BOOM. They knocked again. Dudley jerked awake. "Where's thecannon?" he said stupidly. There was a crash behind them and Uncle Vernon came skiddinginto the room. He was holding a rifle in his hands -- now they knewwhat had been in the long, thin package he had brought with them. "Who's there?" he shouted. "I warn you -- I'm armed!" There was a pause. Then -- SMASH! The door was hit with such force that it swung clean off itshinges and with a deafening crash landed flat on the floor. A giant of a man was standing in the doorway. His face wasalmost completely hidden by a long, shaggy mane of hair and a wild,tangled beard, but you could make out his eyes, glinting like blackbeetles under all the hair. The giant squeezed his way into the hut, stooping so that hishead just brushed the ceiling. He bent down, picked up the door,and fitted it easily back into its frame. The noise of the stormoutside dropped a little. He turned to look at them all. "Couldn't make us a cup o' tea, could yeh? It's not been aneasy journey..." He strode over to the sofa where Dudley sat frozen with fear. "Budge up, yeh great lump," said the stranger. Dudley squeaked and ran to hide behind his mother, who wascrouching, terrified, behind Uncle Vernon. "An' here's Harry!" said the giant. Harry looked up into the fierce, wild, shadowy face and sawthat the beetle eyes were crinkled in a smile. "Las' time I saw you, you was only a baby," said the giant. "Yehlook a lot like yet dad, but yeh've got yet mom's eyes." Uncle Vernon made a funny rasping noise. I demand that you leave at once, sit!" he said. "You are breakingand entering!" "Ah, shut up, Dursley, yeh great prune," said the giant; hereached over the back of the sofa, jerked the gun out of UncleVernon's hands, bent it into a knot as easily as if it had beenmade of rubber, and threw it into a corner of the room. Uncle Vernon made another funny noise, like a mouse beingtrodden on. "Anyway -- Harry," said the giant, turning his back on theDursleys, "a very happy birthday to yeh. Got summat fer yeh here --I mighta sat on it at some point, but it'll taste all right." From an inside pocket of his black overcoat he pulled a slightlysquashed box. Harry opened it with trembling fingers. Inside was alarge, sticky chocolate cake with Happy Birthday Harry written onit in green icing. Harry looked up at the giant. He meant to say thank you, but thewords got lost on the way to his mouth, and what he said instead was,"Who are you?" The giant chuckled. "True, I haven't introduced meself. Rubeus Hagrid, Keeper ofKeys and Grounds at Hogwarts." He held out an enormous hand and shook Harry's whole arm. "What about that tea then, eh?" he said, rubbing his handstogether. "I'd not say no ter summat stronger if yeh've got it,mind." His eyes fell on the empty grate with the shriveled chip bags init and he snorted. He bent down over the fireplace; they couldn't seewhat he was doing but when he drew back a second later, there wasa roaring fire there. It filled the whole damp hut with flickeringlight and Harry felt the warmth wash over him as though he'd sunkinto a hot bath. The giant sat back down on the sofa, which sagged under hisweight, and began taking all sorts of things out of the pockets ofhis coat: a copper kettle, a squashy package of sausages, a poker,a teapot, several chipped mugs, and a bottle of some amber liquidthat he took a swig from before starting to make tea. Soon the hutwas full of the sound and smell of sizzling sausage. Nobody said athing while the giant was working, but as he slid the first six fat,juicy, slightly burnt sausages from the poker, Dudley fidgeted alittle. Uncle Vernon said sharply, "Don't touch anything he givesyou, Dudley." The giant chuckled darkly. "Yet great puddin' of a son don' need fattenin' anymore, Dursley,don' worry." He passed the sausages to Harry, who was so hungry he had nevertasted anything so wonderful, but he still couldn't take his eyesoff the giant. Finally, as nobody seemed about to explain anything,he said, "I'm sorry, but I still don't really know who you are." The giant took a gulp of tea and wiped his mouth with the backof his hand. "Call me Hagrid," he said, "everyone does. An' like I told yeh,I'm Keeper of Keys at Hogwarts -- yeh'll know all about Hogwarts,o' course. "Er -- no," said Harry. Hagrid looked shocked. "Sorry," Harry said quickly. "Sony?" barked Hagrid, turning to stare at the Dursleys, whoshrank back into the shadows. "It' s them as should be sorry! I knewyeh weren't gettin' yer letters but I never thought yeh wouldn'teven know abou' Hogwarts, fer cryin' out loud! Did yeh never wonderwhere yet parents learned it all?" "All what?" asked Harry. "ALL WHAT?" Hagrid thundered. "Now wait jus' one second!" He had leapt to his feet. In his anger he seemed to fill thewhole hut. The Dursleys were cowering against the wall. "Do you mean ter tell me," he growled at the Dursleys, "thatthis boy -- this boy! -- knows nothin' abou' -- about