(Y/n) Potter and the philosopher's stone. Chapter 1

Chapter one: The Boys who Lived.

Life was peacefully and wonderfully normal in the Dursley household. Mr. Dursley was a big, round man with a cosy job and a bushy moustache, his wife Mrs. Dursley was a pencil thin woman with about six times as much neck as her husband. Together they had procreated their son Dudley Dursley who was as round as his father yet had three times the temper, yes life was absolutely normal in the Dursley home... That was what the three wanted of course, but the parents, mister and missus Dursley, were afraid, because they had a secret that they hated. Their secret was that they housed the twins that lived, Harry and (Y/n) Potter. Now both twins were remarkably similar in personality but lack much comparison appearance wise, while Harry had short messy brown bangs his slightly older brother had short uniform (H/c) hair that even a navy seal would approve of. Where Harry had spectacles over his green eyes, (Y/n) had swirling purple eyes that mystified and drew in anyone around him. Harry's most prominent feature, the lightning bolt shaped scar on his forehead, was something he felt proud of, after all it wasn't everyday that someone got a scar on their head and lived, (Y/n) also had a scar. However, it wasn't a lightning bolt, or on his head. It was a kite shaped scar about two centi-meters in length and was cut into the bottom of his left wrist, (Y/n) always said it was a diamond shape and Harry often teased him saying it was indeed a kite, which earned the younger Potter a stern growling. Yes, for some reason the three excruciatingly painfully normal Dursley's acted as if (Y/n) was their own son while they pretended Harry didn't exist all together. Harry couldn't blame his brother for this, after all the twins loved each other more than anything they had ever seen! But, who wouldn't want the older Potter as a son because, as far as 11-year olds go, (Y/n) was in peak physical and mental condition. At school Dudley loved to bully Harry, well he loved doing that anywhere, but whenever (Y/n) was around Dudley didn't stand a chance, not even with his little gang of friends. (Y/n) was on the school athletics team and the coach, a previous commonwealth athlete woman with long brown hair in her mid to late 40's, adored him as the older twin was extremely strong for his age and while he wasn't the fastest he was still well within the top 10 fastest at school. At home Harry had been 'graciously' given the cupboard under the stairs which barely held the younger twin, (Y/n) had been given Dudley's spare room and often argued that he and Harry should share it but Mr. Dudley would always laugh and say.
"You don't need that boy poisoning your head all the time my boy!" he would laugh with a smile like it was the most obvious thing in the world that Harry was a poison. However, this was all about to change very soon...

One morning (Y/n) came downstairs from his room, after the oaf that calls himself Dudley of course, and waited by his brother's door which soon opened to reveal the skinny boy, Harry was the shorter of the two by a mere half an inch and so he looked up into his brother's eyes to see the sadness and worry that was always there when he looked at Harry.
"I'm fine, (Y/n). Really!" promised Harry, (Y/n) nodded and placed a strong hand on his brother's shoulder. (Y/n) was a boy of few words and even fewer emotions. It seemed that he only ever had three; the sad emotion that was always present when he couldn't find a way to help Harry, the angry one when something pissed him off like Dudley bullying Harry and the small smile he wore when something went right in the world like Harry getting an 'A' on his test. The twins walked into the living room of the rather nice home to see a virtual mountain of presents covering what used to be the dining table, Dudley stood to the side counting the wrapped presents.
"Thirty-four... Thirty-five... That's one less than last year!" he yelled in outrage, Mr. Dursley tried to calm him down.
"Hold on, there's the present from aunt Marge" he said then the twin's aunt, aunt Petunia sauntered in from the kitchen
"And we'll go in and buy you another one" she promised, Dudley brought out his fingers and scrunched up his face in concentration. (Y/n) rolled his eyes in frustration.
"Thirty-seven" was his simple answer and Dudley beamed at him before scowling at Harry.
"Mum! Why isn't 'Arry making bacon!" whined the pudgy little twat. Petunia gasped before pointing her finger at the kitchen and Harry sulked off with his brother in tow.
