Hagrid: Hello Harry, it's great to see you," he said, showing a cake that read "Happee Birthdae Harry." "Happy birthday, Harry Potter!"
Harry: "W-Who are you?" he asked in a frightened tone.
Hagrid: "Oh, I forgot to introduce myself," he smiled from ear to ear. "I'm Rubeus Hagrid, but you can call me Hagrid. I'm the Keeper of Keys and Grounds at Hogwarts."
Vernon: "You! I demand you leave here! This is private property!" he shouted while pointing his shotgun at the giant.
Hagrid: "Shut up, you filthy, pestilent rat!" he grabbed the end of the shotgun and bent it upward with hardly any effort.
BANG
The shotgun fired at the ceiling without injuring anyone, and finally, Hagrid approached Harry with a smile.
Hagrid: "I hope you liked the cake I made myself. You don't turn eleven every day, do you?" Hagrid sat on the couch and pulled out his umbrella, using it to shoot fire into the fireplace and light it.
Harry: "Excuse me, Mr. Hagrid, you mentioned Hogwarts, right? Do you know anything about my parents?"
Hagrid: "About your parents? Don't you know, Harry?"
Harry: with a sad expression "I'm sorry, but I don't know anything about them."
Hagrid: "Come on, Harry, let's go to Diagon Alley. I'll explain everything you need to know."
Vernon: "One moment! He's not going anywhere! When he arrived, we vowed to put an end to this!"
Harry: "Wait, did you know I was a wizard?" he asked, confused and angry at the same time.
Petunia: "Of course we knew! From the moment you were born, we knew you'd be just like Lily and James—a freak!"
Vernon: "You're not taking the boy!" he growled at the giant.
Hagrid: "Really? A worthless Muggle like you is going to stop me?"
Harry: "Muggle?" he asked, confused.
Hagrid: "People without magic," he explained to Harry. "This boy was accepted into Hogwarts since he was born. He will go to the best school of magic and witchcraft in the world and will be under the supervision of the best headmaster Hogwarts has ever had, Albus Dumbledore."
Vernon: "I won't pay for some lunatic to teach him magic!"
Hagrid: pointing his umbrella at Vernon "Never insult Dumbledore in my presence!" he threatened, and then he noticed Dudley eating Harry's birthday cake, so he cast a spell on the back of the boy.
Dudley: "Mom! Dad! Help!" he screamed as a pig's tail grew on his backside to the horror of his parents but to Harry's delight.
Soon, the frightened boy ran off while his parents chased him, fear on their faces.
Hagrid: "I ask you not to tell anyone what you just saw; I'm not allowed to use magic outside Hogwarts," he winked at Harry. "Well, we're late, so let's go!"
The Leaky Cauldron, London
Tom: "Hagrid! What a pleasure to see you! Would you like the usual?" asked the bar owner.
Hagrid: "No, thanks, Tom. I'm helping young Harry buy his school supplies," he said while stepping aside to reveal little Potter.
Tom: —with total disbelief— "I can't believe it! It's Harry Potter!"
Suddenly, the pub fell silent. All eyes turned to the dark-haired boy. Several people approached the young boy to introduce themselves, but among them stood a man wearing a turban.
Quirrell: "H-Harry Po-Potter! It's a pleasure to finally meet you," he said with evident nervousness.
Hagrid: "Professor, I hadn't seen you," he said with his characteristic smile. "Harry, this is your Professor Quirrell; he will be your teacher in Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts."
Harry: "It's a pleasure," he replied, somewhat shyly.
Quirrell: "A fascinating subject, I d-don't think you'll need it, huh, P-Potter?"
Minutes later, Hagrid and Harry entered an alley while talking.
Hagrid: "You see, Harry? You're famous in the magical world," he laughed. "Everyone knows you!"
Harry: "But why am I famous? How do all these people know who I am?"
Hagrid: "I'm not the right person to tell you," he said, with a sad look.
Harry: "But you told me you would tell me everything," he exclaimed, somewhat frustrated.
Hagrid: "I know, Harry, but Dumbledore will do that. He will guide you in the magical world." Without allowing for more conversation, he used his umbrella to tap certain bricks that began to move, opening the entrance to the British magical market. "Welcome, Harry, to Diagon Alley!"
For a moment, Harry was distracted, admiring the spectacular alley. Witches and wizards wore robes worthy of a true magician, and the shops, with their medieval style, were praiseworthy.
Hagrid: "Before we buy everything, we need to go to Gringotts, the wizard bank, the safest place in the world," he said, pointing to an imposing white building. "Well, maybe Hogwarts is even safer"
Inside, Harry saw goblins for the first time, feeling a bit fearful.
Hagrid: "Those over there are goblins, very intelligent creatures, but they're not exactly friendly. You'd better stay close to me." —They finally reached the goblin who would help them—. "Mr. Harry Potter is here to make a withdrawal."
Griphook: "And may I ask, does Mr. Harry Potter have his key?" —he said, bending down to look at the boy.
Hagrid: "One moment, I have it here." —He started searching his pockets—. "Here's the key!" —he said, handing it to the goblin—. "I also have another matter to discuss." —He pulled out a letter and handed it to the goblin—. "Professor Dumbledore gave me this letter; it's about... you know what, in the chamber... you know which one."
Griphook: "Very well, follow me, wizards."
