|°|The Keeper of the Keys|°|
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“THE KEEPER OF THE KEYS
BOOM.
They knocked again. Dudley jerked awake.
“Where’s the cannon?” he said stupidly.”
“...Let's be honest here. Anything he’s said has either been stupid or downright bratty,” Nico says, earning a grin from Will.
“ There was a crash behind them and Uncle Vernon 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.”
“What in the hells! You don't bring out guns in front of children!” Persephone rages.
“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.”
“Damn,” Percy mutters at the strength shown.
“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.”
“Hagrid!” Those who went/go to hogwarts cheered, bar Draco.
“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.…”
The wizards as well as a few demigods laugh at the contrasting behaviour shown, breaking a door down only to politely ask for a cup of tea.
“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.”
“Pussy,” Clarisse sneered and many agree with her.
“An’ here’s Hyacinth!” said the giant.
Hyacinth 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 yer dad, but yeh’ve got yer mom’s eyes.”
Uncle Vernon made a funny rasping noise.
“I demand that you leave at once, sir!” he said. “You are breaking and entering!”
“Ah, shut up, Dursley, yeh great prune,” said the giant;”
“Hagrid!” Sirius gasped in mock outrage, before falling apart in laughter.
“ 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.
Uncle Vernon made another funny noise, like a mouse being trodden on.
“The poor animals they keep getting compared to,” Katie Gardener, daughter of Demeter, says with pity in her tone.
“Anyway — Hyacinth,” 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. Hyacinth opened it with trembling fingers. Inside was a large, sticky chocolate cake with Happy Birthday Hycith written on it in green icing.
Hyacinth 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?”
Hera sighs “That was rather impolite dear,”
“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 Hyacinth’s whole arm.
“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.”
His eyes fell on the empty grate with the shrivelled chip bags in it and he snorted. He bent down over the fireplace; they couldn’t see what he was doing but when he drew back a second later, there was a roaring fire there. It filled the whole damp hut with flickering light and Hyacinth felt the warmth wash over her as though she’d sunk into a hot bath.”
“Hagrid isn’t the worst idea for her reintroduction to magic,” Sirius sighs, “The irony though, he was the one to take her away from it, only to be the one to reintroduce it to her.” he says in thought.
“The giant sat back down on the sofa, which sagged under his weight, and began taking all sorts of things out of the pockets of his coat: a copper kettle, a squashy package of sausages, a poker, a teapot, several chipped mugs, and a bottle of some amber liquid that he took a swig from before starting to make tea. Soon the hut was full of the sound and smell of sizzling sausage. Nobody said a thing while the giant was working, but as he slid the first six fat, juicy, slightly burnt sausages from the poker, Dudley fidgeted a little. Uncle Vernon said sharply, “Don’t touch anything he gives you, Dudley.”
The giant chuckled darkly.
“Yer great puddin’ of a son don’ need fattenin’ anymore, Dursley, don’ worry.”
“He has a point,”Percy manages to get out through laughter.
“He passed the sausages to Hyacinth, who was so hungry she had never tasted anything so wonderful, but she still couldn’t take her eyes off the giant. Finally, as nobody seemed about to explain anything, she said, “I’m sorry, but I still don’t really know who you are.”
“Better, but still not as polite as I'd like,” Hera acquises.
“The giant took a gulp of tea and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
“Call me Hagrid,” he said, “everyone does. An’ like I told yeh, I’m Keeper of Keys at Hogwarts — yeh’ll know all about Hogwarts, o’ course.
“Er — no,” said Hyacinth.
Hagrid looked shocked.
“Sorry,” Hyacinth said quickly.
Hera sighs “There was no need for the apology dear,” Neither Hera nor the other gods know why she has such an inclination for this child.
“Sorry?” barked Hagrid, turning to stare at the Dursleys, who shrank back into the shadows. “It’s them as should be sorry! I knew yeh weren’t gettin’ yer letters but I never thought yeh wouldn’t even know abou’ Hogwarts, fer cryin’ out loud! Did yeh never wonder where yer parents learned it all?”
“All what?” asked Hyacinth.
