The Many Faces of Harry Potter

Summary: Harry Potter a wizard? Yeah right. Harry, growing up with the Dursleys knew nothing about being a wizard or anything magic related at all. Now some freakishly tall man comes storming into his life claiming he is one! Great and to think he didn't have a hard time with the Dursleys. Welcome to Hogwarts Harry, school of Witchcraft and Wizardry, but remember to keep that multi-personality disorder in check!

Disclaimer: Unfortunately I don't own anything.

Chapter One

Harry raised an eyebrow at the rather larger man.

"And why would I want to go to Hogwarts?" He asked coolly as he sat himself on the cold concrete ground.

Hagrid let a startled expression pass his face as he put his tea cup down before he addressed Harry's question.

"Blimy Harry, I thought you'd at least want to go. Your parents had attended Hogwarts."

That caught Harry's attention. He put on a bright look of interest. Hagrid intrigued Harry, but maybe it was the fact that Hagrid mentioned his parents.

"You knew my parents? But I thought they died in a car crash?" He questioned with sickening sweetness.

Hagrid stood up quickly and turned to glare at the Dursley elders.

"Car crash!" Hagrid roard, " Is that what you've been telling him? Lily and James never died in a car crash!"

Angrily he snapped his body around to face the youngest Dursley. Raising his pink umbrella up, he jabbed it into Dudley's chest. With a yell of pain, Dudley jumped back and covered his large bottom. Screaming Mr. and Mrs. Dursley rushed over to their son. Seeing a pink, curly pig's tail sticking out of their son's backside, Vernon turned his purple face to glare at Hagrid.

"Turn him back, or I'll….."

"Or you'll do what? Hagrid spat, cutting off Vernon in the middle of his sentence. He jabbed Vernon with the tip of his umbrella to emphasis his threat.

Harry marveled at the rate that his Uncle turned from purple to a pale paste color. Smirking slightly, Harry decided to go to this "Hogwarts," just to learn how to make the Durslys incompatible.

"Hagrid, sir!" Harry piped up, how voice oh so quivering, eyes growing wide with fright, while lightly biting his lower lip to complete his innocent look. "Please don't hurt them ," he whispered ever so softly, water filling his big, jewel green eyes.

Hagrid looked down at the boy and grunting softly, "Fine." he lowered his umbrella only to her glare back at Vernon. "But I'm warning you Vernon, if I here a much of a bloody squeak coming from you about Harry here going to Hogwarts, then I will be sure to do worse then what I did to Dudley here."

Vernon's gulp was echoed off the stone wall. His shaking form was visible to everyone in the room, but despite his fear of the lager man's threat, he still nodded his head in understating.

Harry tugged lightly on Hagrid's sleeve, trying to advert his attention away from Harry's relatives. "Um, Hagrid, do you not think we should be going now?"

Hagrid looked startled for a moment before smiling at Harry. "Your right." Picking up his coat, he shrugged it on. "Well, off we go then, eh Harry?" Harry laughed, a small smirked playing on his lips as he left his only family members. Oh, how he new that this was gonna be a blinding good year.

Harry, to say in the least, was absolute amazed about magic. It just felt so, surreal. To think, he would be attaining a school of magic. Oh the possibilities. Never had he hoped to be gifted with something so wonderful and pleasant but fantasy soon brought him back to reality. They stopped short at the shore, were a boat awaited for Hagrid and himself. The boat itself was terribly small, old and worn out, not something that should be able to hold himself, let alone Hagrid. "We're going in that thing?" Harry sneered , completely loosing his innocent, wide eyes only to be replaced with that of horrified ones.

"Do not fear, Harry," Hagrid assured him, "this maybe the only thing I have but I can promise you that it should hold the both of us." To reaffirm his claim, Hagrid tapped the boat on it's side before gently pushing it out in to water further. "Should hold a full grown dragon now." he beamed.

"Dragon?" Harry question, as he let Hagrid pick him up and place him in to the boat, before Hagrid clambered in behind him .

"Oh yeah, there's many different magical creatured in the Wizardin' World. I loved to have a dragon as a pet one day," Hagrid sighed with misty looking eyes. He shook his head and smiled at Harry, with a quick tap to the side of the boat, they both took off across the water.

They both sat in slience, as the boat raced towards the main land, but it did not matter to Harry either way. He was finally free, yes sweet freedom. No longer will he have to suffer under those God-forsaken relatives of his. No, he had a new home now. One full of mystery and fantasy. One full of magic and make believe. A place he knew that was only held for those who those fiction stories and their dreams. Yes, Harry could feel it. All this power running through his veins, was magic. And Hogwarts was the place that will help him secede in harnessing it. 'Wonder what is gonna be like?' There was no answers for him now, but there was some soon. Harry looked back at the hut that he was staying in. It looked so small and faraway, that in a sense, he some how felt that he would miss it. Shrugging the feeling off, he look ahead at Hagrid.

Feeling someone's stare, Hagrid looked down and smiled at Harry. "Can ya' do me a favor?" he asked, as the near the main land. Harry nodded and stayed silent to allow Hagrid to continue, "Don't go mentionin' anyone that I used magic in front of muggles? Not really suppose to be doin' that in front of them." He patted his umbrella for good measure. Laughter rolled off Harry's lips, but he agreed to Hagrid's request as well.

"What a muggle?" Harry question, once his laughter died down and the boat came to a stop.

"Just people who can't per'orm magic!" Hagrid bellowed. "Like those no good relatives of yours." Harry nodded his head and slowly got off the boat. He heard a soft swish and then Hagrid's huge feet following after him, up the bank.

'Yes, this will be a bloody good year.' With one last look across the water to the place he once stayed at, Harry gave a small smile. Million of thoughts ran through his head, but not one seemed important enough to be brought attention to. He turned back to follow Hagrid, the small firmly planted on his face.

AN: Well that's the first chapter! Thanks for reading so far. Really liked to know how I did on my first fan fiction. Whoot! Please, reviews make the story (kitty: and my flippin' REDVINES!). I love to hear your opinion's, unless it is homophobia ones, and pointers on the writing format, grammer, ect.