Harry Potter and Lily's Horcrux
Chapter Two: The dynamic entrance of a big friendly giant named Hagrid
Summary - They all thought Lily was the perfect girl. But all good girls were bad girls who never get caught. Now Lily is back and tutoring her son to be as Slytherin as he could be. Oh, what would they say?
Disclaimer- No. Unfortunately, I'm not JKR.
The storm shook the Dursley's whole house to its roots, lightning flashed brightly, illuminating Harry's room. If one was to peer into the glass windows, he might have seen a ghostly outline of a young woman in her early twenties sitting next to a boy with messy black hair and jaded eyes.
Lily was in her semi-corporeal form, sitting beside Harry and gazing out of the window. Rain pelted mercilessly against the glass, it was a wonder they did not shatter.
"Oh, it's beautiful, isn't it?" Harry asked, staring at the thick curtain of rain. "And on the night before my birthday too." He added sarcastically.
"Ha ha. I'm sure the rain will let up soon." Lily grinned and ruffled Harry's hair, knowing he really hated anyone messing his already messy hair up. "And do you want to go to the zoo tomorrow? And we'll buy you some birthday presents on the way back too." The 'since the Dursleys apparently wouldn't' hung in the air between them.
Harry nodded eagerly. "Oh yes! Dudley always gets to celebrate hid birthdays at different places."
Lily frowned, "Don't talk about them now, they'll just spoil the mood." Unfortunately, what was don was done, and the mood was already sour. To her, at least.
Both fell silent an gazed out of the window. The clock read 11:55 pm in large luminous red letters, and Hadrian yawned.
"Perhaps you should go to sleep. You're going to have a long day tomorrow." Lily suggested softly, smoothing down her son's hair.
"Mnnn…mum, you never told me who Tom Riddle is." Harry blinked blearily at Lily and snuggled closer to her. He glanced at the clock. Great, another 3 minutes. Time was ticking extremely slowly for him today.
Lily glanced at Harry and sighed. "Do you really want to know? I can't guarantee you're going to be sastified though, because my knowledge of things is pretty outdated. "
At Harry's adamant face, she gave in. "Well-" Lily suddenly paused, looking out of the window. "Someone's coming." A wary glint appeared in her eyes. "I forgot. You're turning eleven. So that means a Hogwarts' professor is coming to get you. How could I have forgotten?" Turning to Harry, she murmured, "I'll be going, dearie. Take care-" Her semi-corporeal form disappeared in a shower of golden sparks.
The diary dropped on Harry's lap. Harry put it aside, and peered out of the window. He could just make out the foggy form of a really big man.
BOOM. There was a loud noise, and Harry jumped in fright. This really big man who according to his mother was a Hogwarts professor, was knocking on the door. Harry was on his feet in a moment. Grabbing the diary, he stuffed it into a random drawer and slammed open his bedroom door in his haste to get the door, partly in excitement, partly in terror. If the giant guy knocked the door again, the door might not survive. And Harry liked that door with the snake pattered doorknob.
BOOM.
Harry rushed down the stairs as the door to the master bedroom was flung open. A purple faced Vernon emerged followed by a sort of frightened Petunia. Dudley the fat pig boy took a little longer to get up.
"Where's the cannon?" Dudley whined stupidly. " I was sleeping."
Harry shook his head. He knew that pig boy was stupid. But this? Couldn't even consider as stupid. This was retarded.
CRASH.
The door came flying off its hinges. Harry mourned for the poor door. He was fond of it. Then he wondered what type of force the person had used. It certainly was impressive.
Harry took a good look at the man outside the door, holding a flowery pink umbrella, and could not help but gape. He knew the man was big, but this was – gigantic. Harry was so taken by the man's huge frame he didn't even close his mouth.
Close your mouth honey. It will attract flies. The man is Hagrid, by the way. Although I don't remember him being quite so large. Lily said offhandedly in Harry's head.
Hagrid? Harry wondered in his mind.
Yes. The amiable oaf I told you about a few years ago. Harry got the impression that his mother actually narrowed her eyes threateningly. Did you actually listen? She asked dangerously.
Uh. Harry was saved from answering when Uncle Vernon finally found his voice, only what came out sounded like a squeak.
Vernon then cleared his throat and squeaked again. "Who are you?"
Author's Note :
I, the original author's cousin, has typed this chapter of this story, as the original author is being lazy and wrote a big pile of BS in my notebook about this story. This is the edited version of it though, soooo the language isn't that bad. 0.o Ok anyway, sorry for the shortness of this chapter. Will be longer next time, me swears. R&R :)