Part 2: July-August, 1991
Tuesday, 31st July 1991
Hut-on-the-Rock, shortly after midnight
Harry looked up at Hagrid as he finished his story. And what a story it had been. Schools of magic, evil wizards with names nobody dared to speak, secret magical wars, his parents being heroes, and he himself being famous⊠he himself being a wizard. If Hagrid hadnât sounded so sincere, and more importantly if he hadnât just demonstrated that magic existed, Harry wouldnât have believed a word of it.
In fact⊠Harry could feel the nagging sensations of doubt deep within himself. If he was a wizard, how come heâd never turned Dudley and his gang into frogs or something? No. As much as he wished otherwise, there was only one explanation here.
He chanced a glance at the Dursleys, who were still cowering in the other end of the room and keeping as much distance between themselves and Hagrid as they could. Oh well, it had been a lovely dream.
âHagrid,â he said, deciding to get it over with. âI think you must have made a mistake. I donât think I can be a wizard.â
But to his surprise, Hagrid just chuckled. âNot a wizard, eh? Never made things happen when you was scared or angry?â
âErâŠâ Harry looked into the fire. Talking to snakes, making glass walls disappear⊠heâd done that, hadnât he? Could it be possible thatâŠ?
Hagrid seemed to take his silence as confirmation. âThere now, yâsee? Harry Potter, not a wizard! Me Aunt Vidia tolâ me that she could sense the magic in yeh, right after⊠er.â He stopped, looking as if he had said something he hadnât meant to.Â
âYour Aunt Vidia?â said Harry. âIs she a wizard too? Er⊠or is it âwizardessâ? âWitchâ?âÂ
âJusâ stick ter sayinâ âwizard,â Harry,â said Hagrid. âUsed ter be they called women witches anâ men wizards, butâ thatâs kinda old-fashioned, people nowadays are jus’ gonna laugh at yeh if yeh say ‘witch.’ Anâ er, no, sheâs not a wizard⊠not technicâlly. I was planninâ on tellinâ yeh about her, matter oâ fact. This is summat yeh need ter know. I didnât know jusâ how many other things I had ter tell yeh before I could get to tellin’ yeah about Auntie Vidia, did I?â Hagrid glared at the Dursleys again. “Imagine, not even tellin’ Harry Potter about Hogwarts!”
Harry couldn’t help but feel a certain sense of glee, seeing how intimidated the Dursleys were. Served them right.
âBut yeah, Auntie Vidia,â said Hagrid. âSheâs not really my aunt, I jusâ call her that cause sheâs a friend oâ me Mumâs, see? Er…âÂ
Harry looked back at him. Oddly, the giant man seemed reluctant to talk about his aunt, though Harry couldnât think why. After that wild story about Voldemort killing his parents, what could possibly be worse than that?
âYehâre gonna be meetinâ her at some point,â said Hagrid, clearly searching for words. âBut⊠Iâd appreciate it if yeh didnâ go spread this around, all right? I don’t like ter tell people abou’ me aunt unless I have to.â
âWhy not?â said Harry, thinking about how the Dursleys hadn’t liked mentioning him to anyone. “You don’t get along with her? She’s a wanted criminal or something? Or is she a â what was it you called it â a Muggle?”
âOh, no!” Hagrid sounded surprised. “Auntie Vidiaâs a lovely person, really! An’ not a Muggle. Not even human, really. She’s one oâ the Fair Folk, or Fae as theyâre called.”
“Fae?”
“Yeah, yâknow, the Starchildren. The Shining Ones. Lords anâ Ladies. Faeries. Dunno how much yeh know about âem, livinâ in the Muggle world anâ all.â
âEr. Faeries.â Harry had to think. The Dursleys hated everything that even resembled fairy tales, but he had been the occasional glimpse of movies or cartoons on the telly, or pictures in books he’d seen some of the girls at his school read⊠âAre they those tiny girls with wings who use flower petals for dresses, paint the rainbow, and sprinkle magic dust on children to make them fly?âÂ
âNo!â Hagrid looked mortified behind his huge beard. âGallopinâ gargoyles, Harry, donâ ever let the Folk hear yeh compare âem ter somethinâ soâŠÂ twee.â He shuddered.
Harry blinked at the outburst. “Okay!”
Hagrid calmed down a little. “Thereâs lotsa different kinds oâ Fae. Yeh do get the tiny winged ones,” he admitted, “that’d be the pixies an’ the flitings, mos’ly. But they don’t paint rainbows or any such rot like that. An’ theyâre jusâ one kind o’ Fae. There’s lotsa types. Yeh got goblins an’ hobgoblins of all sorts, gnomes an’ brownies, pookas, nymphs, centaurs, satyrs, hulderfolk, elves, trolls an’ giants, an’ a whole lotta others I can’t even remember. Some Fae look almosâ human, some of âem⊠some of âem donât. With most of âem, yeh canât be sure what they really look like, cause theyâre always usinâ glamours ter change how they lookâŠâ
âGlamours.â Harryâs vocabulary was certainly expanding this past hour.