“ALL WHAT?” Hagrid thundered. “Now wait jus’ one second!”
He had leapt to his feet. In his anger he seemed to fill the whole hut. The Dursleys were cowering against the wall.
“Do you mean ter tell me,” he growled at the Dursleys, “that this girl — this girl! — knows nothin’ abou’ — about ANYTHING?”
“She’s not gonna like that,” The Weasley twins joke.
Hyacinth thought this was going a bit far. She had been to school, after all, and her marks weren’t bad.
“I know some things,” she said. “I can, you know, do math and stuff.”
But Hagrid simply waved his hand and said, “About our world, I mean. Your world. My world. Yer parents’ world.”
“What world?”
Hagrid looked as if he was about to explode.
“DURSLEY!” he boomed.
“Well, now we know never to piss Hagrid off,” Charlie says, Draco looking a little nervous knowing he’d come close.
Uncle Vernon, who had gone very pale, whispered something that sounded like “Mimblewimble.” Hagrid stared wildly at Hyacinth.
“But yeh must know about yer mom and dad,” he said. “I mean, they’re famous. You’re famous.”
“What? My — my mom and dad weren’t famous, were they?”
“Yeh don’ know...yeh don’ know....” Hagrid ran his fingers through his hair, fixing Hyacinth with a bewildered stare.
“Yeh don’ know what yeh are?” he said finally.”
“To be honest, neither do demigods until we make it to camp, even if we're being hunted by monsters,” Annabeth says.
“ Uncle Vernon suddenly found his voice.
“Stop!” he commanded. “Stop right there, sir! I forbid you to tell the girl anything!”
A braver man than Vernon Dursley would have quailed under the furious look Hagrid now gave him; when Hagrid spoke, his every syllable trembled with rage.
“You never told her? Never told him what was in the letter Dumbledore left fer her? I was there! I saw Dumbledore leave it, Dursley! An’ you’ve kept it from her all these years?”
“Kept what from me?” said Hyacinth eagerly.
“STOP! I FORBID YOU!” yelled Uncle Vernon in panic.
Aunt Petunia gave a gasp of horror.
“Ah, go boil yer heads, both of yeh,” said Hagrid. “Hyacinth — yer a witch.”
There was silence inside the hut. Only the sea and the whistling wind could be heard.
“She’s going to misinterpret it, isn't she?” Remus sighs. “Her mother did the same thing,except her parents got mad on her behalf before it got explained,” Remus says, getting the story from Lily herself in third year.
“Thats awful rude Mr Hagrid,” says Hyacinth, offended at this strange man calling her a witch.”
Remus laughs lightly “Knew it,” Sirius just watches as Remus laughs, looking younger then he had in years with the war hanging over their shoulders.
“Not li’ tha’, as in magic,” said Hagrid, sitting back down on the sofa, which groaned and sank even lower, “an’ a thumpin’ good ‘un, I’d say, once yeh’ve been trained up a bit. With a mum an’ dad like yours, what else would yeh be? An’ I reckon it’s abou’ time yeh read yer letter.”
Hyacinth stretched out her hand at last to take the yellowish envelope, addressed in emerald green to Miss. H. Potter, The Floor, Hut-on-the-Rock, The Sea. She pulled out the letter and read:
HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
Headmaster: ALBUS DUMBLEDORE
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)
Hecate as well as Sirius and Remus pull faces at the mention of Dumbledore.
Dear Miss. Potter,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall,
Deputy Headmistress
Questions exploded inside Hyacinth’s head like fireworks and she couldn’t decide which to ask first. After a few minutes she stammered, “What does it mean, they await my owl?”
“Gallopin’ Gorgons, that reminds me,” said Hagrid, clapping a hand to his forehead with enough force to knock over a cart horse, and from yet another pocket inside his overcoat he pulled an owl — a real, live, rather ruffled-looking owl
“That poor owl!” Athena says appalled, her symbolic animal to have been in a pocket of all things.
— a long quill, and a roll of parchment. With his tongue between his teeth he scribbled a note that Harry could read upside down:
“She can read it upside down?! We can’t even read it right side up!?” The twins yell shocked.