ANYTHING?" Harry thought this was going a bit far. He had been to school,after all, and his marks weren't bad. "I know some things," he said. "I can, you know, do math andstuff." But Hagrid simply waved his hand and said, "About our world,I mean. Your world. My world. Yer parents' world." "What world?" Hagrid looked as if he was about to explode. "DURSLEY!" he boomed. Uncle Vernon, who had gone very pale, whispered something thatsounded like "Mimblewimble." Hagrid stared wildly at Harry. "But yeh must know about yet mom and dad," he said. "I mean,they're famous. You're famous." "What? My -- my mom and dad weren't famous, were they?" "Yeh don' know... yeh don' know..." Hagrid ran his fingersthrough his hair, fixing Harry with a bewildered stare. "Yeh don' know what yeh are?" he said finally. Uncle Vernon suddenly found his voice. "Stop!" he commanded. "Stop right there, sit! I forbid you totell the boy anything!" A braver man than Vernon Dursley would have quailed under thefurious look Hagrid now gave him; when Hagrid spoke, his everysyllable trembled with rage. "You never told him? Never told him what was in the letterDumbledore left fer him? I was there! I saw Dumbledore leave it,Dursley! An' you've kept it from him all these years?" "Kept what from me?" said Harry eagerly. "STOP! I FORBID YOU!" yelled Uncle Vernon in panic. Aunt Petunia gave a gasp of horror. "Ah, go boil yet heads, both of yeh," said Hagrid. "Harry --yet a wizard." There was silence inside the hut. Only the sea and the whistlingwind could be heard. "-- a what?" gasped Harry. "A wizard, o' course," said Hagrid, sitting back down on thesofa, 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' dadlike yours, what else would yeh be? An' I reckon it's abou' timeyeh read yer letter." Harry stretched out his hand at last to take the yellowishenvelope, addressed in emerald green to Mr. H. Potter, The Floor,Hut-on-the-Rock, The Sea. He pulled out the letter and read: HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY Headmaster: ALBUS DUMBLEDORE (Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards) Dear Mr. Potter, We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted atHogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find encloseda list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later thanJuly 31. Yours sincerely, Minerva McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress Questions exploded inside Harry's head like fireworks and hecouldn't decide which to ask first. After a few minutes he stammered,"What does it mean, they await my owl?" "Gallopin' Gorgons, that reminds me," said Hagrid, clapping ahand to his forehead with enough force to knock over a cart horse,and from yet another pocket inside his overcoat he pulled an owl --a real, live, rather ruffled-looking owl -- a long quill, and aroll of parchment. With his tongue between his teeth he scribbleda note that Harry could read upside down: Dear Professor Dumbledore, Given Harry his letter. Taking him to buy his things tomorrow. Weather's horrible. Hope you're Well. Hagrid Hagrid rolled up the note, gave it to the owl, which clampedit in its beak, went to the door, and threw the owl out into thestorm. Then he came back and sat down as though this was as normalas talking on the telephone. Harry realized his mouth was open and closed it quickly. "Where was I?" said Hagrid, but at that moment, Uncle Vernon,still ashen-faced but looking very angry, moved into the firelight. "He's not going," he said. Hagrid grunted. "I'd like ter see a great Muggle like you stop him," he said. "A what?" said Harry, interested. "A Muggle," said Hagrid, "it's what we call nonmagic folk likethern. An' it's your bad luck you grew up in a family o' the biggestMuggles I ever laid eyes on." "We swore when we took him in we'd put a stop to that rubbish,"said Uncle Vernon, "swore we'd stamp it out of him! Wizard indeed!" "You knew?" said Harry. "You knew I'm a -- a wizard?" "Knew!" shrieked Aunt Petunia suddenly. "Knew! Of course weknew! How could you not be, my dratted sister being what she was? Oh,she got a letter just like that and disappeared off to that-thatschool-and came home every vacation with her pockets full of frogspawn, turning teacups into rats. I was the only one who saw herfor what she was -- a freak! But for my mother and father, oh no,it was Lily this and Lily that, they were proud of having a witchin the family!" She stopped to draw a deep breath and then went ranting on. Itseemed she had been wanting to say all this for years. "Then she met that Potter at school and they left and got marriedand had you, and of course I knew you'd be just the same, justas strange, just as -- as -- abnormal -- and then, if you please,she went and got herself blown up and we got landed with you!" Harry had gone very white. As soon as he found his voice he said,"Blown up? You told me they died in a car crash!" "CAR CRASH!" roared Hagrid, jumping up so angrily that theDursleys