âFae magic. Sorta. Not quite the same as wizard magic. Kinda hard ter explain. Anyways, Auntie Vidiaâs an elf. Not a house-elf, yâunnerstand, those are smaller anâ less powerful elves, more akin ter brownies or hobgoblinsâŠâ Hagrid must have seen Harryâs nonplussed expression, because he hurried to add: âNever mind that fer now. Point is, me Aunt Vidiaâs one of the High Elves. A Lady oâ the Spring Court â thatâs one of the four major Courts oâ Faerie. Spring, Summer, Autumn anâ Winter, see?â Â
âI think so,â said Harry. âSo⊠if your aunt is a part of this Spring Court, does that mean you are too?â
âEr. Autumn, actually,â said Hagrid. âWouldnâta told yeh this if it hadnât been for Auntie Vidia, but⊠Iâm half Fae. Or half human, if yâwanna put it like that. Me Dad was a human wizard, me Mumâs of the Folk. Giantess from the Autumn Court. Really appreciate if yeh donât tell anyone about that.â
âWhy not?â Harry looked at Hagrid. It wasnât exactly hard to believe that he was a half-giant. “Is it supposed to be a secret or something? You’re not allowed to say?”
âSure I’m allowed, but…well, yâsee.. wizards anâ Fae, they tend ter not get along too well. An’ people kinda start treatin’ yeh differently if they know yeh got Fae blood in yeh… Bit silly, really, but people get weird ideas sometimes. So, I usually keep mum about it. Iâm tellinâ you cause, well, like I said, you actually need ter know it.â
“Why do I need to know it?”
“Gettin’ to that.” Hagrid took a deep breath. âAuntie Vidia owes yeh seven⊠no, six favours. Canât tell yeh exactly what theyâll be, or when yeh get them, but itâll happen sooner or later. It means yeh’re goin’ ter meet her sooner or later, an’ then it’s best if yeh actually know who she is an’ why she’s there. So if yeh see a tall green woman with pointy ears, usually dressed in redâŠâ
Harry blinked. All of a sudden, a new memory had appeared from somewhere deep in his mind â but this wasnât an unnerving and upsetting one, like the flash of green light and the cold, cruel laughter. He remembered a woman⊠a tall woman, with green skin and green hair. She was warm and comforting, and smelled faintly of flowers and honey. He remembered her holding in her arms and kissing him on the forehead, and then⊠the rest was gone.
âI⊠I remember someone like that,â he said in wonder. âFrom long ago. She⊠I think she held me in her arms?â
Hagridâs beetle-black eyes widened. âBlimey, yeh remember that?!â he said. âYou was barely moreân a year old!â
âIt was kind of like a flash,â said Harry, wondering why he could remember a woman heâd only met once, but nothing about his own parents.
âBlimey,â Hagrid repeated. âIt was jusâ after Iâd fetched yeh from the ruins of yer parentsâ house, down in Godricâs Hollow. But that yeh remember itâŠ!â
There was a snort from Uncle Vernon.
Hagrid frowned at him, and then seemed to remember something. He pulled out a golden pocket watch from one of his many pockets and glanced at it. âBlimey, is that the time? Iâve bin keepinâ yeh up with all this talk! Best save the rest fer tomorrow!â He slid the watch back into his pocket and beamed. âGotta get an early start, after all, Iâm takinâ yeh ter buy yer school supplies!â
âYou jolly well are not!â Uncle Vernon had managed to stay silent for a surprisingly long time, but now heâd apparently had enough. âI already told you! That boy is not going to any⊠any freak school to⊠to traipse among the fairies! Heâs going to Stonewall High â a real school!âÂ
Hagrid got up from the sofa and raised himself to his full height â and that was a considerable height. âReal school?!â he repeated. âHogwarts is the best school oâ magic there is, anâ Harryâs nameâs been down ever since he was born! If he wants ter go, youâre not gonna stop him!â
âI want to go!â said Harry. âCome on, Uncle Vernon, you donât even like having me around. Youâd be rid of me.â
Uncle Vernon turned and glared at him. âYou can just shut your ungrateful mouth!â he hissed. âYouâre going to Stonewall, and that’s the end of it! Bad enough with all those spellbooks and wands and broomsticks and I donât know what else⊠but elves and fairies and goblins? Iâm not having you traipse off to Fairyland to eat flower petals with some vapid Lady of Spring and her Court of âAH!ââ
Hagrid had grabbed him by his pyjama shirt and lifted him up off the ground. Uncle Vernon wasnât exactly a lightweight, but Hagrid held him up with one hand as if he weighed no more than a pillow. âThis is yer only warning, Dursley! Yeh donât insult the Folk!â
âDad!â Dudley wailed.
âLet go â let go of my husband!â Aunt Petunia shrieked.
Hagrid let go. Uncle Vernon fell to the floor like a sack of flour. Aunt Petunia rushed over to him to help him get back to his feet.
