teach the two of them some magic tricks!" Vernon snaps back. Hagrid points his umbrella at Vernon, a serious expression plastered on his face.
" Never, insult Albus Dumbledore in front of me." Hagrid, still umbrella in hand, turned towards Dudley and catches him eating something. Hagrid points the umbrella, which I now presume is a wand, at Dudley and mutters something under his breath. This then causes a small little pig tail to form on Dudley. Once he noticed his tail he screamed and ran to Aunt Petunia.
" Oh, um, I'd appreciate if you didn't tell anyone at Hogwarts about that. Strictly speaking, I'm not allowed to do magic." Hagrid whispers to Harry and I nervously; he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a pocket- watch. " Ooh, we're a bit behind schedule. Best if we get going."
Hagrid wastes no time and hurries out of the front door and shouts back to Harry and I, "Unless you'd rather stay, of course. Hmm?"
" No!" We both say before chasing after Hagrid.
After all these painful and tortuous years, we were finally free from it all. No more suffering, no more missed meals, no more being mistreated. We were free from it all and I wouldn't want it any other way.