Asexual Harry Potter who gets told by the Dursleys that asexuality doesn’t exist and he must have a mental disorder Bonus: Hagrid flipping his lid when he finds out because James was asexual as well -H

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TW: internalized acephobia

“WHA’!?” Hagrid thundered.

It’s a tone Harry’s only heard a few times. And every single time Harry’s heard it, the tone has meant the Dursley’s have mislead and outright lied to him.

Still, Harry doesn’t like people yelling around him. So he scrunches in on himself and gets quieter. “It’s just – I thought maybe wizards would have a cure. I don’t see a lot of, y’know, disabilities around here, and I don’t hear about any other wizards being like me…” he trails off, knowing Hagrid’s thunderous expression isn’t geared towards him, but feeling uncomfortable, anyway.

Hagrid visibly calms himself and gives Harry an apologetic stare. He runs a hand through his thick, coarse hair. “Yer not wrong about tha’. Look, Harry, wizarding society ain’t too forward an’ accepting abou’ those who are diff’rent. That’s true. But you – ah. Harry, it’s call, uh, lemme remember this right. It’s called asexuality. And it’s as valid as an other identity – gay, straight, whatever else. ‘Onestly, I don’ follow all the terms tha’ well because – well, Harry, there’s not many folk aroun’ I’m int’rested in, so it doesn’t matter much ta me. But you? Ah, yer not alone, Harry. Your dad,” Hagrid relaxes a bit when he sees Harry perk up at this, “he was jus’ like you.”

“He – he was?”

“Yeah. He was. James was asexual. He didn’ really know ‘til he started datin’ yer mum, but he was real loud ‘n’ proud abou’ it after that.”

“He – my dad was… asexual,” Harry repeated, trying the word out for himself.

“An’ the Dursley’s were dead wrong, Harry,” Hagrid leaned down to look Harry in the eyes, resting a large and comforting hand on Harry’s shoulder. “It’s not a disease or a disorder or whatever else codswallop they tried ta feed ya,” he confirmed. “You do not need fixin’, Harry.”

As soon as Hagrid sat back up, Harry covered his face with his hands and took a few shuddering breaths. It was as big and as important a revelation as the fact that he was a wizard.

“Hones’ly, shoulda given ‘em all pig tails. Gotta remember that nex’ time I’m there,” Hagrid murmured to himself, busying himself by shuffling things around in the kitchen of his hut to give Harry time to gather himself.

Harry gave a strangled laugh from behind his hands.

Finally, Hagrid turned around. “Rock cake?” he offered.

Harry peeked out from under his hands, remnants of dried tears on his face clear to Hagrid. “Just some tea, please,” he asked.

“Comin’ right up,” Hagrid smiled. Harry sounded much less distressed than when he’d entered Hagrid’s hut. For now, that was good enough for Hagrid.

~Hufflepuff Mod