SOME OF THIS is not mine. Many of the words may be directly from the pen of jkr's "Harry Potter and the" series. Perhaps you've heard of it.

Magic

by Eh

"'Arry- yer uh wrrrsd," Hagrid said.

There was silence in the hut. Only the sea and the whistling wind could be heard.

Harry narrowed his eyes.

"I'm a what?" he asked, confused as to what the large man had just said.

"Yer uh wrrssst, o' curz. An a thu'in ud un I'd sa'." The rest of what the large man said to the 11 year old boy was completely lost in the man's beard. Harry thought the man might be... a bit dim. Who in their right mind would call that speaking?! Finally, he caught the last word: "...lett'r."

"A letter?" was his tentative response. The giant grinned and dug through a bunch of pockets, eventually finding a half-dead vulture-like... thing, and two pieces of odd paper. Well, a letter and half a paper with some scribbles on it, to be exact. Hagrid handed Harry his half-paper, heavily heaving his horrific pet out of the window with the letter in its talons. It was promptly blown down into the sea, an event which the large man did not notice.

Harry just stared at him, thinking that there was something crucial he was supposed to know. The feeling passed after a moment, and the boy accepted the man's heavy coat.

"Sir?" Harry hesitantly caught the Headmaster's attention nearly four years after that unfortunate meeting with the gatekeeper. "Why couldn't Voldemort stand to touch me? It was almost like it caused him pain."

"But not you?" The old man looked as grandfatherly as ever, despite the fact that Harry's arm was still dripping blood on the carpet. Stupid satanic cult rituals.

"No, professor."

"Ah, Harry, my boy," Dumbledore said with his eyes twinkling brightly. "I believe it was from a charm your mother-"

"A what?"

"A charm," the man said clearly. Harry frowned. "You've been in charms for quite a few years now, yes?" He peered at the boy with concern. "Are you feeling well, my boy?"

"Er, I'm fine." He had no idea where this was going. Probably towards more information that made no sense.

"Splendid." Dumbledore ate a lemon drop and offered one to Harry, who declined. "Now, as I was saying, your mother used an ancient magic-"

"Magic?" Harry blurted without thinking. Had the old man gone senile? "What magic?"

"Eh?" The Headmaster looked about as confused and shocked as Harry felt. "Magic, my boy. You know, the power wizards use?"

"So..." Harry trailed off and Dumbledore suddenly had a feeling of dread.

"Harry, you're a wizard."

"I'm a what?!"

Suddenly, the boy's utter lack of passing grades made perfect sense.