Alright so I decided I am gonna get at least two more chapters out before school starts again for me. I unfortunately have projects that I have to start on because I have been procrastinating so I may not be able to give out more than two more chapters until midterms are over. I am very sorry about that.

I forgot to mention! So my friend San01 might be writing some of the chapters. I trust her enough and this way you guys get chapters at least once a month. Our writing styles are pretty similar and she might write unexpected things but I haven't really planned any of this.

Disclaimer: Harry Potter and it's characters do not belong to me. I only own two Oc's. Everything else is owned by J.K Rowling.

Chapter 2

"BOY, GET UP!" yelled Uncle Vernon. It was really early in the morning and the fat whale was too lazy to get the mail himself. That was a mistake on his part. Ciaran was waiting for this day to come because he was finally getting his Hogwarts letter. He'll make sure the whale won't get a chance to take the letter from him. Not that it would've changed anything. Ciaran ran over to the door as a letter addressed to him slipped through the door opening. (I am sorry for the life of me I can't remember what their called and I can't go back to read the books again.)

"Yes, uncle Vernon," Ciaran replied. He slipped his letter into the pocket of his cousin's baggy jeans. He took the other letters to his uncle and walked away calmly, making sure his uncle doesn't suspect anything. Ciaran will have to think about how he'll get his supplies because he doesn't have his vault keys yet. He might have to write to the headmaster but he doesn't exactly want to rely on that old coot.

"I think reading so many fan fictions with manipulative Dumbledore has poisoned me. I mean I doubt he's that bad except that fact that he's using me as a weapon," Ciaran sighed as he thought. He doesn't know how Dumbledore is in this world. The things that have happened so far really contradict with his knowledge. He can't really be sure of anything.

Besides the letter, the day went on like always. Ciaran did his chores and ate some of the leftovers. Since he accepted the owl he didn't think that the school would send over more owls. Boy was he wrong and he hates being wrong. Letters kept coming and it was annoying Ciaran. He couldn't find a time to answer back and you would think that they would get the hint. After what was perhaps the 100th letter, he had had enough. Ciaran decided to just let things go according to the book and allowed his uncle to move them all to that remote cabin on that random island.

"Uncle Vernon, why did we move?" Ciaran asked, feigning innocence. He knew why they did but he wanted to remain oblivious until he understands his standing in the wizarding world. He doesn't want them to suspect him now; media could be a curse or a blessing depending on how it was used.

It was midnight; things were going according to the book. All Ciaran had to do was wait. He hates waiting but what choice does he have? He was sitting in the dirt, doodling some anime characters. After what felt like eternity, banging could be heard from the door of the shack, and Ciaran jumped up excitedly. Finally, he was going to get out of here. Human interaction has never appealed so much. If you can count Hagrid as a human that is. He's been with the Dursleys for years and their lack of intelligence has affected him, not that Hagrid would help with that. It'll just keep him sane for awhile until he can find intelligent and trustworthy company.

Vernon woke up with a start and the fat whale of a man went to get his rifle. Ciaran was just sitting there, relaxed. He'll just observe and see what happens. Maybe it will change the encounter and make it more interesting. When Vernon refused to open the door, the giant knocked it off it's hinges and stormed in. He had his trusty umbrella and was ready to meet James and Lily's son.

"Who's there! I warn you — I'm armed!" shouted Vernon. He pointed his gun at the giant hoping to scare the man away and leave him and his family out of their freakish world. The giant squeezed himself into the hut, stooping so that his head just brushed the ceiling.

"Couldn't make us o'tea, could yeh? It's not been an easy journey…" Hagrid strode over to the sofa where Dudley sat frozen in fear. Dudley squeaked and quickly hid behind his mother who in turn was hiding behind Vernon.

"Budge up, yeh great lump," said Hagrid.

"An here's Harry!" said the giant. He gave Ciaran a smile that crinkled up his beetle like eyes.

"Las' time I saw you, you was only a baby," said the giant again. Ciaran tries to listen to the giant speak but he just couldn't focus. In the end he zoned out until the giant threw the bomb.

Sometimes in his zoning though the giant shoved a box into his hands.

"Do you mean ter tell me," Hagrid growled at the Dursleys, "that this boy — this boy! — nothin' abou' — about ANYTHING?" Ciaran obviously knew but he said nothing. He could respond with the original Harry's response but he doesn't really feel like it. If the Dursleys get in even more troutle then its better for him.

"DURSLEY!" Hagrid boomed. Apparently while Ciaran was thinking, the Dursley had only angered the giant more. Hagrid then goes on to explain that 'Harry Potter' was famous, but everything that was said went through one ear and out the next. Ciaran already knew these things but he didn't want to cause suspicions if he suddenly said he knew everything. He's lazy and that's true when it comes to listening to something twice.

"STOP I FORBID YOU!" Vernon Dursley protested in panic.

"Ah, go boil yer heads, both of yeh," said Hagrid. "Harry — yer a wizard." And there was the famous line that started it all. Well not really. It has been memes so many times that he was expecting it to come but he didn't think that Hagrid had said more than that.

Ahem. Cough. Cough.

"I'm a what?" gasped Ciaran, his voice kind of sarcastic. Hagrid didn't seem to notice as he continues.

"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." Ciaran stretched out his hand and took the yellowish envelope, addressed in emerald green to Mr. H. Potter, The floor, Hut-on-the-rock, The Sea.

"So will you be the one to get me my supplies, Mr. Hagrid sir," said Ciaran. Before Hagrid could reply, Vernon stepped in.

"He will not be going!"

"You can't decide that for me!" replied Ciaran as he panicked. He knew that his uncle couldn't stop him but that didn't stop him from almost panicking. Before an actual argument starts Hagrid interfered. He went on to call Vernon a muggle and things progressed like in the book with 'Harry' asking what a muggle was. One thing led to another and Hagrid starts explaining James and Lily's deaths.

Before the night even ended Hagrid had once again screamed at Vernon and another shouting match on whether Ciaran was going to Hogwarts. Ciaran will indeed go, and Hagrid will be the one to take him to Diagon Alley to get his supplies the next morning.

Omg I am horrible. I said two days but I am determined to get this out before December ends. Alright so my first author's note in this chapter was actually a few weeks ago and I work this chapter through on random days in December. I hope it isn't choppy and if it is not satisfying I wouldn't mind rewriting it for you guys. Of course I will also be giving you guys another chapter along with the rewrite if you want me to redo it.

BTW I am really sorry that this isn't Diagon Alley. I really wanted to get that out but I decided to reread the first book and there was so much stuff going on. I had to rewrite this chapter 3 times before I dare let you guys see it. I tried fitting it is but it just doesn't seem right. I am super sorry about that.

Anyways please review and favorite!