"Because yer a wizard! Don't yeh wanna learn all that as yer parents did?"

"...My parents were wizards?"

"What?" he cries, jumping to his feet and turning to face the Dursleys.

Vernon squeals.

"Do you mean ter tell me," he growls at the Dursleys, "that this boy—this boy!—knows nothin' abou'—about ANYTHING?"

...oh dear.

"We couldn't just—tell him—encourage it—"

He whirls to face Victor again.

"But yeh must know about yer mom and dad," he says. "I mean, they're famous. You're famous."

He shakes his head hesitantly. "I'm sorry, I don't know anything about that," he says. "I just know that my mother was Aunt Petunia's sister and they died."

Supposedly they died in a car crash, but in light of this new information about wizards he's not even sure that's true anymore.

"DURSLEY!" He explodes again, turning to look at them. "So yeh've never told him nothin' at all? 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?"

"We—we swore we would—we would never—"

He doesn't know what to do. He almost wants to try to help them somehow, but he doesn't know what to do, doesn't know what he can say that won't get the giant angry at him.

He turns his back on them again and looks at Victor, his expression softening, then reaches inside a coat pocket to hand him the letter. "Well. I reckon it's abou' time yeh read yer letter."

"...I don't think I understand this," he says, reading it carefully, exactly as though he's never seen it before.

"Hogwarts is the finest school o' wizardin' an' witchcraft yeh will find, and yeh's been enrolled there since yeh were a baby. Yer parents went there, and it's where ev'ry self-respectin' witch and wizard in Britain goes."

"I - I don't know anything about being a wizard," he says hesitantly. "Are you sure there hasn't been - some sort of mistake?"

"No one does, at yer age! That's what Hogwarts' fer!" he laughs. "But no, no mistake. Yeh's yer father and mother's son, alright. I delivered yeh to their door meself."

"What were they like?"

"Ah, that's a hard question alright," he says, sitting on the sofa again. "Yer mum... yer mum was one of the brightest witches I've met, an' I've met plenty. And she understood people, she coulda looked right into yeh and figured yeh out like not even yeh coulda. Yer dad was... a troublemaker, but I reckon she set him right."

"Were they good people?"

"Aye. The best. They're heroes."

He blinks several times, looking down at his partly-nibbled cake.

"I - I think I'd like to go to wizard school," he whispers.

His uncle finally finds enough courage to say something, walking up to them. "No! I do not allow it! He is not going to that, that freakhouse!"

The giant snorts. "I'd like ter see a great muggle like you stop him," he says.

Victor flinches slightly at his uncle's outburst.