Dear Professor Dumbledore,
Given Hyacinth her letter.
Taking her to buy her things tomorrow.
Weather’s horrible. Hope you’re well.
Hagrid
Hagrid rolled up the note, gave it to the owl, which clamped it in its beak, went to the door, and threw the owl out into the storm.
Athena just stays there looking appalled at the treatment of the owl.
Then he came back and sat down as though this was as normal as talking on the telephone.
Hyacinth realised her mouth was open and closed it quickly.
“Where was I?” said Hagrid, but at that moment, Uncle Vernon, still ashen-faced but looking very angry, moved into the firelight.
“She’s not going,” he said.
Hagrid grunted.
“I’d like ter see a great Muggle like you stop him,” he said.
“A what?” said Hyacinth, interested.
“A Muggle,” said Hagrid, “it’s what we call non magic folk like them. An’ it’s your bad luck you grew up in a family o’ the biggest Muggles I ever laid eyes on.”
“That explains that I suppose,” Hermes says.
“We swore when we took her in we’d put a stop to that rubbish,” said Uncle Vernon, “swore we’d stamp it out of her! Witch indeed!”
“Not only would that be child abuse, that would also be putting you and all you know at risk,” Remus retorts tiredly.
“You knew?” said Hyacinth. “You knew I’m a — a witch?”
“Knew!” shrieked Aunt Petunia suddenly. “Knew! Of course we knew! How could you not be, my dratted sister being what she was? Oh, she got a letter just like that and disappeared off to that — that school — and came home every vacation with her pockets full of frog spawn, turning teacups into rats. I was the only one who saw her for what she was — a freak! But for my mother and father, oh no, it was Lily this and Lily that, they were proud of having a witch in the family!”
She stopped to draw a deep breath and then went ranting on. It seemed she had been wanting to say all this for years.
“Damn, i guess she really does live up to the name ‘petunia’,” Percy snickers.
“Then she met that Potter at school and they left and got married and had you, and of course I knew you’d be just the same, just as strange, just as — as — abnormal — and then, if you please, she went and got herself blown up and we got landed with you!”
Hyacinth had gone very white. As soon as she found her voice she said, “Blown up? You told me they died in a car crash!”
“ A car crash?! Is she being serious?!” Sirius shouts.
“CAR CRASH!” roared Hagrid, jumping up so angrily that the Dursleys scuttled back to their corner. “How could a car crash kill Lily an’ James Potter? It’s an outrage! A scandal! Hyacinth Potter not knowin’ her own story when every kid in our world knows her name!”
“But why? What happened?” Hyacinth asked urgently.
The anger faded from Hagrid’s face. He looked suddenly anxious.
“I never expected this,” he said, in a low, worried voice. “I had no idea, when Dumbledore told me there might be trouble gettin’ hold of yeh, how much yeh didn’t know. Ah, Hyacinth, I don’ know if I’m the right person ter tell yeh — but someone’s gotta — yeh can’t go off ter Hogwarts not knowin’.”
“Dumbledore knew about her treatment, didn't he…” Bill realises, horrified.
He threw a dirty look at the Dursleys.
“Well, it’s best yeh know as much as I can tell yeh — mind, I can’t tell yeh everythin’, it’s a great myst’ry, parts of it.…”
He sat down, stared into the fire for a few seconds, and then said, “It begins, I suppose, with — with a person called — but it’s incredible yeh don’t know his name, everyone in our world knows —”
“Who?”
“Well — I don’ like sayin’ the name if I can help it. No one does.”
“Why not?”
“Gulpin’ gargoyles, Hyacinth, people are still scared. Blimey, this is difficult. See, there was this wizard who went ...bad. As bad as you could go. Worse. Worse than worse. His name was...”
Hagrid gulped, but no words came out.
“We tried getting him to say it, he ain't gonna do it,” The twins laugh
“Could you write it down?” Hyacinth suggested.
“Nah — can’t spell it. All right — Voldemort. ” Hagrid shuddered.
“She got him to say it!” They cheer.
