Chapter 2

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"Is he...alright?" Harry asked, making a face. A full minute had gone by and Harry wasn't sure if Hagrid would snap out of it on his own. Poor bloke looked like he'd been told that Santa didn't really exist. He didn't mean to drop the bomb of course, Aunt Petunia drilled it into his head that his secret 'dad' was to remain a secret. It was something that his mum had made her promise apparently. His auntie was probably meant to keep it a secret from Harry himself but caved in for some reason.

Not that Harry really cared, James would always be his father in his head. His genetic donor could suffering in the deepest pits of hell and Harry would be just fine with it.

"He's just abit jammed, here-" Dudley went and poked the bruise on the man's head, making him shout in pain. Harry winced but said nothing. Hagrid did snap out of it though, but then he started mumbling about Dumbledore again.

"Maybe we should..?" Harry trailed off, gesturing to the chains. At his Aunt's approval, he quickly tore them off Hagrid, who quietly thanked him for it.

"Let's take this inside, god knows if the suits are on their way." his uncle grumbled, stomping towards the living room. Dudley swiftly followed his dear old dad. Harry tapped the giant in the knee and silently gestured him to follow.

Once they were all settled down, Hagrid finally gathered himself and addressed the Dursleys.

"I really am sorry for everything. I was uh... abit hammered you see, before I came 'ere." he explained. "I don't know if I really believe that story about your dad and everything.." Hagrid winced at Harry's glare but marshaled on.

"But!- Professor Dumbledore would know I promise! There's got to be some sort of story behind this that I don't know about." he quickly said.

"You touched in the head mate? Why would this Dumbledore person know about our family more than us?" Dudley snorted, starting to get annoyed by Hagrid's obvious hero worship. Petunia shushed him, although she obviously agreed with what he said.

"I'm really sorry, but here.." the giant paused, handing a letter over towards Harry.

The other three quickly gathered around the raven-haired boy as he tore it open, seal and all.

"Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry... Pointy Hats and Wands? You're not serious are you?" Harry questioned, looking incredulous. "Next you'll be telling me we fly on brooms?" Hagrid's sheepish expression told him all he needed to know.

"Are there like, other magic schools out there?" Dudley asked, making a face when Hagrid looked shocked, aghast at his question.

"Well there are two others in Europe but I promise you Harry Hogwarts is the best of them! Your parents went there too you see." he tried explain, hoping to coax the family into Hogwarts.

"You teach anything else there? Don't tell me it's just magic all the time?" Vernon continued, looking suspicious. Petunia gave her husband a pat on the back for that.

"We have muggle studies if that's what you mean.." he replied, confusion filling his visage. At the Dursleys questioning looks, he elaborated as best as he could. "Well we teach the students how to operate muggle contraptions, like the telephone. We also teach muggle history and..." he trailed off, put out by the eerie way all three of his listeners were staring at him. Like he was spewing shit from his lips.

"Complete and utter ridiculousness! You teach your students how to 'operate' a flushing toilet too? I'm not sending Harry there." Petunia announced, looking as if she had made the decision final. Her husband merely nodded, half terrified to go against his wife and half agreeing with her.

"But they do teach magic..." Harry tried, immediately giving up when his aunt shot him that particular look. Thinking fast, Harry went to flick his cousin's arse. At Dudley's mouthed 'What!?' he merely jerked his head towards the adults, who were busy shooting down every single one of Hagrid pleas. Rolling his eyes, Dudley cleared his throat and raised his hand up.

"Tutors!"

Three adult heads snapped towards him in frightening synchronicity.

"Harry can have tutors over at Hogwarts or at home. It's easy really, or he can revise on his own then you can have him take the tests with me. What's the issue? It's just double work for thunderhead here." he pointed out.

"Not to toot my own horn here people, but I am kind of a genius. I should have graduated Secondary School by now remember?" Harry added on purposefully. It still rankled him that his Auntie was adamant in holding him back at school.

"He's right you know. Studies isn't a problem for him, I don't think it'll ever be actually... bloody git." he mumbled the last part, shooting a glare at his overly-talented cousin. Said cousin merely shot him the stupidest smile ever, complete with two thumbs up.

"Not my fault I'm above mere mortals cousin." he mocked-laughed at Dudley, turning his two thumbs up into middle-fingers before quickly putting them down.

"But still... I don't think I like having Harry so far away..dear?" Petunia turned, a frown on her face as she looked towards her husband.

"Yeah uncle, I'll be very far away for a long time..." Harry piled on from behind.

"Well that- it uh... doesn't seem like a bad idea?" Vernon started, eyes glancing to his left, where Harry and Dudley motioned for him to continue.

"The boy deserves it dear... it's his heritage. What would his mother say?" he continued, wincing as he saw Harry slapping his forehead and Dudley throwing his hands in the air. Petunia's eyes seemed to harden for a moment, and everyone waited for the explosion. Mentioning her dead sister was never the correct thing to do.

"I guess you're right there." she answered, sagging in her seat. Astonishing the male members of her family.

"All right! Come one then family, let's see what we need here for school!" Harry exploded out of a sudden, trying to take away some of the tension. "We're lucky Uncle Vernon's rich as hell." Harry muttered out loud as he saw the many things needed for his newly discovered magical education.