âRight,â said Hagrid firmly. âHereâs how itâs gonna be. Weâre stayinâ here for the night, anâ in the morninâ Iâm takinâ Harry with me ter get his school supplies. What you lot do, I honestly donât care, but if I hear any of you talk ter Harry like that ever againâŠ!â
âTake him, then!â Aunt Petunia hissed while supporting Uncle Vernon. âTake him and turn him into a freak, like my perfect sister! But donât expect us to like it! And donât expect us to lift a finger to help him! If he wants to becomeâŠâ The words caught in her throat, and she took a deep breath. âTo become even more abnormal than he already is, then thatâs on him!âÂ
With that, she pulled Dudley and Uncle Vernon along with her into the other room and slammed the door shut.Â
If Harry had known that this would be the last he ever saw of the Dursleys⊠or at least the Dursleys such as they were at the moment⊠he might have treated this moment with a little more gravitas. As it was, he just accepted Hagrid’s oversized coat as a blanket for the night, curled up underneath it and went to sleep.
Tuesday, 31st July 1991
Hut-on-the-Rock, early morning
Vernon and Petunia carefully peered out the dirty windows.
Neither of them had slept a wink all night; Dudley had eventually fallen asleep, but his parents had stayed awake, jumping at the smallest noise. Theyâd heard Harry and Hagrid wake up, heard snippets of their conversation and finally heard them leave. Only then had they dared get out into the main room and risk a glance out the window to see where their nephew and the giant were headed, all the while ready to retreat in case Hagrid discovered them.Â
They hadnât needed to worry. Neither Harry nor Hagrid so much as glanced back towards the hut as they walked the short way down to the shore, and Hagrid found the boat theyâd arrived in.Â
âHell⊠thatâs the only boat!â Vernon hissed as the giant man pushed the boat out onto the water. âThey canât abandon us here on this God-forsaken rock!âÂ
âOf course they can,â said Petunia bitterly. âTheir kind doesnât give a toss about normal people like us.â
âIâll make them give a toss! They canât treat normal, respectable, law-abiding citizens like this!â Ignoring Petuniaâs shrieked protests that Hagrid would turn him into a frog or something worse, Vernon tore open the door and ran out of the hut, down towards the shore.
He was too late. By the time heâd reached the shore, the boat was already moving away from the rock at an impressive speed. He tried to call out and tell them to come back, but either they couldnât hear him or they chose to ignore him; neither Hagrid nor Harry so much as turned their heads to look back.
âHmmm,â came a sudden voice from behind him. âIt seems like they can treat normal, respectable, law-abiding citizens like this⊠doesnât it?âÂ
Vernon spun around to see the woman who had suddenly appeared beside him.
She was quite a contrast to the wild-looking, coarse giant Hagrid. Though still abnormally tall, she didnât loom the way he had, and where heâd given off an air of rough, chaotic boorishness, she was all refined elegance. She moved with a cat-like grace and spoke in a soft, melodious tone which couldnât be more different from Hagridâs gruff and uncouth speech. She was also â there was no other way to say it â very beautiful, with a heart-shaped face and gentle, feminine curves that her skimpy silk outfit did little to hide.
But Hagrid had at least looked human. Like an oversized and shaggy hobo, all right, but still human. The womanâs green skin and hair, not to mention her long, pointy ears, meant her inhuman nature was on full display.Â
âWhat⊠who â?â Vernon managed to sputter.
âWho am I?â She smiled at him. âIâm almost insulted. Didnât Rubeus talk about me last night? I would have thought you could put two and two together⊠but since you ask: I am Lady Vidia of the Spring Court of Faerie, and before the day is over, youâll be calling me Mistress.â
âWhat?! Now see here ââ
âOh, but I see the rest of the family is hereâŠâ Lady Vidia motioned towards the hut, where Petunia had just come outside, followed by a groggy-looking Dudley.Â
âWhatâs going on?â Dudley yawned. âIâm hungry! Whereâs Harry?â As he laid eyes on Lady Vidia, his eyes went wide and all drowsiness vanished from his voice. âMum! Dad! Look, an alien! Just like in Invasion of the Green Freaks III! The ones who only die if you blow up their heads!â
Lady Vidia looked at him with disdain. âOh, did none of you pay attention to anything that was said yesterday?!â she sighed. âYou donât know how lucky you are that youâre dealing with me and not with Rubeusâs mother. Sheâs Autumn Court, you knowâŠÂ dreadful temper. She would have cursed you all ten times over for your impudence. Iâm actually surprised Rubeus managed to keep his temper in check, with how you acted last night. I would have thought heâd have transformed you into pigs or something.â She grinned, her teeth flashing white. âYou know, it would almost be poetic. Three mortals step onto an island and are never seen againâŠ. in their place are three little pigsâŠâ
Dudley puffed himself up. Last night, with a giant man shouting at him, heâd been too scared to do anything much â but here and now, in full daylight, he was quite a bit braver. âTell your fairy tales to someone else!â he declared, and despite Petuniaâs shriek of protest he stepped up to Lady Vidia. âWeâre not afraid of you!â
She turned on him and met his eyes. âYes, you are,â she said in a sweet, melodious voice. âYouâre so terrified of me you canât move. You canât speak. Your bodyâs frozen up and all you can do is stand there and babble incoherently.â
Dudley froze. He let out a few small squeaks, his face a study of utter terror. Lady Vidia smiled in shameless self-satisfaction,Â
âNow that we have that established,â she said, âitâs time I deal properly with you three. Come on, into the hut we go.â
Before any of them really managed to process what was going on, all three Dursleys found themselves back in the hut, sitting on the couch, with Lady Vidia standing in front of them like some kind of grande dame addressing her audience.
