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    A/N: I know that this Story has been done a few times before but this is my version of how the marauders and Lily read the Philosopher's Stone so please read and review and tell me if you would like me to continue! 

    Disclaimer: Everything in bold is the Philosopher's Stone written by JK Rowling. The story is not mine- the reactions to the story are mine. The characters belong to JK Rowling also! 

    Chapter four- The Keeper of Keys


    “Chapter four,” Sirius read. “The Keeper of Keys,”


    “Keys,” Sirius said questioningly. “It should be called ‘Sirius Black’ I’m far too important,”


    “It’s not called Sirius Black because it’s not you for the last time,” Remus said tiredly, he held the temptation to roll his eyes. Sirius was being really very stupid.




    “So exciting,” Sirius squealed excitedly.


    “Well it would be if you shut up two minutes,” James laughed. “I knew it was a mistake to let Sirius read,” Sirius gave James a long hursh look, his expression nothing less than annoyed. He looked as though he was going to say something but changed his mind the last minute and turned to the book in his hands. Lily thought she heard him say something like ‘I’ll show them,’ but nobody else seemed to hear this so she let it go unchallenged.


    They knocked again. Dudley jerked awake.

    "Where's the cannon?" he said stupidly.


    “Think-o,” Alice coughed.


    There was a crash behind them and Uncle Vernon came skidding into the room. He was holding a rifle in his hands. Now they knew what had been in the long, thin package he had brought with them.


    "Who's there?" he shouted. "I warn you - I'm armed!"


    Sirius sniggered. “A fat lump like him doesn’t need a weapon,” He said raising his brows. “All he has to do is sit on them and they’ll be as good as dead,”


    There was a pause. Then -




    Sirius made a small paused, so small that no one would have noticed his slight hesitation.


    The door was hit with such force that it swung clean off its hinges and with a deafening crash landed flat on the floor.
    And a ravishingly handsome, young man with dazzling wit who was named Sirius Black stood in the doorway.” He finished.


    “It does not say that.” Remus interjected angrily, pointing accusingly at his best friend Sirius Black.


    “Does too,” Sirius said defensively, embracing the book tightly. 


    “Does not Sirius, stop lying!”


    “I’m not lying that’s exactly what it says,” He spoke like a small child looking up at Remus with wide puppy dig eyes. Remus smirked.


    “Prove it,” He spoke calmly and rationally with a small grin of the corner of his lips.


    “Proof? Proof? I’m insulted moony,” Sirius said feigning hurt and sadness. “I’m mentally and physically hurt that you would so much as insinuate that I’m lying, How could you even ask for proof? I thought we had a bond of trust, trust of that of a brother,”


    “Oh put a sock in it Padfoot,” Remus interrupted. “Don’t try and use that trick on me. I invented that trick,”


    “Oh, oh, I see what’s going on here,” Sirius said knowingly. “You’re just jealous,”


    “Jealous?” Remus laughed, throwing his head back, “That’s ridiculous.”


    “Ridiculous because it’s ridiculous or ridiculous because it’s true,”   


    “That makes no sense,”


    “Makes no sense because it makes no sense or makes no sense because you don’t want it to make sense because you are jealous.”


    “I’m not jealous,” Remus persisted. “Why would I be jealous,”


    “Because I won the bet and you made a fool out of yourself,” Sirius explained, turning to Alice and Lily as he did so as if he were waiting for them to chorus in agreement.   


    “You haven’t won the bet because the book would never say that you were, and I quote, ‘a ravishingly handsome, young man with dazzling wit,’”


    “How do you know,” Sirius protested. “How would you know that’s not what it said?”


    “I just do,”


    “How can you be so one hundred percent sure,”


    “I just am,” Remus said easily still smirking. Lily could tell what was coming, she looked at the others and realised that even Peter could tell what was coming.


     “You know you’re going to look so stupid when you find out you’re wring,” Sirius said smugly to himself.


    “That’s not going to happen,”


    “And you’re sure?” Sirius said equally as smug as his friend.


    “Absolutely positive,” Remus smiled.


    “How can you be one hundred percent positive?”


    “Because at the back of the book it says Harry was saved by a beetle-eyed giant of a man and the keeper of keys at Hogwarts would be Hagrid, hence the title and would you look at that he has beetle eyes and he’s literally a giant of a man.” Remus folded his arms grinning widely; it was all Sirius could do, James noticed, not to punch Remus in the mouth. He looked absolutely mortified.


