509This is dedicated to njferrel. Even though all anyone had to do to have it dedicated to them was review first, this reviewer fed my plot bunny until it was fat and thoroughly earned the dedication. WOOT.
Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter, his father would be Snape and he'd be married to Draco at a young age. *throws disclaimer at lawyers* I DON'T OWN IT!
"Yer a wizard, 'Arry." Hagrid's eyes seemed to twinkle with an inner light.
"THAT'S IT! GET OUT! YOU WILL NOT TAKE HIM TO BE TAUGHT BY A FREAK MAGICIAN TO PULL RABBITS FROM A HAT! NOT LIKE- LIKE HER!" The unlikely source for the explosion caught everyone off-guard, and Harry and Vernon blinked at the heavily breathing Petunia.
"You… Knew?" Harry's voice didn't seem to be working correctly, and it came out as a croak. He cleared his throat.
Petunia turned on him, and hissed, "Yes. Yes, I knew. God, you're just like your mother. A freak through and through. But did my parents see that? No, they were delighted to have a witch in the family. But I knew better- she was getting stranger and stranger every year, until one time, she went off and married another of her kind and managed to get themselves blown up by another of her kind!" Petunia took a deep breath and glared at Harry with eyes filled with loathing, "You will not be like her. You will not be another LILLY!" Vernon hesitantly laid a hand on her shoulder.
"They… You said they died in a car crash! They were- they were murdered!" Harry stared disbelievingly at his aunt and uncle.
"YE TWO!" Hagrid roared, and everyone jumped, "YE DI'IN'T TELL HIM NOTHIN' DID YE? MOS' IMPOR'ANT BOY IN WIZARDIN' 'ISTORY AN' HE DI'IN'T KNOW MAGIC EXISTED!"
"IT WAS FOR HIS OWN GOOD! HE WILL NOT GO TO THAT SCHOOL!" Petunia shrieked back.
"C'mon, 'Arry!" Harry jumped as Hagrid addressed him, "Yer goin' ta 'Ogwarts. Imagine, 'Arry Potter not goin' ta 'Ogwarts." He snorted, "Yer name's been down afore ye were born."
"What?" Harry was already following Hagrid out the door- regardless of his status as an unknown. "Why?"
Hagrid looked back at the two older Dursleys, "'E'll be back la'er, and then 'e'll go ta school on September 1st, so don' ye ferget it." Vernon nodded, seeming like a bobblehead in his eagerness and fear. Petunia jerked her head down, and then back up. Hagrid seemed to register Harry's question, "Er, 'm'not the best person ta 'splain it, but'll try." Hagrid opened a pink umbrella Harry hadn't noticed before, and Hagrid looked nervously down at Harry. "M'not s'posed ta use magic 'cept to get to ye, but it'll go faster, if ye don' tell." Harry nodded eagerly, grinning in excitement, and Hagrid positioned the umbrella over their heads and said, "Leaky Cauldren."
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Draco almost bounced up and down with glee but- being a Malfoy- he did not. No, anyone looking at the Malfoy heir would have believed he was merely reading an uninteresting book. Draco and his father, Lucius Malfoy, were entering Diagon Alley a way he had not gone before- through the Leaky Cauldren. As he and his father entered the pub, they noticed a small mob of people surrounding a mountain of pockets and a barely visible tuft of black hair. Suddenly the owner of said hair broke out of the crowd, landing on Draco. Draco found himself looking into a pair of almost electric green eyes that reminded him of rainforest jungles and forests. He pushed the person off him and ignored the stammered apologies.
"It doesn't matter," He dusted himself off and walked towards his father, who was leaving the Leaky Cauldren for Diagon Alley, "Good day."