âYou have no right to treat us like this,â said Petunia weakly while trying to comfort a whimpering Dudley. âThere are laws! Even people like you have to follow the laws!â Â
âNow listen here, madam!â said Vernon, in the same tone of voice he used to deal with difficult subordinates at Grunnings. âI am the director of Grunnings, a very important man, and if you think for one moment that you can intimidate us â!âÂ
âShush.â Lady Vidia reached out, and with a green finger she tapped all three of their foreheads in quick succession. Vernon and Petuniaâs protests ceased, and even Dudleyâs whimpers silenced as all three Dursleys froze, their expressions blank and vacant.
âThatâs better,â she smiled, looking over the three. âYou may not believe it, but I pity you. All that talk, all that fake bravado⊠youâre little more than mice who hope that the cat will back off if you squeak loudly enough. It must be hard living your life in such fear⊠But the good news is that you wonât have to anymore.â
She looked over the three entranced humans. They stared back, like statues.
âYou see, ten years ago I made a bargain with Rubeus,â she said. âYou donât really need to know the details of it, but in broad strokes⊠I owe Harry Potter seven favours. Or six favours, I should say⊠I have already granted him one, even if he doesnât remember it. It took some time before I could find an opportunity to grant him the second favour, though⊠and that is really all because of you three.â
The Dursleys kept staring blankly at the world.
âThe problem,â said Lady Vidia, âwas that I wasnât supposed to get involved unless the situation was in some way dire, and I did rather tie my hands by promising not to act against any friend or ally to the boy⊠and that blood protection Albus placed on your house placed you firmly in the âallyâ category. Reluctant allies, maybe, but you weren’t beating or starving him… and living with you was literally keeping him safe from those who meant him harmâŠâ
Lady Vidia reached out and teasingly bopped Petuniaâs nose with a slender green finger. âBut then you, my silly little goose, made it very clear that you werenât his allies. How was it again? âTake him and turn him into a freak like my perfect sister, but donât expect us to lift a finger to help him.â Those are pretty clear words, I would say. And since you arenât allies⊠youâre fair game.â
Petunia didnât respond, nor did she give any indication that sheâd even heard anything that was being said, much less noticed that sheâd had her nose bopped.
âDonât get me wrong, Iâm not a vindictive woman,â said Lady Vidia. âNor am I some sort of avenging angel here to strike down on you with righteous fury. But I canât pass up this excellent opportunity to grant my first favour to Harry. I think we can say that changing his living situation counts as a real need. And luckily, I have a good solution⊠one that wonât even interfere with the blood protection. This way, you will all still be with Harry to ensure that the protections stay strong.â
She turned to Dudley, smiled at him and ruffled his hair in an almost motherly fashion. âLetâs start with you, little piglet,â she cooed as she grabbed his hand and pulled his unresisting body to its feet.
If Dudley had been able to, he would have screamed, cried and tried to fight. If Vernon and Petunia had been able to, they would have shouted, protested and threatened. Perhaps they would even have pleaded their son much like Lily Potter had pleaded for her son ten years ago. But they were helpless under her power and could do nothing to stop her, even as she moved her hands to weave the complex glamours.
There wasnât so much as a hint of emotion in Vernon and Petuniaâs faces as they watched Dudley shrink.
Tuesday, 31st July 1991
Privet Drive, early evening
It was an exhausted, but happy Harry who made his way up the driveway to Number Four, Privet Drive, with a trunk filled with all sorts of magical books and equipment, plus a beautiful white owl in an elegant cage.Â
This had been the best birthday heâd ever had. Diagon Alley had been the most wondrous, magical place heâd ever seen. He almost wished that heâd had an entire week to explore the place. Banks ran by goblins (Hagrid had confirmed that they were a kind of Fae), magical broomsticks, delicious treats, vaguely creepy wandmakers. People who walked around wearing robes and wizard hats⊠the Dursleys would have had nervous breakdowns. But the most astonishing thing had been how friendly everyone had seemed⊠well, okay, almost everyone. Harry wasnât certain about that pale-faced boy heâd met at Madame Malkinâs, and Mr Ollivander had something disturbing about him. But everyone else had been friendly, even the stuttering Professor Quirrell.
And of course, from all heâd heard about Hogwarts, it would be even better. Harry got butterflies in his stomach just by thinking about it. But that was an entire month away⊠a month that he had to spend here, in Privet Drive. Oh well, at least now he had something to look forward to â something more than wearing Aunt Petunia’s home-dyed school uniforms at Stonewall High.
âWell, this is it,â he said to his new owl as they stopped on the porch. âNumber Four, Privet Drive. Your new home, at least for the next month until we get to Hogwarts.â
The owl peered curiously at the house and ruffled her feathers.
âItâs worse than it looks,â said Harry. âBut you get used to it. The Dursleys â.â
He paused as a thought struck him. The Dursleys wouldnât be here, would they? He and Hagrid had left them at that rock, and theyâd taken the only boat. His rotten relatives were probably still stuck on that rock… unless someone had come by to give them a lift, or unless Hagrid had returned to the rock to bring them back to the mainland… But even if that had happened, there was no way they could have made it back to Privet Drive already. The house would be empty.
