Jami Evans and the Sorcerer's Stone - Year 1

Potters' Death

　"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 was just a year old, yer sisteh was two. 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, 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 forehead? That 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, Harry. No one ever lived after he decided ter kill 'em, no one except you, an' he'd killed some o' the best witches an' wizards of the age -- the McKinnons, the Bones, the Prewetts -- an' you was only a baby, an' you lived. Yer sister, o the other hand...she got.." Hagrid didn't meet my eyes. "Let's just say she got the worst of it, having ter know of our world before she even knew of her true self. But she was famous for where she went to--everyone knew of her resemblance to yer father-uncanny." Hagrid's eyes twinkled suddenly. "Even had his same personality. I doubt there's any trace of her mother in there..., like father like daughter, they say."

I smiled. "Teachers even called me Potter." I mumbled. "Despite my last name being Evans."

"Ah, yes. Dumbledore wanted to put down your mother's name when we sent yeh to that world. O' course, yer godfather disagreed--yeh already know who he is. But best not tell his name aloud." Hagrid winked at me and I laughed.

"You knew?" Harry turned to me, his eyes sad.

"I'm sorry, Harry. The headmaster of mum and dad's school told me not to tell anyone." I smiled sadly. He sighed.

"It's gettin' late and we've got lots ter do tomorrow," said Hagrid. "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."