Someone for Hagrid
Someone for Hagrid.
By, Little Minny Mary.
Disclaimer. None but one of the characters belong to me. All other characters belong to J.K. Rowling.
Prologue.
Hagrid lay in his bed, his eyes gazing about his little cabin with a tired but happy sort of gaze. He could see the snow falling gently like small birds
From the sky, and as he watched, a silver star appeared in the sky, moving brightly across the treetops. Fang's snores could be herd at the foot of his
bed, and nearby, crackled the fire, on which roasted a crock-pot of foods.
Today had been hard for Hagrid, yet nobody could have, or would ever know why. It was kept in his heart, even as he lay in his bed, looking
around with his tired eyes, and thinking sadly of the star that shined so brightly in the sky, while his heart died slowly within himself. Leena Michaels,
the seventh year girl Hagrid had come to love and adore, was to go home on the Hogwarts Express the next day, and try as he might, Hagrid could not bring
himself to think of what life might be like, without the girl he'd love for the past four years.
Leena had seen thru him, when nobody else dared to look at him, and she alone, had shown the affection needed, when he had been expelled from
the beloved Hogwarts, five years before. It had been Leena Michaels, who had helped him to get his beloved Aragog into the forest, and it had been she,
who had helped Hagrid to find a home on the grounds of Hogwarts, when he was sure Dumbledore would send him away.
Leena had always been extremely special to him in so many ways, and now she had to go, and Hagrid found himself powerless to do anything about
it. He longed to go to her, and to bring her home to him, and if Leena would have him, Hagrid knew, he would make her his wife. Leena Michaels, who was
to live outside of Hogwarts, was sure to leave him forever, and the thought of her broke his heart all over again, as he lay in his bed, his mind concentrating hard on what could have been.
There was no doubt in Hagrid's mind that he loved Leena Michaels, not only because she had helped him when no other could, but also because she had cared for him, as much, if not more, than Dumbledore himself had. Leena was special, in all her beauty, and though Hagrid could only dream of having her, the wonder of the dream was what had kept the love inside of him alive, as no other dream could.
Hagrid rolled over in his bed, thinking hard of the girl who would be leaving the next day, and as he looked up, his thoughts never leaving
the young girl, a small shadow passed the window, and Fang, who had been lying peacefully on the foot of Hagrid's bed, jumped to his feet, and began to
bark wildly, as though he knew who now approached the door. Halfheartedly, Hagrid stood, and as he made his way quietly to the door, a knock reached his ears, just as Fang's barking increased in its volume.
"Hagrid?" a voice asked, as an invisible figure entered the room.
"Leena? Ye really shouldn't be here!" Hagrid said, as he closed the door.
"I had to say goodbye, Hagrid." Leena said, as the cloak dropped from her body, revealing black pajamas, beneath her black robes.
Hagrid looked at her, his eyes smiling behind their thick lashes, and as he watched, Leena walked the length of the room, and sat beside him, her arm reaching to him, until she had wrapped her arm almost halfway around the giant. Hagrid looked upon Leena's fair face, and felt his heart jump, as she smiled at him.
"Hagrid, I have something I need to tell you. Please listen, because it's important." Leena said, looking at him with pleading eyes.
"What is it, Leena?" Hagrid asked, as the distant sound of footsteps reached them.
"Oh, Hagrid, you must believe me. No matter what happens, I didn't do it." Leena said, her voice becoming urgent as she looked into his eyes.
"Didn' do what, Leena?" Hagrid asked, as the footsteps came closer to the cabin.
Leena did not answer, and as she hugged Hagrid, her arms holding him close, Hagrid caught his first glimpse into her eyes. Leena's eyes were frightened, more so than any other eyes he had ever seen, and this frightened Hagrid more than anything he had ever felt. Leena, his lovely, wonderful girl, was in distress, and as Hagrid could think of no way to help her yet, he knew that he would rather have died, than let his Leena cry, as she was beginning to do.
Before he could ask her what she had not done, however, the door burst open, and Hagrid was confronted with the stern face of Bartemius Croutch,
as he entered the room. Sizing the room up quickly, Bartemius raised his wand, and without warning, he threw a stunning spell at Leena, which sent her sprawling on the ground, her head red with blood.
"Bloody Bastard! Ye could of killed 'er, ye could of!" Hagrid said, as he looked down.
"She is accused of working with He who must Not Be Named, and I intend to prove it." Bartemius said, as he dragged Leena from the ground, and
tied her in a harness on his broomstick.
"She's done nothin' wrong! Only an innocent girl, she is!" Hagrid defended, as he tried to rescue Leena's unconscious body.