Privet Drive without Dursleys⊠he almost thought the house looked friendlier than normal. It would be a perfect end to an amazing birthday if he got to spend some time home alone. And if the Dursleys werenât tomorrow, he could call the coast guard or something and tell them where to look.Â
Oh, wait. If the Dursleys werenât here, the door would be locked. And Harry didnât have a key. That was a problem. He vaguely remembered that Aunt Petuniaâs friend Yvonne had an extra key, in case of emergencies, but as far as he knew she was still in Mallorca. He could try batty old Mrs Figg, or â of course! He could send the owl with a message to Hagrid!Â
He turned to his trunk, intent on opening it to dig out some of the parchment and the quills heâd bought at Diagon Alley… when to his surprise, the door to Number Four opened all on its own.
âHi, Harry!â
âHello, Harry!â
âWelcome home, Harry!â
Harry stared in amazement at the three figures that met him in the doorway.Â
Three tiny, beautiful women, hovering side by side with butterfly-like wings, all completely identical except for the colour of their skin â one was a very saturated pink, one a light blue and one a bright yellow. They were all (Harry tried not to blush) completely naked and totally unconcerned about it.Â
âDid you have a nice time?â the pink one asked.
âThatâs a very white owl you got there!â the blue one observed.
âYouâre not saying anything,â the yellow one commented. âYouâre not coming in either, youâre just standing there on the porch. Is something wrong? Did we offend you or something? I knew it! I knew weâd mess it up! I said we heeded to make a good first impression, but noooooâŠâ .
âIâŠâ Harry finally found his voice again. âIâm sorry, who are you?!â
The three tiny women gasped.Â
âYou shouldnât say that word, Harry!â said the pink one. âThatâs a horribly rude word!â
âErrr⊠what?â Harry fought the urge to pinch himself. Maybe this all was a dream after all, and now it was turning surreal.
âYou knowâŠâ The pink one whispered. âS-O-R-R-Y. That word. Itâs very insulting. If you want to express regret or something, you can say âmy apologiesâ or something, but even thatâs not something you should say too often. Words are very important, you know.âÂ
âRude words aside,â said the yellow one, âhe had a very good question. Who are we supposed to be again?â
âI thought you knew,â said the blue one.
âMe? Why would I know?â
âBecause I donât know, and youâre not me!â
âBut if Iâm not you, who am I?â
âI donât know!â
âHonestly, you two,â the pink one snapped. âThis was exactly why Mistress told us to deliver him that letter! Wait here, Harry, Iâll be right back! Thereâs a letter you should read!âÂ
She flew off into the house, and after a few seconds returned carrying a rolled-up piece of parchment that was easily larger than she was. (The owl watched the scene from the cage, and Harry could have sworn she was rolling her eyes as if she disapproved of the way the parchment was being carried.)
Still bewildered, Harry took the parchment, unrolled it and began to read.
Dearest Harry, said the text in elegant silvery letters.
I trust you will forgive that I chose to write you a letter rather than explain things in person, but you have had a very busy day and I didnât want to intrude.Â
Since we were never actually formally introduced, let me start by presenting myself: I am Lady Vidia of the Spring Court of Faerie. I know Rubeus told you about me last night, and he may have shared more on your trip to Diagon Alley, but knowing him he would have forgotten a few important details. (He is a kind and steadfast soul, my Rubeus, no one better to have at your side in a pinch, but thinking isnât his strongest suit.)
Harry blinked. For his inner eye he could once more see the green woman⊠so, she was the one who had written this. (For a brief moment, he wondered about the name âRubeus,â but then he remembered that Hagrid had indeed said that his first name was Rubeus.)Â
So this might be old news for you, but in case it isnât: I owe you seven favours. How and why I came to owe you these favours isnât important. What is important is that Iâm honour-bound to come to your aid seven times. If you find yourself in great need, I will come to your aid â or if Iâm unable to come in person I will at least send you whatever help you need. Keep in mind, I will not respond to trivialities or things you could easily handle yourself. I am not, after all, your babysitter.Â
Which neatly leads me to the main point of this letter: I granted you your first favour when you were one year old, by taking away the pain from your curse scar. If you ever meet other wizards with scars like yours (they are rare, but they do exist!), they will tell you that curse scars almost always hurt, especially under certain circumstances. Your curse scar does not, and will not, cause you any pain.