scuttled back to their corner. "How could a car crash killLily an' James Potter? It's an outrage! A scandal! Harry Potternot knowin' his own story when every kid in our world knows hisname!" "But why? What happened?" Harry asked urgently. The anger faded from Hagrid's face. He looked suddenly anxious. "I never expected this," he said, in a low, worried voice. "Ihad no idea, when Dumbledore told me there might be trouble gettin'hold of yeh, how much yeh didn't know. Ah, Harry, I don' knowif I'm the right person ter tell yeh -- but someone 3 s gotta --yeh can't go off ter Hogwarts not knowin'." He threw a dirty look at the Dursleys. "Well, it's best yeh know as much as I can tell yeh -- mind,I can't tell yeh everythin', it's a great myst'ry, parts of it...." He sat down, stared into the fire for a few seconds, and thensaid, "It begins, I suppose, with -- with a person called -- but it'sincredible yeh don't know his name, everyone in our world knows --" "Who? " "Well -- I don' like sayin' the name if I can help it. Noone does." "Why not?" "Gulpin' gargoyles, Harry, people are still scared. Blimey,this is difficult. See, there was this wizard who went... bad. Asbad as you could go. Worse. Worse than worse. His name was..." Hagrid gulped, but no words came out. "Could you write it down?" Harry suggested. "Nah -can't spell it. All right -- Voldemort. " Hagridshuddered. "Don' make me say it again. Anyway, this -- this wizard,about twenty years ago now, started lookin' fer followers. Got 'em,too -- some were afraid, some just wanted a bit o' his power, 'causehe was gettin' himself power, all right. Dark days, Harry. Didn'tknow who ter trust, didn't dare get friendly with strange wizards orwitches... terrible things happened. He was takin' over. 'Course,some stood up to him -- an' he killed 'em. Horribly. One o' theonly safe places left was Hogwarts. Reckon Dumbledore's the onlyone You-Know-Who was afraid of. Didn't dare try takin' the school,not jus' then, anyway. "Now, yer mum an' dad were as good a witch an' wizard as Iever knew. Head boy an' girl at Hogwarts in their day! Supposethe myst'ry is why You-Know-Who never tried to get 'em on his sidebefore... probably knew they were too close ter Dumbledore ter wantanythin' ter do with the Dark Side. "Maybe he thought he could persuade 'em... maybe he just wanted'em outta the way. All anyone knows is, he turned up in the villagewhere you was all living, on Halloween ten years ago. You was justa year old. He came ter yer house an' -- an' --" Hagrid suddenly pulled out a very dirty, spotted handkerchiefand blew his nose with a sound like a foghorn. "Sorry," he said. "But it's that sad -- knew yer mum an' dad,an' nicer people yeh couldn't find -- anyway..." "You-Know-Who killed 'em. An' then -- an' this is the realmyst'ry of the thing -- he tried to kill you, too. Wanted termake a clean job of it, I suppose, or maybe he just liked killin'by then. But he couldn't do it. Never wondered how you got thatmark on yer forehead? That was no ordinary cut. That's what yeh getwhen a Powerful, evil curse touches yeh -- took care of yer mum an'dad an' yer house, even -- but it didn't work on you, an' that's whyyer famous, Harry. No one ever lived after he decided ter kill 'em,no one except you, an' he'd killed some o' the best witches an'wizards of the age -- the McKinnons, the Bones, the Prewetts --an' you was only a baby, an' you lived." Something very painful was going on in Harry's mind. As Hagrid'sstory came to a close, he saw again the blinding flash of greenlight, more clearly than he had ever remembered it before -- and heremembered something else, for the first time in his life: a high,cold, cruel laugh. Hagrid was watching him sadly. "Took yeh from the ruined house myself, on Dumbledore'sorders. Brought yeh ter this lot..." "Load of old tosh," said Uncle Vernon. Harry jumped; he hadalmost forgotten that the Dursleys were there. Uncle Vernon certainlyseemed to have got back his courage. He was glaring at Hagrid andhis fists were clenched. "Now, you listen here, boy," he snarled, "I accept there'ssomething strange about you, probably nothing a good beatingwouldn't have cured -- and as for all this about your parents,well, they were weirdos, no denying it, and the world's better offwithout them in my opinion -- asked for all they got, getting mixedup with these wizarding types -- just what I expected, always knewthey'd come to a sticky end --" But at that moment, Hagrid leapt from the sofa and drew abattered pink umbrella from inside his coat. Pointing this at UncleVernon like a sword, he said, "I'm warning you, Dursley -I'm warningyou -- one more word... " In danger of being speared on the end of an umbrella by abearded giant, Uncle Vernon's courage failed again; he flattenedhimself against the wall and fell silent. "That's better," said Hagrid, breathing heavily and sitting backdown on the sofa, which this time sagged right down to the floor. Harry, meanwhile, still had questions to ask, hundreds of them. "But what happened to Vol--, sorry -- I mean, You-Know-Who?" "Good question, Harry. Disappeared. Vanished. Same night hetried ter kill you. Makes yeh even more famous. That's the biggestmyst'ry, see... he was gettin' more an' more powerful -- why'd he go? "Some say he died. Codswallop, in my opinion. Dunno if he hadenough human left in him to die. Some say he's still out there,bidin' his time, like, but I don' believe it. People who was on hisside came back ter ours. Some of 'em came outta kinda trances. Don~reckon they could've done if he was comin' back. "Most of us reckon he's still out there somewhere but lost hispowers. Too weak to carry on. 