    It looked as though there were about one hundred thousand swear words he could have said to Remus but instead he bit his lip and gritted his teeth. 


    “Damn you, Moony and you’re logic,”


    “That’s it Paddy, quit while you’re behind,” James laughed.


    “We’ve taught you well my fine friend,” Peter added.


    “Yes you have,” Alice giggled, along with Lily. “And it’s not his logic Sirius, it’s common sense something that most human beings, not including yourself, have,”


    “Ha, ha very funny, Spencer,” Sirius looked defeated, Lily thought that his ego had reduced in size the last few minutes.     


    A giant of a man was standing in the doorway. Sirius continued grudgely, ignoring a smug Remus sitting happily next to him.


    His face was almost completely hidden by a long, shaggy mane of hair and a wild tangled beard, but you could make out his eyes, glinting like black beetles under all the hair. The giant squeezed his way into the hut, stooping so that his head just brushed the ceiling. He bent down, picked up the door and fitted it easily back into its frame. The noise of the storm outside dropped a little. He turned to look at them all.

    “Definitely Hagrid,” Lily smiled, beaming at Remus.


    "Couldn't make a cup o' tea could yeh? It's not been an easy journey ..." He strode over to the sofa where Dudley sat frozen with fear.

    “He’s a coward as well,” Alice looked at the book in disbelief. “Surely there’s one nice thing about him,”


    "Budge up, yeh great lump," said the stranger.

    “You’ve got to love Hagrid, even he can see that Dudley’s an idiot,” Lily looked up at the sound of James’s voice, he hadn’t been so horrible now that Lily had stayed with him longer than five minutes, he was actually being quite sweet to her.


    “What?” James said, feeling Lily’s eyes bore into him.


    “Nothing,” She insisted, blushing at being caught before beckoning Sirius to continue.   


    Dudley squeaked and ran to hide behind his mother, who was crouching, terrified behind Uncle Vernon.


    "An' here's Harry!" said the giant.


    Harry looked up into the fierce, wild, shadowy face and saw that the beetle eyes were crinkled in a smile.

    “Not the most flattering description is it?” Sirius commented, stopping to look at the others.


    “No not really,” Alice agreed. “Sort of makes him sound a bit creepy,”


    "Las' time I saw you, you was only a baby," said the giant. "Yeh look a lot like yeh dad,


    James’s face lit up, his eyes were sparkly as he stuck out his chest proudly.


    but yeh've got yer mum's eyes."

    “Wouldn’t have it any other way,” James said before he could stop, Lily said nothing but covered her mouth so no one else could se her smiling.  


    Uncle Vernon made a funny rasping noise.

    "I demand that you leave at once, sir!" he said. "You are breaking and entering!"


    "Ah, shut up, Dursley, yeh great prune," said the giant. He reached over the back of the sofa, jerked the gun out of Uncle Vernon's hands, bent it into a knot as easily as if it had been made of rubber, and threw it into a corner of the room.

    The Marauders laughed.


    “You know he would have been a great Marauder had he been forty years younger,” James stated.


    Uncle Vernon made another funny noise, like a mouse being trodden on.

    “I object,” Peter protested. “That’s offensive to rats,”


    “How is that offensive to rats?” Remus asked incredulously. “The author was talking about a mouse,”


    “Mice and rats are the same and I’m offended by the comment,”


    “Calm down Peter, I never had you for a rat lover,” Alice interjected, raising her left eyebrow.


    “Oh yeah,” Sirius’s grin broadened. “Pete here loves his rats had thirty-six at his house,” He said before continuing to read.


    "Anyway - Harry," said the giant, turning his back on the Dursleys, "a very happy birthday to yeh. Got summat fer yeh here - I mighta sat on it at some point, but it'll taste all right."

    “At least he remembered Harry’s Birthday,”


    From an inside pocket of his black overcoat he pulled a slightly squashed box. Harry opened it with trembling fingers. Inside was a large, sticky chocolate cake with Happy Birthday Harry written on it in green icing?


    Harry looked up at the giant. He meant to say thank you, but the words got lost on the way to his mouth, and what he said instead was, "Who are you?"

    “Harry Potter, mind your manner’s,” Lily snapped in a motherly tone.


    “Lily, don’t be too hard on him,” James tried. “Look at it from his perspective a giant stranger has appeared out of no where and is giving him a present I think it’s understandable and besides it did say he meant to say thank you,”


    “Yeah well,” Lily stuttered, she liked it when James called her Lily. “I suppose you’re right.”


