The Guardian

Oh shit

Hagrid looked shocked and angry like he was trying to contain his intent to kill. 

"Sorry," Harry said quickly. 

"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, fercryin' out loud! Did yeh never wonder where yer parents learned it all?"

I ducked behind the side of the fireplace. I didn't want to be in his way when he exploded. "All what?" asked Harry. 

"ALL WHAT?" Hagrid thundered. "Now wait jus' one second!" Harry took place with me hiding under my cloak with his face poking out. Hagrid 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 boy —this boy!" he was pointing at Harry. "Knows nothin' abou'— about ANYTHING?"

"I know some things," Harry 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." I tried to explain quietly,  I was forbidden from saying anything about the wizarding world in case I messed up and told him about who he was. I thought the Dursleys would've at least told him about us, even in a toxic way! 

Hagrid looked as if he was about to explode." DURSLEY!" he boomed. Uncle Vernon, who had gone very pale, whispered something that sounded like "Mimblewimble." Hagrid stared wildly at Harry." But yeh must know about yer mum and dad," he said. "I mean, they're famous. You're famous."

"What? My — my mum and dad weren't famous, were they?" Still, inside my cloak, Harry responded and looked up at me confused.

"Yeh don' know . . . yeh don' know . . ." Hagrid ran his fingers through his hair, fixing Harry with a bewildered stare. "Yeh don' know what yeh are?" he said finally. 

Vernon suddenly found his voice again. "Stop!" he commanded. "Stop right there, sir! I forbid you to tell the boy 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 him? Never told him what was in the letter Dumbledore left fer him? I was there! I saw Dumbledore leave it, Dursley! An' you've kept it from him all these years?" Now I was as confused as Harry, Dad had never told me about a letter or that he was there to give Harry to the Durselys.

"Kept what from me?" said Harry eagerly as he got out of my cloak but still held onto it as if he were a kid and I were his blankie. It was honestly adorable.

"STOP! I FORBID YOU!" yelled Uncle Vernon in panic. Aunt Petunia gave a gasp of horror as Hagrid went red and I swear I could put the sausages over his head and they'd cook.

"Ah, go boil yer heads, both of yeh," said Hagrid. "Harry — yer a wizard."There was silence inside the hut. Only the sea and the whistling wind could be heard. Harry looked between Hagrid, the Dursleys and me. 

"I'm a what?" gasped Harry. 

"A wizard, o' course," 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 yehbe? An' I reckon it's abou' time yeh read yer letter."

I grabbed the letter Hagrid had asked me to take care of from my pocket and held it out to Harry. Harry stretched out his hand at last to take the yellowish envelope, addressed in emerald green to Mr H. Potter, The Floor, Hut-on-the-Rock, The Sea. Harry quickly but carefully opened the envelope and took out the letter. I watched him read it over and over as if trying to commit it to memory and see if it was a joke at the same time.