𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄; 𝐡𝐩 𝐰𝐭𝐦

CHAPTER FOUR

[That stormy night, a tall house, on a rock island somewhere out at sea. The Dursleys, including Harry have moved there, due to the chaos with the letters. The family is sleeping, with Harry on the cold, dirt floor and Dudley sleeping on a sofa. Harry has drawn a birthday cake which reads, Happy Birthday Harry. Harry looks at Dudley's watch, which beeps 12:00.]

HARRY: [to himself] Make a wish, Harry. [he blows the "candles" on the drawn birthday cake]

"Oh, Harry." His mother mumbled, tears brimming in her eyes.

She pulled him into a hug, sniffling as she did so.

His friends looked towards him with a sad expression. It was no wonder that he never felt as happy to celebrate his birthday. Even so, they always made sure that he had the best time.

[Suddenly, the door thumps, in sync with the thunder flashing. Harry jumps. The door thumps again and Dudley and Harry jump up and back away. Harry hides behind a wall, and Dudley cowers on a windowsill. Petunia and Vernon appear, with Vernon holding a double barrel gun.]

VERNON: Who's there?! Ahh!

"Is that a fucking gun?!" Hermoine screamed, covering her mouth with her hands in disbelief.

Other muggle-borns looked on in surprise, mirroring her disbelief. Others who had not much knowledge of the Muggle world looked on confused.

[The door bangs again and then falls down, and a giant man appears. As he comes into the clear lighting, the giant man himself reveals to be Rubeus Hagrid.]

HAGRID: Sorry about that. [He puts the door back up]

VERNON: [aiming his gun at him] I demand that you leave at once, sir! You are breaking and entering!

[As Petunia quietly gasps in fear, Hagrid grabs the gun and bends it upwards.]

HAGRID: Dry up, Dursley, you great prune. [The gun fires upwards, blasting a hole in the ceiling, causing the two to shriek in fear. Hagrid notices Dudley.] Mind, I haven't seen you since you was a baby, Harry. But yer a bit more along than I would have expected. Particularly 'round the middle.

A few of the smaller ones jump at the sound of the gun firing.

DUDLEY: I-I-I'm not Harry.

[HARRY reveals himself]

HARRY: I-I am.

"How can Hagrid mistake you for that?!"

HAGRID: Well, of course you are! Got somethin' for yeh. 'Fraid I might have sat on it at some point, but I imagine it'll taste fine just the same. Ahh.

[HAGRID hands HARRY the cake]

Hagrid: Baked it myself, words and all. Heh.

[HARRY opens cake, which reads "Happee Birthdae Harry" in green frosting.]

"Oh thank you, Hagrid!" Lily cried, whiping the tears from her face with a sad smile.

She was happy that with her not in the picture, at least someone was watching over Harry and giving him the love he deserved. She looked to James, who watched the screen with a disappointed expression.

He wished that his son didn't have to draw a cake on the dirty ground to celebrate his birthday. He wished that he could do something to change whatevers happening and fix it all.

HARRY: Thank you!

HAGRID: It's not every day that yer young man turns 11, now is it? Aye?