    The giant chuckled.


    "True, I haven't introduced meself. Sirius Black”

    “Sirius,” Lily scolded.


    “Oh fine, you guys are no fun,”


     Rubeus Hagrid, Keeper of Keys and Grounds at Hogwarts." He held out an enormous hand and shook Harry's whole arm.


    "What about that tea then, eh?" he said, rubbing his hands together. "I'd not say no ter summat stronger if yeh've got it, mind."

    “Trust Hagrid to want something stronger,” James smirked, recalling a particular memory. “The first thing he said he did after getting us four out of the lake on our first day was open a nice bottle of fire whisky,”


    His eyes fell on the empty grate with the shriveled crisp packets in it and he snorted. He bent down over the fireplace; they couldn't see what he was doing but when he drew back a second later, there was a roaring fire. It filled the whole damp hut with flickering light and Harry felt the warm rush over him as though he'd sunk into a hot bath.


    The giant sat back down on the sofa, which sagged under his weight, and began taking all sorts of things out of the pockets of his coat: a copper kettle, a squashy packet of sausages, a poker, a teapot, several chipped mugs and a bottle of some amber liquid which he took a swig from before starting to make tea.


    Soon the hut was full of the sound and smell of sizzling sausage.

    Nobody said a thing while the giant was working, but as he slid the first six fat, juicy, slightly burnt sausages from the poker, Dudley fidgeted a little.


    Uncle Vernon said sharply, "Don't touch anything he gives you, Dudley."


    “I suppose he thinks he’s put some sort off potion on it,” Lily snorted. “Always a bit thick that one- seriously, besides the fact that Hagrid would never hurt a fly, especially flies, he wouldn’t even know how to brew a potion.”


    The giant chuckled darkly.

    "Yer great puddin' of a son don' need fattenin' any more, Dursley, don' worry."

    The marauders laughed, Sirius had almost dropped his book because of the laughter. 


     He passed the sausages to Harry, who was so hungry he had never tasted anything so wonderful, but he still couldn't take his eyes off the giant.


    Finally, as nobody seemed about to explain anything, he said, "I'm sorry, but I still don't really know who you are."

    “Poor boy,” James said, looking suddenly glum. “Doesn’t even know about the world he comes from, the people, who obviously care about him,” He turned to look at Lily who was looking at James still as if mentally asking for confirmation he believed it was true. He knew she thought it was true but James still refused to believe it because he didn’t want his son to grow up in a world where children had no parents. It took every ounce of his will power to pull his gaze away from her but he knew that he couldn’t lie, not to Lily. 

    The giant took a gulp of tea and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.


    "Call me Hagrid," he said, "everyone does. An' like I told yeh, I'm Keeper of Keys at Hogwarts - yeh'll know all about Hogwarts, o' course."

    “No, he doesn’t,” Alice huffed, crossing her arms like an angry three year old.


    "Er - no," said Harry. Hagrid looked shocked.

    “Yeah,” Sirius said as if there was a particularly disgusting taste in his mouth. “Because those lousy excuses for human beings are absolute idiots- with stone cold hearts,” 

    "Sorry," Harry said quickly.

     “Why is my son flipping apologising,” James screamed at the book before he could stop himself. He felt Lily shift with shock beside him; he hadn’t realised how angry he was until the room literally quivered around him.


    "Sorry?" 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 yer parents learnt it all?"


    "All what?" asked Harry.


    “Oh Merlin,” Lily buried her face in her hands as if it was painful to listen too.


    "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.

    “Good, they deserve it the good for nothing prunes,” Remus held.


    "Do you mean ter tell me," he growled at the Dursleys, "that this boy - this boy - knows nothin' abou' - about ANYTHING?"

    “That’s exactly what he’s telling you,” Peter clarified, feeling the need to speak up, as Sirius hesitated to allow a comment.


    Harry thought this was going a bit far.

    “Far? FAR? He knows nothing about his heritage and he thinks Hagrid is going to far; they flipping torture you Harry,” James said incredulously. 


    He had been to school, after all, and his marks weren't bad.

    "I know some things," he said. "I can, you know, do maths and stuff.”

    Sirius slapped his forehead and Lily thought he heard him say something along the lines of ‘a hopeless cause’ but ignored him. 


    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.


    Which was just what Sirius and James looked like.


    "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 yer mum and dad," he said. "I mean, they're famous. You're famous."