Vaults, Gringotts
Goblin: "The key, please," he said, and Hagrid handed him the key. The goblin took it and opened Harry's vault, leaving Harry astonished at the sight of so many gold coins.
Hagrid: with a smile "Did you think your parents would leave you on the streets?"
Harry: "They would leave me on the streets? So they're not here?"
Hagrid: nervously "Ah! Um... Well, I meant to say your parents had a lot of gold to give you a good life. Better let's go to the next vault before it gets too late." —The giant hurried the goblin along to the next spot.
Harry: sighs "Okay, whatever you say." —He followed the giant while wondering why they weren't telling him anything about his parents—. "By the way, Hagrid, what's in the next vault?"
Hagrid: "I can't tell you, Harry. It's a very secret matter of Hogwarts."
Harry: "Great, another secret," he muttered to himself.
Goblin: "Step back, wizards," he said while opening the vault.
Inside the vault, there was only what appeared to be a rock wrapped in paper and tied with a string.
Hagrid: "Don't tell anyone about this, Harry."
Finally, to Harry's relief, they left Gringotts and started walking through Diagon Alley, beginning to shop for first-year students.
30 minutes later
Harry: "I still need my wand," he said while checking his list of supplies.
Hagrid: "There's Ollivanders; there's no better option." —He pointed to the store—. "Why don't you wait there? I have another matter to attend to; I won't be long."
Harry watched Hagrid walk away and soon began to walk toward the shop. He entered the store and found it apparently empty.
Harry: "Hello? Is anyone here? Hello?"
Ollivander: sliding down a ladder to the counter "I knew I would see you someday, Mr. Potter." —He got off the ladder and began to examine the wands—. "It seems like just yesterday when your father and mother came to buy his wand." —From among all the wands, he took one and handed it to Harry.
Harry held the wand and stared at Ollivander.
Ollivander: "What are you waiting for? Wave your wand."
Harry obeyed the shopkeeper, and as he waved it, he ended up knocking over some boxes.
Ollivander: "I see that's not the one; try this other wand."
This time, Harry ended up breaking a vase.
Ollivander: "That one is definitely not it." —He quickly approached to look for more wands until his gaze stopped at one in particular—. "I wonder if..." —He approached Harry and handed it to him.
As Harry touched it, he felt a warmth inside and sensed as if a part of him complemented that wand.
Ollivander: "Curious, very curious," he said, stroking his chin. "I don't forget any wand I sell, Mr. Potter. Coincidentally, the phoenix that had the feather in your wand had another feather in its tail. It's curious that this wand is meant for you when your sister caused that scar." —He pointed to the lightning-shaped scar on Harry's forehead.
Harry: "And tell me, whose was the other?"
Ollivander: "Never say his name, the wand chooses the wizard, Mr. Potter. The reason is not always clear, but what is clear is that you are going to make history. After all, 'he-who-must-not-be-named' did great things—terrible, but great."
A knock at the window interrupted them; Harry turned to see Hagrid standing there with a smile.
Hagrid: "Harry! Harry! Happy birthday!" —He raised his hand, revealing a beautiful white owl in a cage.
15 minutes later
We see our duo eating peacefully, although only Hagrid was eating since Harry had no appetite.
Hagrid: "What's wrong, Harry? Why so downcast?"
Harry: "He killed my parents, didn't he? The one responsible for my scar; I know you know."
Hagrid: sighs "First, I want you to keep this in mind: not all wizards are good... Some become evil, and a few years ago, one was filled with wickedness. His name was Voldemort; those were dark days, Harry."
Godric's Hollow - 1981
It was a dark and cold night in Godric's Hollow, with the full moon lighting the streets. In a small house, Lily and James Potter enjoyed the tranquility of their home. Suddenly, a strange sound echoed in the darkness, alerting James. Surprisingly, the door crashed against the wall, and in the doorway appeared a dark figure cloaked in black, with eyes shining like burning coals: Lord Voldemort. Evil emanated from him, and his presence was enough to freeze anyone's blood.
James rushed to protect his family. But Voldemort, relentless, raised his wand and, with a swift movement, uttered a deadly spell. The green light of "Avada Kedavra" illuminated the room, and a heart-wrenching scream echoed in the air. James fell to the ground, his life extinguished in an instant.
Lily, with terror in her eyes, embraced Harry, pleading with her attacker.
Lily: "Please, no! Take me instead!" —she implored, her voice filled with desperation. But Voldemort, consumed by his thirst for power, showed no mercy.
The spell shot forth, and in a fateful moment, the green light shone once more. Lily fell, but at the last moment, Voldemort cast a deadly spell at the baby Potter, which ended up rebounding. The curse turned against its creator; Voldemort was thrown back, his form dissipating into the air, leaving only the echo of his rage and the mark of his failure.
When it was all over, the house fell silent, and the cry of a baby resonated in the gloom. Harry, marked by the tragedy of his parents, became the "boy who lived."
Harry sighed as he walked, thinking about his parents. They hadn't died in an accident as he had been led to believe, but rather had died as heroes in a war against a dark lord. Before he could dwell further, he found himself in front of his aunt and uncle's house. He hesitated a bit before knocking on the door and ultimately decided not to. He had had more than enough of the Dursleys. He turned around and headed toward Jean's house; he needed to make things right with her and ask if he could stay for a couple of days before Hogwarts started.