" He's dead." Molfoy's mother said to Voldemort. I felt my body go numb, they made me walk over to the body and pick him up. I felt the hot tears falling down my face. I had held him like this once before, when he was just a baby. I found myself thinking about that night.

How the house had James and Lily dead. Little Harry crying not knowing what was going on. Dumbledore was holding him. I felt the urge to take the small child in my arms. He stopped instantly.

" Hagrid, I'm glad you could make it." Dumbledore said. I nodded grimly at him as we walked outside.

" I can't believe you-know-who did this to them. Why them? It just seems so on fair." I said walking carefully as Harry had fallen asleep in the crook of my arm.

" I did try to warn them Hagrid." Dumbledore's voice quivered with emotion. " I only wish I could have been here to save them."

" Ya, know they would never blame ya." I said looking down at the face of the little boy. So small so innocent. " 'Mazing he lived." I said tucking the blank over his face to keep him warm.

" That is true, he will now when Tom comes back. Harry shall be his target."

" I'd protect 'em."

Now I held him. Like I had seventeen years before, he had grown in to a wonderful young man. He was one of the few friends I ever had, even if he didn't like some of my cook'n he still forced it down. Hermoine and Ron's voice when they were going to see him. I didn't what to think about, they knew him better then even me.

" You know Harry's 'bout to be turning eleven Dumbledore." I said looking at long time friend. He did look younger then. The small pain left from his death added on. The twinkle in his eye seemed to be pointed at me.

" You wish to go and get him?" He asked smiling. " One more day with the owls, if that does not work I will send you. "

" I best go and get ready then." I said turning to leave.

" Hagrid." His voice fell on my ears. I turned to look at the headmaster. " It could be rainy so do be careful."

" With 'arry I always am."

I was now, I wanted to walk slower so his head would not bounce so much. The death eaters made me walk faster causing his head to bob up and down. I could not help that he was a little bigger then a baby and longer. I tripped a few time here and there not seeing rocks though my tears. All the time hearing Voldemort laugh.

" I've got her this time I know it!" I said just as the sun was coming over the castle. I iced the twentieth cake for the night. Frank was tied up outside so he didn't get to have a shot at Harry's cake. I made sure that I didn't let it cool in a place where I might sit on it. This time I would get it right. Something told me my spelling was wrong. I didn't care, this was the best thing I could do for the boy. I was sure he would love food.

I didn't know if he was treated good where I had left him. I thought about it often, how did he turn out? What did he look like? I never pictured him right. When I knocked on the door causing it to fall I felt a little good at seeing he was well taken care of. Then I was shown the real one and was glad I'd made the icing a little thick. The boy defiantly needed more meat on his bone.

When his cousin ate his cake I felt a little anger boil in me. I had spent the whole night before making that for him. He was lucky that I didn't turn him into a pig. Not just the tail.

We got to Hogwarts and Voldemort exclaimed that Harry was dead. Everyone gasped looking at the boy in my arms. I sobbed not able to hold it in anymore. All I could think now was.

Why him? Why Harry? I was able to hold him as a child, now to hold him again. A man, a dead man. It just seemed so unfair.

Wow ok I cried a little writing this! I don't own Harry Potter.