"About that.." everyone turned to Hagrid, who was startled at the attention but continued, "You're more than rich yourself Harry, oh yes you've got a vault at Gringotts - that's the Wizarding bank you see, the Potter's were very wealthy!"

"How much wealth are we talking about here big man..." Harry asked, leaning closer to Hagrid as he did. The Dursleys followed suit, mighty curious about Harry's newfound inheritance.

"Well.. I heard the Potters used to have a castle.." the big man retorted, obviously uncomfortable at Harry's 'money eyes'.

"Oh my! Are you hearing this Vernon!? Eleven years of hard work has finally paid off!" Petunia exploded, seemingly on cloud nine. She and Vernon started clapping hands like old fools, already discussing future plans.

"Did she just call me hard work?" Harry was aghast, completely insulted.

"You did shat a lightning bolt at her when we were babies mate." Dudley said, patting his cousin on the back, looking completely insincere in his attempts to comfort.

"That story was made up!" he cried in protest.

"When do we get the money then?" Dudley asked Hagrid, ignoring Harry for the moment.

"I-I have ta get the key from Professor Dumbledore first." the giant replied, looking even more uncomfortable. The look of greed on Dudley's face did not belong on an eleven-year-old. 'What the hell is wrong with this family?' was clearly plastered on his face.

"Why would Dumbledore have my Bank Key? Who the hell is this bloke anyways? I thought you said he was just the Principal of the School?" Harry asked.

"I don't know what to tell you Harry... I think your parents must have left the key with him?" Hagrid tried, trying his best to defend the Headmaster, although it did seem like he agreed how bizarre it must have looked like.

"That is weird as shit mate. " Dudley answered.

Harry snorted, trying not to laugh. Dudley's inborn tactlessness allowed him to make such comments without a care in the world. Harry was dead sure his mouth was going to get him in trouble one day. He did agree with him though, this Dumbledore figure seemed to be freakishly over-involved in his life.

"He sends spies, holds my money, and knows 'things' about my family that my family doesn't know?" Harry continued, taking pleasure at how Hagrid seemed to wilt. "Sounds like I need to have a long conversation with this Dumbledore."

Stepping closer, Harry leaned towards the giant, and to make sure the other knew he was dead serious, he channeled his powers, making his eyes glow blue and crackle with lightning.

"Even if I have to stick my hand up the man's arse to make him spill." he growled.

"He'll do it you know." Dudley added on, unhelpfully in Hagrid's opinion. "I once saw him stick Piers Polkiss' head into Macolm's-"

"I think Hagrid gets the point." Harry said.

"Well, I think I need to be going off now." Hagrid mumbled, moving unexpectedly swift for his size. The man mumbled goodbyes before practically sprinting towards the door.

"I'll be here the day after tomorrow for your um... school supplies. Good talk, I'll be off now!" he said, smashing the door shut.

Vernon and Petunia, who was still discussing how to spend Harry's money were far too busy this time to care about what their children were up to.

Said children were obviously planning to take advantage of the situation,

"If you can shit lightning, you can eat it mate, don't pussy out now." Dudley said, snorting at the end.

"Who're you calling a puss!? Gimme those." Harry half-yelled, ripping the torn cables from Dudley's hand. Said cables were sparking intermittently, charged up and connected to the power line in the house. Without further prompting, the dark haired boy bit down hard on the exposed parts of the wire.

"Woah.." Dudley let out softly as his cousin lit up like a christmas tree, the lights in the house flickered as Harry's eyes glowed a soft blue, his hair flowing up softly as he literally ate the energy out from the cables.

"How do you feel?" Dudley asked tentatively, afraid he would get shocked if he stepped closer.

"Like...I feel like.." Harry trailed off, observing his limbs in wonder. Out of a sudden, he took off, kicking the ground so hard there were tiny craters left in the earth. Dudley's jaw dropped in wonder as his cousin almost flew near eighty meters into the air.

"That is wicked..." he whispered in astonishment as Harry peaked, before jumping out of the way gravity imposed it's will, bringing his cousin down mercilessly. Harry screamed in terror as he slammed into the unforgiving earth.

"Bloody hell!" Dudley cried out in horror as he sprinted to check on Harry, who was laughing his arse off, miraculously unhurt. His shirt was torn in a few places, his hair caked in dirt and jeans torn apart, but otherwise he was completely fine.

"Eating electricity is like steroids mate!" Dudley concluded redundantly, laughing along with his cousin. "Quick! We should test this more!" He cried out, pulling Harry to his feet and pushing him towards a mid sized tree.

Getting Dudley's point, Harry quickly dashed towards it and threw a right hook, completely decimating it's bark and bringing it down with ridiculous ease.

"That is completely wicked mate! We should start a new diet or something for you!" right at that moment, Petunia's shoe landed on the back of Dudley's head. As sense of dread filled the blond child, as if death itself had come to claim his fat arse.

"BUT HARRY-!" and just like that Harry James Potter was nowhere to be found.

"I don't deserve this- POTTER COME HERE!"

As usual, Harry got off scot-free and was already putting lotion on his skin as Dudley got his arse colored red

A/N: idk man