Harry couldn't believe it. Is he really a muggle?
He looked into the massive man's eyes, trying to understand what muggle means. It could have been anything like a unicorn without a horn, a flesh eating slug, a tiny troll, something what the Dursleys would call him.
The giant sat on a sofa which sagged under his weight. He was staring back into Harry's wide opened eyes.
Silence settled over the room. Only the Mandrakes, some really noisy plants the Dursleys kept in their house to annoy Harry, could be heard. Harry actually didn't mind them. It was much better than hearing his cousin wimping about his stupid stick he calls wand, or his extra large robes that look like dresses for stuffed pigs, being to tight for his chunky mammoth full figured oversized body.
Aunt Petunia and uncle Vernon have always given Harry Dudley's small clothes witch made Harry think that the large ugly robes were wearing him. Harry glanced at aunt Petunia, uncle Vernon and Dudley. They all had big smiles on their usually curled in disgust lips. Finally one of them spoke:
"Do my ears deceive me? Oh no, it was written on your forehead since you were a baby, a little squib baby" said Dudley with a grin on his face. Harry didn't understand. What did he mean? His aunt and uncle were shaking with laughter while Dudley rose two pieces of cake in the air with a flick of his big fat wand. One of them felt on his mother's pointed hat. She just smiled at her sweet Dinky Duddydums but threw Harry an angry look adding:
"Such a little useless brat that can't even do magic!"
"Yer not talking to Harry like that, immoral woman!" the giant chuckled darkly
Harry was told all the time this awful sentence. Uncle Vernon always said that without magic you are week and useless, better dead. He told Harry that everyone was a wizard, even his dead parents and him, a very rare case deserved only by ungrateful stupid kids, was a squib. Harry was sure that Dudley was meant to be a squib but he received a letter from the school of magic, Hoghwarts. His parents waved and kissed the old paper that smelled funny for a week than framed it.
"Just like that filthy muggle James. Silly mother you have, she could have been a witch, of corse not as good as us, but she chose that guniversity maf teacher!" said angrily uncle Vernon thinking to continue his wife's idea.
"Vernon!!!" bursts Petunia in a shrill voice, with her eyes wide opened in shock. Besides their insults, they never talked about Harry's parents and most important they never told him they weren't wizards. "How could you?! Harry, he obviously drank too much butter bear and he doesn't know what..."
Hagrid interrupts aunt Petunia:
"Yer
"Yer mean university math teacher! And that's a hell of a good job o' course!"
"A job? What are you? House elves?"shouted uncle Vernon choking with laughter.
Both Dudley and aunt Petunia's bodies shook with laughter. They turned so red, ready to explode, that Vernon had to do a protective charm
"Episkey!" said the wizard and his wife and son's faces went pale as usual. "Now you! Get out of my house! You come here with a metal jinxed thing that moves on wheels and you want to take this nasty scruffy ungrateful piece of meat? Why do you need him?
"And what do yer mean? asked Hagrid not understanding a word the wizard said. "Ungrateful? Ungrateful piece of meat? That's how yeh call the boy 'o cooks an' cleans after yer scums?" shouted Hagrid
"And may I ask how you came up with this nonsense!?" shrieked Petunia trying to cover her frustration "We are superior creatures that can handle their problems with magic why would we need this br-Harry?"
"Well aye really want ter know the answer" Okay what the Voldemort tits is this story?