As he read this, Harry almost absentmindedly touched the scar on his forehead â the scar Hagrid had said heâd got when Voldemort failed to kill him. It was true that it never had hurt, even though heâd never really thought that it should.Â
Today, I have taken the liberty of granting your second favour. The three flitlings who delivered this letter to you will act as your babysitters, or guardians if you prefer, from now on. Whenever you are not at Hogwarts, they will be staying with you and taking care of you. Donât let their small size deceive you; flitlings are incredibly strong and have powerful magics of their own. Youâll be safer with them than with ten armed wizards.Â
Donât worry about people in your neighbourhood seeing them and asking questions. As a rule, normal humans canât see Fae, not unless the Fae wants them to. Only the magically-inclined (wizards) or those rare humans possessing the Second Sight will be able to see them.Â
Harry looked up from the letter to regard the three women â the faeries? The flitlings? â a little more closely. âYouâre going to live here?â he said. âThe Dursleys wonât like that. But I guess if they canât see youâŠâ
For some reason, that made them giggle. âKeep reading, Harry!â said the pink one.Â
By now you may be wondering about your aunt, uncle and cousin. But itâs all part of the favour. You are still a child and need someone to look after you, but I think you will agree that your aunt and uncle werenât doing a very good job. Which is why I transformed them, along with your cousin, into someone who would  do a good job. Donât waste your time trying to work out which flitling was which Dursley; I have purposefully obscured their memories. They remember you, and they vaguely remember having been human, but details have been obscured.Â
You now have five favours left.
Harry nearly dropped the letter. âYou â you are the Dursleys?â he yelped, staring at the flitlings.
âWell, not anymore,â the yellow one replied in a much too casual tone. âWeâve quit that nonsense.â
âLeft it all behind us,â the pink one added. âMistress showed us the error of our ways.âÂ
Harry could only open and close his mouth. All right, when heâd learned that he was a wizard he had fantasized about turning Dudley into something less horrible, but⊠well⊠pleasant fantasies were one thing, To actually see someone transformed beyond recognition in real life was, well, real.
âWhatâs wrong, Harry?â said the yellow one, looking concerned. âItâs good that weâre not Dursleys anymore! You didnât like us when we were Dursleys, did you? We were mean and ugly and boring, and now weâre not!â
âBut,â said Harry helplessly. âWeâre not supposed to use magic on Muggles! Hagrid said Iâd get in trouble if I did!â
âSure, you would,â said the pink one, still frustratingly casual about all this. âBut our Mistress isnât bound by any wizard laws, and neither are we. Fae magic isnât wizard magic.â
âIt can be made to look like wizard magic,â said the blue one helpfully.
âYes, I know that,â said the pink one, âbut itâs still not the same, is it? Just because some wizard might mistake one for the other, it doesnât mean ââ
âWait!â the yellow one suddenly cried. âBefore we continue this discussion, thereâs a question we need to ask.â She looked at Harry. âAre you going to stand on that porch all evening, or are you going to come in? Come on, Iâll help you with your luggage.â
She fluttered down towards Harryâs trunk, and then picked it up to carry inside. The same trunk that Harry had to struggle with, she lifted up in the air like it was nothing⊠even though she was so small that you could have fit thirty or forty of her inside that trunk. That letter was right, flitlings were incredibly strong.
Bewildered, but feeling he didnât have much alternative, Harry picked up the cage with the owl and walked inside. The yellow flitling was already flying upstairs with the trunk, no doubt to put it in his room, and Harry looked around.Â
The house was just like it had always been; there was the cupboard under the stairs that heâd slept in for so long, there was the door to the kitchen, and the living room⊠everything was the same as it always was. Except for the fact that three colourful and unselfconsciously naked faeries were flying around it.
What was he going to do? Should he write to Hagrid? He couldnât leave the Dursleys like this⊠could he?
The pink flitling fluttered right in front of him, yanking him out of his thoughts. âYou didnât finish reading the letter,â she pointed out.
âErâŠâ Harry averted his eyes. He really wasnât certain how to deal with having a tiny naked woman flying only inches in front of his face, and âŠabsolutely everything⊠on full display. The Dursleys had never gone around without their clothes on, and he found himself wondering which one of them the pink one had been. And whether it would have made any difference if heâd known.
âCould youâŠâ he tried. âNot to be rude, but could you put some clothes on?â
âI donât have any,â said the pink flitling. âThere are plenty of clothes in this house, but none of them are my size. Why would I want to cover up this beautiful body, anyway?â
âEr,â said Harry. Seemed like this tiny woman was quite vain. âArenât you cold?â he tried.
âIâm a Spring Fae, I donât get cold! But never mind that. Finish reading the letter, Harry!â
âRight. Letter.â Harry carefully put the cage with the owl down on a table, and focused his attention on the parchment again.
By the way, since I feel certain you agree that their old names no longer apply to them, I have decided to leave it up to you to give them their new names. Feel free to name them anything you like, but remember that names have power.Â
I look forward to meeting you in person some time in the future. In the meantime, if you have any questions, the flitlings have at least a basic knowledge on Faerie and the Fae.Â
Best regards,
Lady Vidia
of the Spring Court of Faerie.Â
Harry looked up from the letter. The yellow flitling had returned from upstairs, and all three of them had landed on the table next to the owl cage. The blue flilting was reaching into the cage and stroking the owlâs feathers with a tiny hand, but luckily the owl didnât seem to mind.Â
âEr,â he said. âSo, the letter says that Iâm supposed to name you?â
All three of them nodded. Even the owl turned its head and looked at him in what seemed like anticipation⊠right, he needed to find a name for the owl too. Too bad he had never named anything in his life.