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


    “I don’t know whether to laugh or cry,” Sirius said hysterically. 


    "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, sir! 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 yer heads, both of yeh," said Hagrid.


    "Harry - yer a wizard."

    “Finally,” Sirius said, flinging both hands in the air with moth triumph and relief. “I was seriously going to chuck this book in the fire then and there.”


    There was a silence inside the hut. Only the sea and the whistling wind could be heard.

    "I'm a what?"


    “And here we go again,” Sirius huffed.


    "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."


    “Yeah about time!” The room chorused.

     “Seriously, who’s up for hunting down Vernon Dursley and hexing him?” Sirius looked around the room expectedly her got a few ‘here, here’s’ from the Marauders but the look on Lily’s face told him it would be wise to shut up.


    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:




    Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

    (Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chr. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

    Dear Mr. Potter,

    We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

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

    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 out 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 which Harry could read upside down:

    Dear Mr. Dumbledore,
    Given Harry his letter. Taking him to buy his things tomorrow. Weather's horrible. Hope you're well.


    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 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.

    “Yeah and I suppose you are going to stop him,” Sirius told the book. “Sorry Dursley but I don’t think sitting on Hagrid will work.”


    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 non-magic 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?"

    “Of course they knew,” Lily was livid. “My sister’s lived with me and our world since I was eleven.”


    "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 holiday 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!


    Lily had never seen James so angry.


    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!"

    “See I told you,” Lily looked at the others. “I told you it was blind jealousy- for once in her life she didn’t get mum and dad’s undivided attention and it destroyed her,”


    She stopped to draw a deep breath and then went ranting on. It seemed like she had been wanting to say all this for years.


    "Then she met that Potter at school

    “That Potter has a name!” Lily shouted furiously.


    “Aww, Lily, I didn’t know you cared,” James smirked knowingly. “Since you never call me by my name.”


    “Not the time to start scoring points, Potter.”


    "Then she met that Potter at school,” Sirius repeated. “And they left and got married and had you, and of course I knew you'd be the same, just as strange, just as - as - abnormal –

    Lily took deep breaths to control her anger. It was only Petunia and James who could get her so wound up.


    and then, if you please, she went and got herself blown up and we got landed with you!"

    “I’ll kill her,” Lily said threateningly, her eyes narrowing and her face becoming dark. “I’ll jinx her, hex her, kill her and then kill her again,”


    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!"

    “And kill her again,” She added as if to make it clear to everyone that Petunia Evans would n longer be alive for ver long.


    "CAR CRASH!" roared Hagrid, jumping 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.

    “Yes I think we’d all like to know exactly how it happened,” Alice said just as 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 -”




    “Voldemort,” Remus said in a low whisper.


    "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.

    Everyone laughed.


    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!


    “Here that Paddy, best wizard as he ever knew,” James said proudly sticking out his chest.” Sirius snorted at this.

     “I think we’re all still shocked you made head boy,” James looked offended and he looked as though he wanted to reply but Sirius cut him of by pointing at the book


    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 the sound of a foghorn.

    “Bless him,” Alice said sympathetically.

    "Sorry," he said. "But it's that sad - knew yer mum an' dad, an' nicer people yeh couldn't find - anyway –

     everyone in the room was stone silent. Lily and Alice looked as though they were about to cry and James was shaking violently with fury.


    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.


    “Disgusting, that’s what this is- absolutely disgusting,” Sirius looked appalled. “And to think my family support this monster- to think that they’re half responsible.” 


    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,

    “Extraordinary” Remus murmured. “Absolutely extraordinary, not one person known to survive that curse- that’s probably why Harry’s so famous.”


    an' that's why yer famous, Harry. No one ever lived after he decided to 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."

    The inhabitants of the room remained silence.


    Something very painful was going on inside 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.

    Lily really was crying now, silent tears slid down the side of her cheek. She stood up abruptly and made a run for the stairs. She felt James hand grip her wrist but she shrugged it off.


    “I thought I could do this but I can’t.” She cried, unable to make eye contact with anybody. 


    “Off course you can,”


    “No I can’t, James,” She turned to look at him in the eye, emerald eyes met hazel ones. “Real or not real it’s still messing with my head- it’s not right to read it, it’s dangerous but most of all it’s hurting me!”


    “But he’s going to be ok,” James tried, it was his last attempt of getting Lily to stay, her hair and eyes were completely back to normal now but whether or not Lily realised he didn’t know. “Hagrid’s taking him away.”