"Oh, (Y/n) sweetheart I didn't mean you darling" Petunia spoke but instead of making the older Potter feel better it made him feel furious. Before (Y/n) could decided whether or not to strike that pompous pricks the metal swing of the letter door caught his attention and drew his eyes to the front door where a stack of about four letters were waiting on the door mat. (Y/n) keen on leaving the situation at hand walked to gather the daily mail, the four white rectangular letters all had different names on them. The first was addressed to mister Dursley and was most likely a bill, the second was addressed to Dudley most likely as a birthday gift but it was the last two that really caught (Y/n)'s eyes. One was addressed to (Y/n) but the other was addressed to Harry and Harry never got letters and yet it read; 4 Pivet Drive, small Cupboard, Harry Potter. Clear as day. (Y/n) was elated to say the least, finally his brother was getting recognized. He rushed to hand his uncle his bill and his cousin his card before hurrying over to Harry and giving him his letter with a rare smile on his face. Harry looked over his letter in wonderment and gingerly trailed his fingers over the parchment afraid it might disappear with the slightest disturbance. However, before either twin could open their letter their uncle Vernon moved incredibly fast for a man of his structure and hurriedly wrenched the letters out of their hands.
"Hey!" said Harry with aggravation, (Y/n) too looked in shock at the sudden display of effort.
"Do not 'hey' me worm. These letters are out of bounds. Go to your room!" shouted Vernon. Harry went to argue back but felt a hand on his shoulder and saw his brother behind him shake his head. Harry's shoulders slumped as he skulked back to his cupboard under the stairs, Vernon then turned his gaze to the letters and read your name and sighed sadly.
"You as well son" he said staring at the purple eyed boy, (Y/n) sneered at his uncle but walked upstairs to his room all the same trying to figure out why those letters were so vital for Vernon to actually move more than ten feet in less than thirty minutes.

The following day not one person in the house of 4 Pivet Drive mentioned a word of the letters and Harry believed it to be but a dream. But at exactly 12:00 PM there was a knock on the door followed by two letters dropping in from the door, (Y/n) raced down the stairs to fetch the letters and jumped over the last three steps but Aunt Petunia quickly managed to scoop them up just in time. Then at 3'oclock while (Y/n) was at practice the door was knocked on again but again as Harry raced for the door Aunt Petunia was there like a silent sentinel and tore the letters to shreds in an instant. When mister Dursley returned home from work he immediately set about blocking the letter hole in the door, only for new letters to be slipped in through the cracks of the windows. The rest of the week was presented like this, letters addressed to Harry and (Y/n) but before either of them could grasp them either Uncle Vernon or Aunt Petunia and sometimes even Dudley would confiscate the letters. It was only when the entire living room was flooded with letters dropping down the chimney did Vernon Dursley snap. He yelled out in fury and rage cursing the letters and their sender before pointing at the children.
"Pack your things... NOW!" he shouted, the three children were so shocked that their uncle and father, respectively, had shouted at Dudley that they immediately scurried to pack their things. Thirty minutes later and they 'family' of five were packed in mister Dursley's car and driving away from the comfortable home of 4 Pivet Drive. They drove for hours upon hours with only two bathroom stops yet after almost 19 consecutive hours of driving mister Dursley parked the car near a pier with a small wooden boat anchored to the side. Vernon ordered everyone into the boat before he ordered Harry to row to a small island with what appeared to be a three-story run-down lighthouse, (Y/n) immediately leaped to help his brother row almost knocking his aunt out of the boat. Together the two boys rowed for three hours and by the time they had reached the small rocky island their entire bodies were aching and drenched in sweat. The three Dursleys all leaped out of the boat as it was starting to pelt down with rain, (Y/n) quickly helped Harry to the shore but accidently kicked to boat away as he stood on solid ground. The boat began to get carried away by the current but (Y/n) threw Harry, who was waiting with baited breath on the shore, the two bags the twins had packed before diving into the water holding the rope wrapped around the front of the boat. Unfortunately, this sudden burst of movement knocked the oars out of place and they descended into the dark depths of the British coast, but thanks to his physique (Y/n) managed to drag the boat to shore where he clambered onto the rocks and yelled at Harry to run inside while he dragged the boat onto land as the waves turned rough just in time. (Y/n) soon followed his brother into the only building on the island to see that there were a few drops of water pouring in from cracks in the ceiling. Both the twins were now drenched from head to toe in salt water, luckily Vernon managed to get an acceptable yet small fire going using the rubbish from the car ride and the leg of a bed frame allowing Harry and (Y/n) to sleep comfortably beside it in fresh, dry clothes. However, the new-found peace was not to last as late into the night the Dursleys and the twin Potters woke with a start as they heard banging on their new door. Vernon and Petunia walked down the stairs while Dudley cowered upstairs, uncle Vernon was sporting a rather old looking double barrelled rifle of some kind. Harry and (Y/n) both stood with (Y/n) in front of his younger twin and his arm stretched protectively in front of hi sibling. Suddenly the door flew off its hinges and, in its place, stood a giant. The giant strode in revealed a kind face with a heavily ungroomed beard with equally uncared for clothes, the giant sniffled and rubbed his nose before clapping his hands together.

