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Harry Potter was not what Hagrid had expected. Not at all.
He had been sent to take the boy to Diagon, a task he was more than happy to do if it meant see Lily and James' little boy.
But never had he expected this. Lily and James had been rather good-looking people in Hagrid's opinion, but they couldn't even remotely compare to the beautiful boy that answered the door. Hagrid wasn't entirely sure this tiny kid eye patched was Harry and not maybe a relative. He didn't look a day older than six, but when asked if Harry was home, the child simply frowned saying, "That's me." in a cautious tone.
This tiny one eyed boy was Harry Potter?! Sure, James was short, but there was no way he was this small at eleven.
What was even stranger was the tall boy, an inexplicably handsome boy standing protectively behind the saviour. Now, Hagrid was well aware he wasn't the sharpest wand in the wand shop, but he was pretty sure that red eyes and white hair was not a common feature for muggles -or wizard for that matter-, so he couldn't help himself when he rudely asked, "Who are yeh?"
The teen chuckled. "Nice to meet you too. I'm Milo Grey, Harry's friend."
Milo Grey, he's the one who lives seven doors down from Potter, a foster child if Hagrid remembered right...
A foster child who was eleven! This kid was eleven?! No, he wasn't a tall a Hagrid as a boy (though he's also not a half-giant), but he's taller than the youngest Weasley-boy! In fact he's taller than some of the older ones!
"H- how old are yeh?" he found himself asking.
The red-eyed boy blinked. "Eleven, why?"
Hagrid simply shook his head. "No reason."
He stared at the two boys who were currently whispering to one another, occasionally glancing upstairs. Harry turned back.
"Would you like to come in?" asked the tiny boy sweetly.
Hagrid nodded and the two boys stepped aside allowing him into the abnormally clean house. He was led into the living room, where he sat on a rather stiff couch. The Milo boy situated himself in the armchair across from him.
"I'll go make some tea." said Harry, walking through, what Hagrid assumed to be, the kitchen door.
He sat in silence awkwardly glancing about the room, the strangely threatening figure of Grey continuously putting him on edge. In the end, it was Milo who initiated conversation.
"You must be from Hogwarts, no?"
Hagrid stared in confusion. "Yeh know 'bout Hogwarts then?"
He shrugged. "Well yes, I received my letter in January."
Hagrid nodded and the basked in silence yet again, really uncomfortable silence.
"What 'appened to 'is eye?"
Hagrid shifted as the Demon's eyes darkened with a smirk. "Mmm... he fell."
The half-giant didn't believe it for a second, but he knew it probably wouldn't be smart to press the matter. He instead opted to listen to the sound of clinking dishes as Harry prepared the tea.
The door opened again and the boy walked in, his arms shaking slightly under the weight of the silvery tray he held. Milo stood, grabbing the tray from petite hands and placing it on the coffee table.
"Sorry for the wait." smiled the child as he passed Hagrid a somewhat large teacup.
He blinked as Harry squeezed into the space next to Milo, almost sitting on the boy's lap.
"So what brings you here?" asked the raven curiously.
Hagrid flinched, brought out of his slight daze. "Um oh, I'm here ter bring yeh this." He fished through his many pockets, grabbing miscellaneous objects. He finally pulled out a brown package along with a slightly crumpled letter, sealed by the Hogwarts stamp.
Harry blinked at the package placed in his lap. "I know this is a Hogwarts letter, but what is the package for?"
Hagrid smiled kindly at the endearing child's stare. "Just 'o little birthday present for yeh. I thought yeh might not get many, judgin' by what've heard 'bout the Dursleys."
Milo's eyes narrowed, glaring at the box before turning back to Hagrid. "So you people know what the Dursleys are like?"
Hagrid flinched at the cold tone, he did not expect this.
"Well, not really" he weedled. "Only Albus has any real information, but ol' Minnie said they were the worst sort of Muggles."
Harry giggled, his fresh voice filling the room, "Maybe not the worst, but definitely pretty close."
Milo sneered, growling slightly, "If they knew that, then why hadn't he been removed?"
Was is really that bad? Why would it so important?
"The Headmaster said Harry would be safer here."
Milo simply snorted. The room was thick with tension, only Harry who was still smiling happily, seemed unperturbed by the atmosphere. He excitedly tore open the box and grinned at the leather bound book.
"Thas' a photo album." said Hagrid motioning to the book. "Belonged to yeh parents, thought it was only right ta return it to ya'."
Harry smiled even wider as he flipped through the pages of moving pictures. Milo staring over the boy's shoulder.
"Thank you." he finally said, his voice cracking. "This is the best birthday present ever."
Hagrid smiled kindly. "You're welcome. Now, why don't we open tha' letter o' yeh's, eh?"
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.
Hagrid smiled at the boy's elated face.
"So, I have to reply now, don't I? But, I don't have an owl.
The half-giant reached into one of his coat pockets again, and pulled out a rather ruffled looking barn-owl.
"You were keeping a like owl in your coat?" deadpanned Milo.
Hagrid chuckled awkwardly in response, "Heh heh... yeah."
Harry quickly scribbled his reply and Hagrid sent the owl on it's way.
"We're going to Diagon Alley now, right?" asked the green-eye(d) boy.
Hagrid frowned thoughtfully. "I dunno, I think I should tell yeh family first, righ'?"
Milo smirked and leaned back in his seat. "We'll leave a note."
Harry giggled a bit. "Yeah, they won't mind."
He hopped off his seat and grabbed his friend's hand.
"Excuse us," Harry quipped. "We're just gonna get our stuff."
They walked into the hallway and turned the corner towards the stairs towards the stairs and out of Hagrid's sight.
The half-giant looked around the room, taking in his surroundings. It was a stiff room, filled to the brim with lace and doilies. The was a strange black box in front of the couch with 'samsung' written across the bottom in silver lettering. There was a slew of pictures sitting on the mantelpiece of a rather small, underused fireplace, all containing an obese boy with blond hair. It striked Hagrid as strange that none of them contained Harry.
So preoccupied in his thoughts, he never noticed the bang and moan that resonated upstairs.
The two returned donning grey summer sweaters and matching shoes, Harry had a white bag slung over his shoulder and a black eyepatch instead of the white post-op he had worn before.
"Let's go, shall we?" said Milo with a hand clasped on his friend's shoulder.
Hagrid nodded and the left for Diagon Alley.
Mmmyeah so that's what happened. You like? Good. This is the first REAL chapter I've done without pagevbreaks! Yay OvO