Jami Evans and the Sorcerer's Stone - Year 1

Key Keeper

BOOM. They knocked again. Dudley jerked awake. "Where's the cannon?" he said stupidly. I supposed it made sense, on what he said if you looked at it the right way.

There was a crash behind us and Uncle Vernon came skidding into the room. He was holding a rifle in his hands -- now we knew what had been in the long, thin package he had brought with us.

"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. 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 Dudley sat frozen with fear. "Budge up, yeh great lump," said the stranger. Dudley squeaked and ran to hide behind his mother, who was crouching, terrified, behind Uncle Vernon.

"An' here's Harry and Jami!" said the giant. We both looked up into the fierce, wild, shadowy face and saw that the beetle eyes were crinkled in a smile. "Las' time I saw you, you was only a baby," said the giant. "Yeh look a lot like yet dad, but yeh've got yet mom's eyes. And you--" the giant turned to me and I remembered who this was, not daring to tell him in order to keep Dumbledore's promise. "You look exactly like yer father. I bet you'll be as popular as him when you--"

Uncle Vernon made a funny rasping noise. "I demand that you leave at once, sit!" he said. "You are breaking and entering!"

　"Ah, shut up, Dursley, yeh great prune," said the giant; he reached over the back of the sofa, jerked the gun out of Uncle Vernon'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. I raised my eyebrows and smirked. Uncle Vernon made another funny noise, like a mouse being trodden on.

　"Anyway -- Harry, Jami," said the giant, turning his back on the Dursleys, "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. Harry opened it with trembling fingers and I watched him do so over his shoulder. Inside was a large, sticky chocolate cake with Happy Birthday Harry and Jami written on it in green icing.

　　Harry looked up at the giant. He meant to say thank you I think, but the words 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 of Keys and Grounds at Hogwarts." He held out an enormous hand and shook Harry's whole arm, then turned to me and went to give me a hug but I dodged it. I didn't like hugs that much, especially from strangers. "What about that tea then, eh?" he said, rubbing his hands together. "I'd not say no ter summat stronger if yeh've got it, mind."