"Hello, names Hagrid might I trouble ye for a pot oh tea?" he asked politely. In response to the gentle approach Vernon aimed his rifle at 'Hagrid' who moved easily to the couch on where Harry was sleeping moments prior, the giant sat down with a groan from the couch as it bent under the new weight. Finally, Hagrid seemed to take notice of the twins, he beamed a great, warm, genuine smile as he directed his arms at the two Potter siblings.
"An' here's Harry an' (Y/n)!" he exclaimed quite happily. Harry looked upon the giants face then looked to his brother for advice to see that (Y/n) had lowered his arm yet still seemed ready to move in an instant.
"Las' time I saw you, you were only babies!" continued Hagrid "Harry! You look just like yer dad, but ye have yer mum's eyes! And (Y/n) yes definitely have yer mothers spirit and yer father's protectiveness"
Uncle Vernon made a rasping sound as he hefted his gun, "I demand that you leave at once sir!" he demanded "You are breaking and entering"
"Oh, shut it, Dursley ya big ol' prune" muttered Hagrid as he stood and took Vernon's gun and proceeded to tie it in a knot as easily if it were string. Vernon made another strange sound, like a mouse getting trodden on.
"Anyways kids, I got a summat for ye here" Said Hagrid as he rummaged around in his pockets "I might've sat on it but it still be just as good" he produced a white box from his jacket and handed it to (Y/n) who cautiously opened it to reveal a chocolate cake with the words 'Happy birthday (Y/n) and Harry' iced onto it with green icing. (Y/n) gave the cake to Harry who in turn set it down on the couch where it was eyed by Dudley who hadn't eaten something sweet in a very long time.
"Excuse my poor manners but, who exactly are you?" asked (Y/n) as Dudley tried to sneak down stairs to the cake.
"Oh, right. Name's Rubeus Hagrid. Keeper of Keys and Grounds at Hogwarts" stated Hagrid proudly like he was the prince of all Europe. "Now how about that tea eh" he continued as he sat back down "Wouldn't mind summat a bit stronger" His eyes fell on the dismal remains of the once pitiful fire and pointed his umbrella at the fire place where out of nowhere a ball of fire erupted to life.
"What exactly is a Hogwarts?" asked Harry. Hagrid's eyes widened in shock and he almost dropped his umbrella.
"Ye, don't know what Hogwarts is?" he asked, when both twins shook their heads he scoffed.
"Sorry" said Harry
"Sorry?" barked Hagrid, turning to stare at the Dursleys, who shrank back into the shadows. "It' s them as should be sorry! I knew yeh weren't gettin' yer letters but I never thought yeh wouldn't even know abou' Hogwarts, fer cryin' out loud! Did yeh never wonder where yet parents learned it all?" "All what?" asked Harry. "ALL WHAT?" Hagrid thundered. (Y/n) stepped in front of Harry cautious of the large man "Now wait jus' one second!" He had leapt to his feet. In his anger he seemed to fill the whole hut. The Dursleys were cowering against the wall. "Do you mean ter tell me," he growled at the Dursleys, "that these boys -- these boys! -- know 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 and stuff." But Hagrid simply waved his hand and said,
"About our world, I mean. Your world. My world. Yer parents' world."
"What world?" (Y/n) asked. Hagrid looked as if he was about to explode.
"DURSLEY!" he boomed. Uncle Vernon, who had gone very pale, whispered something that sounded like "Mimblewimble." Hagrid stared wildly at the twins. "But yeh must know about yet mom and dad," he said. "I mean, they're famous. You're famous."
"What? Our, our mom and dad weren't famous, were they?" asked (Y/n) carefully, he knew that the topic of their parents were a sore subject for his younger brother
"Yeh don' know... yeh don' know..." Hagrid ran his fingers through his hair, fixing (Y/n) 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, sir! I forbid you to tell the boy anything!" A braver man than Vernon Dursley would have quailed under the furious look Hagrid now gave him; when Hagrid spoke, his every syllable trembled with rage.
"You never told 'em? Never told them what was in the letter Dumbledore left fer 'em? I was there! I saw Dumbledore leave it, Dursley! An' you've kept it from 'em all these years?"
"Kept what from us?" 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, (Y/n)... yer wizards." There was silence inside the hut. Only the sea and the whistling wind could be heard.
"... what?" gasped Harry.
