𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 - Harry Potter x Fem!Reader¹

4.. KEEPER OF THE KEYS

BOOM. 

They knocked again. Cameron jerked awake. "Where's the cannon?" he said stupidly.

There was a crash behind them and Uncle Lucian came skidding into the room. He was holding a rifle in his hands -- now they knew what 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 its hinges and with a deafening crash landed flat on the floor.

A giant of a man was standing in the doorway. His face was almost completely hidden by a long, shaggy mane of hair and a wild, tangled beard, but you could make out his eyes, glinting like black beetles under all the hair.

Y/N thought that he looked vaguely familiar to a man from one of her dreams. . . Yes! The man from the motorcycle! But, then again, how insane would she sound if she blatantly told a giant who just trespassed: "Hey, old man, long time no see, mate. Yeah, well, you see – I don't mean to sound creepy or anything, but I had a dream about you."

Crazy, right?

The giant squeezed his way into the hut, stooping so that his head just brushed the ceiling. He bent down, picked up the door, and fitted it easily back into its frame. The noise of the storm outside dropped a little. He turned to look at them all.

"Couldn't make us a cup o' tea, could yeh? It's not been an easy journey..."

He strode over to the sofa where Cameron sat frozen with fear. "Budge up, yeh great lump," said the stranger.

Cameron squeaked and ran to hide behind his mother, who was crouching, terrified, behind Uncle Lucian.

"An' here's Y/N!" said the giant.

Y/N looked up into the fierce, wild, shadowy face and saw that the beetle eyes were crinkled in a smile. She swallowed thickly, freezing on the spot.

"Las' time I saw you, you was only a baby," said the giant. "Yeh look a lot like yer mum, but yeh've got yer dad's eyes."

Y/N gasped and backed away towards the couch, wondering if she should attempt to jump and hide behind it at the sight of the tall man. 

"No need ter be afraid, Y/N," he said, frowning.

Uncle Lucian made a funny rasping noise, like a mouse being trodden on.

"I demand that you leave at once, sit!" he said. "You are breaking and entering!"

"Ah, shut up, Hudson, yeh great prune," said the giant; he reached over the back of the sofa, jerked the gun out of Uncle Lucian's hands, bent it into a knot as easily as if it had been made of rubber, and threw it into a corner of the room.

"Anyway -- Y/N," said the giant, turning his back on the Hudsons, "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 slightly squashed box. Slowly stepping closer again, Y/N opened it with trembling fingers. Inside was a large, sticky chocolate cake with Happeee Berthday (insert some ridiculous butchering of your name) written on it in green icing.

Y/N looked up at the giant. She meant to say thank you, but the words got lost on the way to her mouth, and what she said instead was, "Who are you?"

The giant chuckled.