âI donât know,â he finally said. âWhat would you like to be called?â
âOooh!â The yellow flitling leaped up into the air, flying up to his eye height. âSince youâre called Harry, Iâd like to be called Harry-Harry!â
âOh, I like that!â said the pink one, joining the yellow one in flight. âAnd Iâd like to be called Harry-Harry-Harry!â
âAnd Iâd like to be called Harry-Harry-Harry-Harry!â said the blue one, who unlike the other two decided to stay on the table and keep petting the owl. âAnd the owl can be called Harry-Harry-Harry-Harry-Harry! We could be the House of Harry!â
âI canât call you that!â Harry protested.Â
âWhy not?â the three flitlings chorused, their faces perfect studies in confusion.Â
âYouâre⊠youâre girls,â said Harry feebly. Just as soon as heâd said that, however, he remembered that Harry could be a girlâs name⊠mainly because Dudley had found out and had teased him about it for about a month. So he added: âAnd it would be too confusing! Er, what sort of names do flitlings usually have?â
âI donât know,â said the pink one. âWhat sort of names do humans usually have?â
âVernon, Petunia and Dudley.â said the blue one.
âAre those really common names?â the pink one said dubiously.Â
âApart from Harry, they were the only ones I could think of!â
âWell, heâs not naming us that!â the yellow one shot in. âThose were our old lives! Weâre done with them, and good riddance! Besides, do you remember which of us was the Dudley?âÂ
âWasnât Dudley the mean one?â the blue flitling piped up from her place on the table.Â
The yellow one crossed her arms. âThey were all the mean one, that was the entire point! Remember what Mistress said ââ
âOh, why donât I just call you Pink, Yellow and Blue!â said Harry exasperatedly.Â
Once more, the flitlings looked at him in confusion. âWhy?â they chorused.Â
Harry tried not to grimace. Whatever else the transformation had done to the Dursleys, it hadnât made them any smarter. Even Dudley wouldnât have been this clueless. âBecause,â he said slowly, âyouâre pink, yellow and blue. The colour of your skin?âÂ
They all looked down themselves, studying their bodies with interest.Â
âThatâs silly,â the pink one finally said. âIâm not pink. If anything Iâm more of a magenta.â
âAnd Iâm cyan,â said the blue one. âDefinitely cyan. It looks kind of like blue, but it isnât really.âÂ
âAnd Iâm yellow!â said the yellow one.Â
âEr,â said Harry. âThatâs what I said. Yellow.â
âNo, you said yellow. Iâm a different shade of yellow than the yellow you said.â
Harry opened his mouth to argue, and then thought better of it. âSo⊠Yellow, Magenta and Cyan, then. Do you like that?âÂ
They looked at each other, and then nodded.Â
“It’ll do,” said Magenta.
âAnd we can call the owl White!â said Cyan.
The owl glared at her and then turned to look at Harry as if to say:Â Donât you dare.Â
âActually,â Harry hurried to say, âI thought Iâd check my new books and see if I could find a name for her there.â
âOh.â Cyan looked disappointed for a moment, but then brightened. âCan we still be the House of Harry?âÂ
Harry sighed. âYes, why not.âÂ
âYay!â Cyan cheered. âBy the way, weâre out of honey.â
âEr⊠honey?â said Harry.
âYes! There was a jar of it in the kitchen, but itâs empty now.â Cyan licked her lips. âThe House of Harry needs honey!âÂ
âOh, yes!â said Yellow. âHoney is amazing! Itâs almost as good as nectar, and itâs much easier to get ahold of in the mortal realm!âÂ
âBut make sure you donât store it anywhere near iron!â said Magenta. âThatâs very important! If you could throw out those iron skillets and saucepans in the kitchen, that would be great! You donât have to do it right away, if youâre too tired from your journey. Just⊠when you can spare a moment.â
âEr, all right,â said Harry, looking at his owl. âI think I need to write to Hagrid first, thoughâŠâ
Thursday, 2nd August 1991
Dewberry Grove, twilight.
âHagrid!â
âJenny! Bin a while! Bin ages, really!â
Lady Jenivah of the Spring Court of Faerie â among friends just called âJennyâ or âJenny Jumpâ -â hadnât changed much since Hagrid saw her last. Like most half-Fae, indeed like Hagrid himself, she could pass for human if you ignored a few telltale signs⊠which in Jennyâs case were slightly pointed ears and the fact that her light blonde hair was exceptionally voluminous and reached down almost to her ankles. Other than that, she looked (and acted) like a normal human woman in the beginning of her twenties⊠even though, like him, she was actually in her sixties.Â
She hugged him tightly, having to wrap her arms around his waist, because that was as high as she could reach, and then let go to look up at him with curious blue-green eyes. âBut what are you doing here in Dewberry Grove? You never visit Faerie anymore. Donât tell me you got that impatient for me to come see you at Hogwarts? I was planning on getting around to it, butâŠâÂ
âAh, donâ yeh worry about it,â said Hagrid. âWeâve both been busy. âSides, whatâs ten years to the likes of us? Nah, truth be told⊠always glad ter see you, but Iâm here cause I needed a word with Auntie Vidia.âÂ
âMum? Sheâs not home,â said Jenny. âShe said she had business to attend to and not to expect her back for a while. But Iâm the Lady of the house until she returns⊠so is there anything I can do?â
Hagrid thought about it. He and Jenny had practically grown up together; even though she was a half elf from the Spring Court while he was a half giant from Autumn they thought of each other as cousins. The fact that they both had human fathers meant they understood each other better than most of their peers. Jenny was one of the few people in Faerie who had fully supported Hagrid’s decision to live among the wizards on the mortal plane, and pretty much the only one who had agreed to call him “Hagrid” instead of “Rubeus.” If she could help, she probably would⊠butâŠ
He sighed heavily. âDonât think so. Unless yehâve found a way ter reverse a Fae transformation since I saw yeh last.âÂ
âReverse aâŠÂ oh, fuck, tell me she hasnât started that again!â said Jenny, annoyed. âAfter that scandal we had with the New-Bloods thirty years ago, I thought sheâd given up on that. How many mortals did my darling mother turn into Fae this time?â
âThree,â said Hagrid. âDunno how much yeh know abouâ that bargain I made with her ten years ago, butâŠâ
âThe Harry Potter bargain?â said Jenny. âOh, everyone knows about that. Itâs the talk of the Spring Court, everyoneâs having great fun speculating on what sheâs really up to.â She glanced up at the sky, looking thoughtful for a moment. âI can’t really talk for long. I have a home-alone orgy planned for this evening⊠thirty guests and nobodyâs allowed to wear a stitch of clothing for as long as the orgyâs going on!”