    “Look Lily, it’s the end of the chapter in a minute- five more minutes won’t hurt,” Alice and Sirius exchanged worried looks as Remus said this but they knew she’d listen to him- she always did.


    “Lily, please,” James looked at her with such longing in his eyes, and Lily found her self crying more, she buried her head into his shoulders in an attempt to stop the tears but came to no avail. James guided her to the sofa and held her tight around her shoulders he felt her arms slide around his waist. He took it to mean that she’d let Sirius read the chapter but one more chapter only.


    Hagrid was watching him sadly.


    "Took yer 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


    The Marauders looked furious but chose not to say anything for they wanted to be tactful of Lily’s feelings.


     - and as for all this about your parents, well, they were weirdoes, no denying it, and the world's better off without them in my opinion - asked for all they got, getting mixed up with all these wizarding types - just what I expected, always knew they'd come to a sticky end - "


    But at that moment, Hagrid leapt up 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 ..."

    “Go on hex him, he deserves it the great, fat, abusive bully,” Remus said through gritted teeth.


    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.


    “Some say,” Peter said fearfully, it looked like his mind was about to go into overdrive.


    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 were 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.

    “My son,” James mumbled. “Stopped the most powerful dark wizard of all time when he was only one,” It wasn’t a proud statement, more a statement of astonishment- like he wished it could have been some other family- like he wished Voldemort stayed away from him.


    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."

    “Honestly Prongs, you’re son isn’t half stupid at times,” Sirius said shaking his head.


    To his surprise, Hagrid chuckled. "Not a wizard, eh? Never made things happen when you were scared or angry?"


    Harry looked into the fire. Now he came to think about it ... every odd thing that had ever 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."

     “He’ll hate it,” Remus blurted out, while everyone gave him a questioning look. “Well he’s not like you two,” He pointed to James and Sirius. “He doesn’t like attention on him every second Merlin sends. It’s not like he’s used to it. Think of it like this, one minute he’s ignored continuously and then every person in the wizarding world will know his name- grown up knowing it- people will know more about him than he does- it’d be absolutely awful.” Even Lily had looked up at this point.


    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 - "



    “Too far, Dursley, too far,” Alice warned. “Last time someone insulted Dumbledore in front of Hagrid he was in Hospital for a week,”


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

    Sirius’s laughter carried over everybody else’s- so simple, so genius yet something he would never have thought off.


    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.


    “What’s the matter,” Sirius said pretending to be sympathetic. “Don’t like you’re son with a pig’s tail because personally I think pink his just his colour.


    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."

    “Too true,” Sirius nodded in agreement. “Hagrid seriously should have been a Marauder.”


    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."


    “Expelled, I didn’t know that?” Remus interjected. “I wonder why.”


    "Why were you expelled?"

    “Read your mind,” Peter smirked.


    "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’t' mind if it wriggles a bit, I think I still got a couple o' dormice in one o' the pockets."

     Sirius came to a halt.


    “Well carry on then,” Lily said from James’s shoulder. “We don’t have all day.”


    “The chapters finished.” Sirius said in a disappointed voice because he knew that Lily wouldn’t want to read any more. “Who’s going to read next?”


    “Remus’s turn me thinks,” Alice said standing up and smiling.


    “Yeah but,” Remus stopped and looked over at Lily. Her eyes were puffy and swollen her cheeks were red from exhaustion, she looked like she was holding James for dear life. She seemed to be physically and emotionally drained. “That’s enough for tonight- it’s getting late and we should turn in.”


    “Moony,” Sirius whined, pulling at his arm as Remus stood, trying to get him to sit.


    “Padfoot,” James stood also, still with a firm grip around Lily’s arms as if he was steadying her. “It’s been a long day- it’s a lot to get our heads around, we should have a rest.”


    “We can read Chapter five tomorrow,” Alice reassured him. She took Lily’s arm from James a lifted it over her shoulders, while James regretfully watched them both go. As they acceded the staircase James watched the spot where she left. 


    “Come on, mate,” Sirius said giving his best friend a manly pat on the back. “You can wish all you want- it’s not going to make her fall for you any quicker,” and as Sirius Black followed after Remus and Peter James found himself sighing. 

    He’d never get Lily Evans, even if he tried…  

    A/N: Love it? Hate it? What was your favourite quote? sweetest? Funniest? most realistic???? I want to know! ^-^

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