'Cause somethin' about you finishedhim, Harry. There was somethin' goin' on that night he hadn'tcounted on -- I dunno what it was, no one does -- but somethin'about you stumped him, all right." Hagrid looked at Harry with warmth and respect blazing inhis eyes, but Harry, instead of feeling pleased and proud, feltquite sure there had been a horrible mistake. A wizard? Him? Howcould he possibly be? He'd spent his life being clouted by Dudley,and bullied by Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon; if he was really awizard, why hadn't they been turned into warty toads every timethey'd tried to lock him in his cupboard? If he'd once defeatedthe greatest sorcerer in the world, how come Dudley had always beenable to kick him around like a football? "Hagrid," he said quietly, "I think you must have made amistake. I don't think I can be a wizard." To his surprise, Hagrid chuckled. "Not a wizard, eh? Never made things happen when you was scaredor angry?" Harry looked into the fire. Now he came to think aboutit... every odd thing that had ever made his aunt and unclefurious with him had happened when he, Harry, had been upset orangry... chased by Dudley's gang, he had somehow found himself outof their reach... dreading going to school with that ridiculoushaircut, he'd managed to make it grow back... and the very lasttime Dudley had hit him, hadn't he got his revenge, without evenrealizing he was doing it? Hadn't he set a boa constrictor on him? Harry looked back at Hagrid, smiling, and saw that Hagrid waspositively beaming at him. "See?" said Hagrid. "Harry Potter, not a wizard -- you wait,you'll be right famous at Hogwarts." But Uncle Vernon wasn't going to give in without a fight. "Haven't I told you he's not going?" he hissed. "He's going toStonewall High and he'll be grateful for it. I've read those lettersand he needs all sorts of rubbish -- spell books and wands and --" "If he wants ter go, a great Muggle like you won't stophim," growled Hagrid. "Stop Lily an' James Potter' s son goin'ter Hogwarts! Yer mad. His name's been down ever since he wasborn. He's off ter the finest school of witchcraft and wizardry inthe world. Seven years there and he won't know himself. He'll bewith youngsters of his own sort, fer a change, an' he'll be underthe greatest headmaster Hogwarts ever had Albus Dumbled--" "I AM NOT PAYING FOR SOME CRACKPOT OLD FOOL To TEACH HIM MAGICTRICKS!" yelled Uncle Vernon. But he had finally gone too far. Hagrid seized his umbrella andwhirled it over his head, "NEVER," he thundered, "- INSULT- ALBUS-DUMBLEDORE- IN- FRONT- OF- ME!" He brought the umbrella swishing down through the air to pointat Dudley -- there was a flash of violet light, a sound likea firecracker, a sharp squeal, and the next second, Dudley wasdancing on the spot with his hands clasped over his fat bottom,howling in pain. When he turned his back on them, Harry saw a curlypig's tail poking through a hole in his trousers. Uncle Vernon roared. Pulling Aunt Petunia and Dudley into theother room, he cast one last terrified look at Hagrid and slammedthe door behind them. Hagrid looked down at his umbrella and stroked his beard. "Shouldn'ta lost me temper," he said ruefully, "but it didn'twork anyway. Meant ter turn him into a pig, but I suppose he wasso much like a pig anyway there wasn't much left ter do." He cast a sideways look at Harry under his bushy eyebrows. "Be grateful if yeh didn't mention that ter anyone atHogwarts," he said. "I'm -- er -- not supposed ter do magic,strictly speakin'. I was allowed ter do a bit ter follow yeh an'get yer letters to yeh an' stuff -- one o' the reasons I was sokeen ter take on the job "Why aren't you supposed to do magic?" asked Harry. "Oh, well -- I was at Hogwarts meself but I -- er -- gotexpelled, ter tell yeh the truth. In me third year. They snappedme wand in half an' everything. But Dumbledore let me stay on asgamekeeper. Great man, Dumbledore." "Why were you expelled?" "It's gettin' late and we've got lots ter do tomorrow," saidHagrid loudly. "Gotta get up ter town, get all yer books an' that." He took off his thick black coat and threw it to Harry. "You can kip under that," he said. "Don' mind if it wriggles abit, I think I still got a couple o' dormice in one o' the pockets."