“Er. Okay.”
“But I have some time before that,” said Jenny. “How about we take a brief walk in the gardens, and you can tell me what happened.â
The gardens of Dewberry Grove were beautiful; Hagrid had to admit that. Not overly cultivated and arranged in with flowerbeds in neat rows and carefully mown lawns, like some Muggles (or even some wizards)Â kept their gardens; these gardens; these were gardens of a semi-wild, almost ethereal beauty, where cheerful cobbled paths twisted and zig-zagged in between green grass and blooming spring flowers, trees reached towards the sky and spread their branches, and the sounds of babbling brooks mixed with the birdsong. Fountains, gazebos and benches were placed in strategic areas, as were the always-changing arrays of marble statues that Aunt Vidia liked to decorate he gardens with â men and women in various states of undress, often frozen in the middle of some erotic act or pose.
Hagrid had often suspected, but never actually had it confirmed, that the statues were actual people that had been turned to stone. He tried not to think too hard about that.
ââŠso I get a letter from Harry, tellinâ me that Auntie Vidiaâs turned his family inter flitlings,â he finished. âDunno what she was thinkinââŠâÂ
âThat she was doing him a favour, I expect,â said Jenny. âI donât know, these Dursleys almost sound like theyâd be better off as Fae⊠but I know enough about the mortal realm to know that thereâll be complications that my dearest mother hadnât even considered. You know who you ought to talk to, donât you?â
Hagrid nodded. âYeah, I know. Should talk ter Dumbledore… I mean Albus Dumbledore, obviously.âÂ
âObviously. Is there any other Dumbledore still willing to get involved?â Jenny sighed. âBut he might have some ideas. I remember that he used to have some good ones.â
âYeah⊠Great man, Dumbledore,â said Hagrid. âReally, itâs Harry Iâm worried about. He mighâ get in trouble, cause the Ministry wonât like the idea of the Boy Who Lived livinâ with a bunch oâ Fae⊠anâ the Mugglesâre gonna start wonderinâ where those Dursleys went too as well⊠Ruddy hell, why donâ these full-bloods ever think oâ the consequences to â heh.â All of a sudden, and quite despite himself. Hagrid cut himself off with a chuckle.Â
âWhat?â said Jenny curiously.
âJusâ thinkinâ, yâknow, itâs funny. In the wizardinâ world people are always tellinâ me that Iâm too reckless, that I donâ think oâ the consequences to me actions⊠anâ hereâs me now, worryinâ abouâ consequences.â
âWait.â Jenny stared at him, mouth open. âThey think youâre reckless?!â
âYep.â
âYou?â
âYep.â
âFuck. How careful are these wizards?!âÂ
âMore careful than Fae, less careful than Muggles.â Hagrid took a deep breath. âYehâre right. âCourse yehâre right. I gotta talk ter Dumbledore.â
She patted him on the arm. âThatâs the spirit. Say, do you want to stay for a few hours and join in on my home-alone orgy? Might relax you a little. A couple of other giants are coming too.â
He chuckled again. âNah. Kind oâ yeh ter offer, but I gotta decline. Gotta get back to the mortal plane anâ try ter sort out this mess. âSides, Iâm no good at these orgies, never know what ter do with messelfâŠâ
Jenny sighed, disappointed. âYouâre so prudish,â she complained. âBut I get it, you have responsibilities and all that. Are you certain there isnât anything I can do, though?â
Hagrid looked at her. Those blue-green eyes were earnest. He didnât know if it was her half human blood or just her basic nature, but Jenny wasnât like her mother; always with an angle. She genuinely did want to help. Of course she didnât even have one third of Aunt Vidiaâs power, butâŠ
âIf yeh really do want ter help,â he said. âThere mighâ be one thing⊠Itâs not directly tied ter the Harry situation, butâŠâÂ
âYes?â
âHowâs Fluffy doinâ these days?â