“Don’ make me say it again. Anyway, this — this wizard, about twenty years ago now, started lookin’ fer followers. Got ‘em, too — some were afraid, some just wanted a bit o’ his power, ‘cause he was gettin’ himself power, all right. Dark days, Hyacinth. Didn’t know who ter trust, didn’t dare get friendly with strange wizards or witches…terrible things happened. He was takin’ over. ‘Course, some stood up to him — an’ he killed ‘em. Horribly. One o’ the only safe places left was Hogwarts. Reckon Dumbledore’s the only one You-Know-Who was afraid of. Didn’t dare try takin’ the school, not jus’ then, anyway.
“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. 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, Hyacinth. 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.”
“A mothers love is the greatest defence,” Aphrodite and Hera say softly.
Something very painful was going on in Hyacinth’s mind. As Hagrid’s story came to a close, she saw again the blinding flash of green light, more clearly than she had ever remembered it before — and she remembered something else, for the first time in his life: a high, cold, cruel laugh.
“She was a year old! How does she remember this?” Remus asks.
Hagrid was watching her sadly.
“Took yeh from the ruined house myself, on Dumbledore’s orders. Brought yeh ter this lot….”
“Load of old tosh,” said Uncle Vernon. Hyacinth jumped; she had almost forgotten that the Dursleys were there. Uncle Vernon certainly seemed to have got back his courage. He was glaring at Hagrid and his fists were clenched.
“Now, you listen here, girl,” he snarled, “I accept there’s something strange about you, probably nothing a good beating wouldn’t have cured — and as for all this about your parents, well, they were weirdoes, no denying it, and the world’s better off without them in my opinion — asked for all they got, getting mixed up with these wizarding types — just what I expected, always knew they’d come to a sticky end —”
“That man needs to learn when to keep his mouth shut,” Draco sneers.
But at that moment, Hagrid leapt from the sofa and drew a battered pink umbrella from inside his coat. Pointing this at Uncle Vernon like a sword, he said, “I’m warning you, Dursley — I’m warning you — one more word….”
In danger of being speared on the end of an umbrella by a bearded giant, Uncle Vernon’s courage failed again; he flattened himself against the wall and fell silent.
“That’s better,” said Hagrid, breathing heavily and sitting back down on the sofa, which this time sagged right down to the floor.
Hyacinth, meanwhile, still had questions to ask, hundreds of them.
“But what happened to Vol-, sorry — I mean, You-Know-Who?”
“The world must be ending, Hyacinth Potter not calling him voldemort?” Fred and George joke.
“Good question, Hyacinth. Disappeared. Vanished. Same night he tried ter kill you. Makes yeh even more famous. That’s the biggest myst’ry, see…he was gettin’ more an’ more powerful — why’d he go?
“Some say he died. Codswallop, in my opinion. Dunno if he had enough human left in him to die. Some say he’s still out there, bidin’ his time, like, but I don’ believe it. People who was on his side came back ter ours. Some of ‘em came outta kinda trances. Don’ reckon they could’ve done if he was comin’ back.
“He wasn’t wrong, Voldemort was trying to get back,” Sirius replies.
“Most of us reckon he’s still out there somewhere but lost his powers. Too weak to carry on. ’Cause somethin’ about you finished him, Hyacinth. There was somethin’ goin’ on that night he hadn’t counted on — I dunno what it was, no one does — but somethin’ about you stumped him, all right.”
“It was her Mothers love,” Aphrodite sighs.
Hagrid looked at Hyacinth with warmth and respect blazing in his eyes, but Hyacinth, instead of feeling pleased and proud, felt quite sure there had been a horrible mistake. A witch? Her? How could she possibly be? She’d spent his life being clouted by Dudley, and bullied by Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon; if she was really a witch, why hadn’t they been turned into warty toads every time they’d tried to lock her in her cupboard? If she’d once defeated the greatest sorcerer in the world, how come Dudley had always been able to kick her around like a football?
“Hagrid,” she said quietly, “I think you must have made a mistake. I don’t think I can be a witch.”
To his surprise, Hagrid chuckled.
“Not a witch, eh? Never made things happen when you was scared or angry?”