"Wizards, o' course," said Hagrid, sitting back down on the sofa, which groaned and sank even lower, "an' thumpin' good'uns, I'd say, once yeh've been trained up a bit. With a mum an' dad like yours, what else would yeh be? An' I reckon it's abou' time yeh read yer letter." Harry stretched out his hand at last to take the yellowish envelope, addressed in emerald green to

Mr. H. Potter,
The couch
Hut-on-the-Rock,
The Sea.
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 at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31. Yours sincerely, Minerva McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress

Questions exploded inside Harry's head like fireworks and he couldn't decide which to ask first. After a few minutes he stammered, "What does it mean, they await my owl?"
"Galloping' Gorgons, that reminds me," said Hagrid, clapping a hand 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 a roll of parchment. With his tongue between his teeth he scribbled a note that (Y/n) 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 rolled up the note, gave it to the owl, which clamped it in its beak, went to the door, and threw the owl out into the storm. Then he came back and sat down as though this was as normal as 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. "They're 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 like thern. An' it's your bad luck you grew up in a family o' the biggest Muggles 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 (Y/n) dangerously. "You knew we, we're wizards?"
"Knew!" shrieked Aunt Petunia suddenly. "Knew! Of course, we knew! 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-that school-and came home every vacation with her pockets full of frog spawn, turning teacups into rats. I was the only one who saw her for 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 witch in the family!" She stopped to draw a deep breath and then went ranting on. It seemed she had been wanting to say all this for years. "Then she met that Potter at school and they left and got married and had you, and of course I knew you'd be just the same, just as strange, just as -- as -- abnormal -- and then, if you please, she went and got herself blown up and we got landed with you!" The twins had gone very white. As soon as he found his voice (Y/n) spoke,
"Blown up? You told me they died in a car crash!"
"CAR CRASH!" roared Hagrid, jumping up so angrily that the Dursleys scuttled back to their corner. "How could a car crash kill Lily an' James Potter? It's an outrage! A scandal! The Potter twins not knowin' their own stories when every kid in our world knows their names!"
"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. "I had no idea, when Dumbledore told me there might be trouble gettin' hold of yeh, how much yeh didn't know. Ah, Harry, I don' know if I'm the right person ter tell yeh -- but someone 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 then said, "It begins, I suppose, with -- with a person called -- but it's incredible yeh don't know his name, everyone in our world knows --"
"Who? "
"Well -- I don' like sayin' the name if I can help it. No one does."
"Why not?" asked (Y/n)
"Gulpin' gargoyles, people are still scared. Blimey, this is difficult. See, there was this wizard who went... bad. As bad 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. " Hagrid shuddered. "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, 'because he was gettin' himself power, all right. Dark days, (Y/n). Didn't know who ter trust, didn't dare get friendly with strange wizards or witches... terrible things happened. He was takin' over. 'Course, some stood up to him -- an' he killed 'em. Horribly. One o' the only safe places left was Hogwarts. Reckon Dumbledore's the only one You-Know-Who was afraid of. Didn't dare try takin' the school, not jus' then, anyway." Hagrid took a deep breath before continuing
"Now, yer mum an' dad were as good a witch an' wizard as I ever knew. Head boy an' girl at Hogwarts in their day! Suppose the myst'ry is why You-Know-Who never tried to get 'em on his side before... probably knew they were too close ter Dumbledore ter want anythin' 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 village where you was all living, on Halloween ten years ago. You were both just a year old. He came ter yer house an' -- an' --" Hagrid suddenly pulled out a very dirty, spotted handkerchief and 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 real myst'ry of the thing -- he tried to kill you both, too. Wanted ter make 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 that mark on yer wrist and forehead? They was no ordinary cut. That's what yeh get when 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 why yer famous. No one ever lived after he decided ter kill 'em, no one except you two, an' he'd killed some o' the best witches an' wizards of the age -- the McKinnons, the Bones, the Prewetts -- an' you was only babies, an' you lived." Something very painful was going on in (Y/n)'s mind. As Hagrid's story came to a close, he saw again the blinding flash of green light, more clearly than he had ever remembered it before -- and he remembered 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's orders. Brought yeh ter this lot..."
