Week 8

HarryPotter
J.K. Rowling


"you're a wizard harry" said Hagrid.
Harry had no idea where this giant beast of a man had come from or who he was. He reeked of sweat, onions, liquor and urine. his best bet was he had a homeless man stalking him. This man was clearly hallucinating. the only question left was: what had he ingested? mushrooms, LSD, meth? Or was it simply the hallucinations brought about by withdrawals from rampant alcoholism? The Man smiled at Harry.
One look at his teeth and he knew--it was meth. The meth-head began probing Harry, asking him why his uncle and aunt never told him he was magical. The room went tense as the beast looked at his aunt and uncle with detest. The animosity in his eyes was blatant.

The man who identified himself as Hagrid walked over to the fireplace and pointed an umbrella at it. "there, tha's better, in'nit? he said, as he warmed his hands like one would in front of an actual fire. Harry's uncle went to get his shotgun. He came back and pointed it at Hagrid as he ordered him to get out. Hagrid waved his umbrella at the man and said "schkootely" or some such nonsense. Harry's uncle pulled the trigger. nothing happened. He cracked the barrel to check that it was loaded. The shells were swamped.

"Tha'll do ya no good 'gainst magic" said the intruder.  He pointed the umbrella at Harry's cousin and said "shmowzow!" and proceeded to laugh at the boy while the family stared. He then proceeded to pull a dead cat out from under his layers of coats. "Happy birthday Harry", he said, as he passed him the dead cat. "Th-thanks" said Harry, squat feline. at this point he told Harry it was time to go and bid him to get on a piece of driftwood he called a "motorcycle". Harry had no choice in the matter. he hopped on the back and Hagrid jumped into the sea. They both drowned in the storm.