Hyacinth looked into the fire. Now she came to think about it…every odd thing that had ever made her aunt and uncle furious with her had happened when she, Hyacinth, had been upset or angry…chased by Dudley’s gang, she had somehow found herself out of their reach…dreading going to school with that ridiculous haircut, she’d managed to make it grow back...and the very last time Dudley had hit her, hadn’t she got her revenge, without even realising she was doing it? Hadn’t she set a boa constrictor on him?
“It was well deserved revenge,” Luna sighs airily with her own mischievous grin.
Hyacinth looked back at Hagrid, smiling, and saw that Hagrid was positively beaming at her.
“See?” said Hagrid. “Hyacinth Potter, not a witch — you wait, you’ll be right famous at Hogwarts.”
“She is, but public perceptions change from them loving her and expecting her to same them, to them hating her yet still expecting her to save them, to loving her again.” Fred sighs annoyed.
But Uncle Vernon wasn’t going to give in without a fight.
“Haven’t I told you she’s not going?” he hissed. “She’s going to Stonewall High and she’ll be grateful for it. I’ve read those letters and she needs all sorts of rubbish — spell books and wands and —”
“If she wants ter go, a great Muggle like you won’t stop her,” growled Hagrid. “Stop Lily an’ James Potter’s daughter goin’ ter Hogwarts! Yer mad. Her name’s been down ever since she was born. She’s off ter the finest school of witchcraft and wizardry in the world. Seven years there and she won’t know himself. She’ll be with youngsters of her own sort, fer a change, an’ she’ll be under the greatest headmaster Hogwarts ever had Albus Dumbled—”
“I AM NOT PAYING FOR SOME CRACKPOT OLD FOOL TO TEACH HIM MAGIC TRICKS!” yelled Uncle Vernon.
“I might not like Dumbledore, but… you shouldn't insult him in front of Hagrid,” Sirius says grimly, making others wonder what the story behind this was.
But he had finally gone too far. Hagrid seized his umbrella and whirled it over his head, “NEVER —” he thundered, “— INSULT — ALBUS — DUMBLEDORE — IN — FRONT — OF — ME!”
“Called it,” Sirius retorts.
He brought the umbrella swishing down through the air to point at Dudley — there was a flash of violet light, a sound like a firecracker, a sharp squeal, and the next second, Dudley was dancing on the spot with his hands clasped over his fat bottom, howling in pain. When he turned his back on them, Hyacinth saw a curly pig’s tail poking through a hole in his trousers.
Uncle Vernon roared. Pulling Aunt Petunia and Dudley into the other room, he cast one last terrified look at Hagrid and slammed the door behind them.
Hagrid looked down at his umbrella and stroked his beard.
“Shouldn’ta lost me temper,” he said ruefully, “but it didn’t work anyway. Meant ter turn him into a pig, but I suppose he was so much like a pig anyway there wasn’t much left ter do.”
Many laugh at that, especially Poseidon and Percy.
He cast a sideways look at Hyacinth under his bushy eyebrows.
“Be grateful if yeh didn’t mention that ter anyone at Hogwarts,” he said. “I’m — er — not supposed ter do magic, strictly speakin’. I was allowed ter do a bit ter follow yeh an’ get yer letters to yeh an’ stuff — one o’ the reasons I was so keen ter take on the job.”
“Why aren’t you supposed to do magic?” asked Hyacinth.
“Oh, well — I was at Hogwarts meself but I — er — got expelled, ter tell yeh the truth. In me third year. They snapped me wand in half an’ everything. But Dumbledore let me stay on as gamekeeper. Great man, Dumbledore.”
“Why were you expelled?”
“He won't ever tell, one of the only things he can actually keep quiet.” The Weasley twins joke.
“It’s gettin’ late and we’ve got lots ter do tomorrow,” said Hagrid loudly. “Gotta get up ter town, get all yer books an’ that.”
He took off his thick black coat and threw it to Hyacinth.
“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.”
Many people pull faces at the dormice, “I appreciate that he means well, but that coat is a monstrosity,” Hera grimaces.
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