"Load of old tosh," said Uncle Vernon. Harry jumped; he had almost forgotten that the Dursleys were there. Uncle Vernon certainly seemed to have got back his courage. He was glaring at Hagrid and his fists were clenched. "Now, you listen here, boy," he snarled, "I accept there's something strange about you, probably nothing a good beating wouldn't have cured -- and as for all this about your parents, well, they were weirdos, no denying it, and the world's better off without them in my opinion -- asked for all they got, getting mixed up with these wizarding types -- just what I expected, always knew they'd come to a sticky end --" But at that moment, Hagrid leapt from the sofa and drew a battered pink umbrella from inside his coat. Pointing this at Uncle Vernon like a sword, he said, "I'm warning you, Dursley -I'm warning you -- one more word... " In danger of being speared on the end of an umbrella by a bearded giant, Uncle Vernon's courage failed again; he flattened himself against the wall and fell silent. "That's better," said Hagrid, breathing heavily and sitting back down 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 he tried ter kill you. Makes yeh even more famous. That's the biggest myst'ry, see... he was gettin' more an' more powerful -- why'd he go?" Some say he died. Codswallop, in my opinion. Dunno if he had enough 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 his side 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 his powers. Too weak to carry on. 'Cause somethin' about you finished him. There was somethin' goin' on that night he hadn't counted 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 in his eyes, but the youngest twin, instead of feeling pleased and proud, felt quite sure there had been a horrible mistake. A wizard? Him? How could he possibly be? He'd spent his life being clouted by Dudley, and bullied by Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon having to be protected constantly by his older brother; if he was really a wizard, why hadn't they been turned into warty toads every time they'd tried to lock him in his cupboard? If he'd once defeated the greatest sorcerer in the world, how come Dudley had always been able to kick him around like a football?
"Hagrid," he said quietly, "I think you must have made a mistake. I don't think I can be a wizard." To his surprise, Hagrid chuckled. "Not a wizard, eh? Never made things happen when you were scared or angry?" Harry looked into the fire. Now he came to think about it... every odd thing that had ever made his aunt and uncle furious with him had happened when he, Harry, had been upset or angry... chased by Dudley's gang, he had somehow found himself out of their reach... dreading going to school with that ridiculous haircut, he'd managed to make it grow back... and the very last time Dudley had hit him, hadn't he got his revenge, without even realizing he was doing it? Hadn't he set a boa constrictor on him? Harry looked at (Y/n) who was smiling, and saw that Hagrid was positively beaming at him. "See?" said Hagrid. "Harry and (Y/n) Potter, not wizards -- you wait, you'll be right famous at Hogwarts." But Uncle Vernon wasn't going to give in without a fight. "Fine take the boy, but leave (Y/n) here?" he hissed. "He's going to the best sports school in the country and he'll be grateful for it. I've read those letters and he needs all sorts of rubbish -- spell books and wands and..."
"If he wants ter go, a great Muggle like you won't stop him," growled Hagrid. "Stop Lily an' James Potter' s son goin' ter Hogwarts! Yer mad. His name's been down ever since he was born. He's off ter the finest school of witchcraft and wizardry in the world. Seven years there and he won't know himself. He'll be with youngsters of his own sort, fer a change, an' he'll be under the greatest headmaster Hogwarts ever had Albus Dumbledore--"
"I AM NOT PAYING FOR SOME CRACKPOT OLD FOOL TO TEACH HIM MAGIC TRICKS!" yelled Uncle Vernon. But he had finally gone too far. Hagrid seized his umbrella and whirled it over his head, "NEVER," he thundered, "- INSULT- ALBUS- DUMBLEDOREIN-IN FRONT- OF- ME!" He brought the umbrella swishing down through the air to point at Dudley -- there was a flash of violet light, a sound like a firecracker, a sharp squeal, and the next second, Dudley was dancing on the spot with his hands clasped over his fat bottom, howling in pain. When he turned his back on them, Harry saw a curly pig's tail poking through a hole in his trousers. Uncle Vernon roared. Pulling Aunt Petunia and Dudley into the other room, he cast one last terrified look at Hagrid and slammed the door behind them. Hagrid looked down at his umbrella and stroked his beard.
"Shouldn'ta lost me temper," he said ruefully, "but it didn't work anyway. Meant ter turn him into a pig, but I suppose he was so much like a pig anyway there wasn't much left ter do." He cast a sideways look at the twins under his bushy eyebrows. "Be grateful if yeh didn't mention that ter anyone at Hogwarts," 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 so keen 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 -- got expelled, ter tell yeh the truth. In me third year. They snapped me wand in half an' everything. But Dumbledore let me stay on as gamekeeper. Great man, Dumbledore."
"Why were you expelled?" asked (Y/n)
"It's gettin' late and we've got lots ter do tomorrow," said Hagrid 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 a bit, I think I still got a couple o' dormice in one o' the pockets."