"We'll see." Mister Croutch said, as he looked at Hagrid.
"I won't let ye!" Hagrid said, as he rushed at Bartemius.
"Be a good boy, and perhaps I'll clear your name." Bartemius said, as he floated the broom, with Leena's sleeping form attached, to the doorway.
"Ye Bloody Bastard!" Hagrid said, as he squeezed a small stuffed ball in his hands.
"Your mistake." Bartemius said, as he ran with the broom out of the house.
A moment later, Bartemius rose from the ground, and as he flew away, a shadow fell in beside him, and Bartemius smiled, as his Uncle Voldemort
gave him a pleased look. The oaf had led him straight to Leena Michaels, and Bartemius had nobody to thank but himself. Love could be so bad, and with
the gifts Leena Michaels possessed, she would be quite useful to Voldemort.
It had been the stupid oaf's mistake, and Bartemius meant to utilize it as best he could, for who cared if he sat and cried, for nobody would
be there to listen. Besides, he was too far away, locked as gamekeeper in his little cabin, and Bartemius could not have been more glad to see him so.
To Bartemius, both Leena and Hagrid had gotten what they had deserved, and he could not wait, until Voldemort could trust him with more quizzical things,
such as the capture of the Baby Harry Potter, and his hated parents.
As soon as Bartemius Croutch had gone, however, Hagrid, feeling that he must lose all he felt inside, bolted from his cabin, feeling that he couldn't possibly take anymore of the stress life had placed upon him. Leena, his wonderful girl, was gone, probably straight to Azkaban, and Hagrid felt in his heart, that she would not come back. He would never see his beautiful Leena again, and for this, Hagrid mourned, more deeply than he'd ever mourned in his lifetime.
"Hagrid, would you mind a word?" a voice asked, from just behind him.
Hagrid turned, his heart beating wildly inside his chest, to see an old man standing just in front of him. A long beard hung to the Man's waist, and in his hand, was held a small, round pendant, as thought it were a delicate bird. Gently, he handed the pendant to Hagrid, and the pendant grew warm in his hand, so that he looked questioningly into the Man's eyes.
"Who are you? What are you doing in here? Ye shouldn't be here!" Hagrid said, as he looked at the pendant.
"Hagrid, do you not know me? Come. Look into my eyes, and you shall see who I am." The man said, as he stared fixedly at Hagrid.
Hagrid looked into the man's eyes, and his mouth dropped, as recognition came to him. The Man, with his beard, and his half-moon glasses, was Professor Dumbledore, only, he was a much older Dumbledore indeed! From the looks of him, he had aged at least fifty years, and now he stood, his hands at his sides, as he smiled at Hagrid with twinkling eyes.
"Hagrid, I need a favor from you." Dumbledore said, as he looked down at Hagrid.
"Anything, Professor Dumbledore. You needn't do anything but ask, and I will do it." Hagrid said, as he looked into Dumbledore's twinkling eyes.
"Hagrid, time has been played with. In the second war on Voldemort, he has discovered a secret weapon. He has sent Hermione Granger, Harry potter and Ronnald Weasley back thirty years, and they were forced to come to Hogwarts early. They are now going during their parents' time, and if this is found out, then history will turn bad. Voldemort is hoping this will be so, for if Harry Potter, Ronnald Weasley and Hermione Granger find what time they have entered, they will go forth, and attempt to save the lives of James and Lilly Potter." Dumbledore said, as he made his way slowly to Hagrid's empty cabin.
"Professor, ye aren't making any sense! Who in the Bloody blazes are Voldemort, and all those other people?" Hagrid asked, as he stared, dumbfounded, at the professor.
"Tom Riddle is bad, Hagrid. He turns evil, and he takes the Wizzarding world into chaos. Hagrid, don't ask me to tell you what happens. Do not change that part of history. Are you willing to do this favor for me, Hagrid?" Dumbledore asked, as he looked intently into Hagrid's eyes.
"Course I am, Professor!" Hagrid said, not fully understanding what this meant.
"Here is what you must do. You may befriend the seventh year students, when they come, but remember this. At no time, are Lilly and James Potter to know Harry is their son. Also, Arthur and Molly, who will become husband and wife, are not to know Ronnald is their son. Hermione is smart, so you must beware of her, and her knowing what happens. Keep the pendant, and whenever they get a glint of understanding in their eyes, you must rub the Eagle symbol. This will keep them from knowing they are related, and disguise their names and identities from those of the older generation." Dumbledore said, as he stared at the pendant.
"Why don't ye jus' send them back?" Hagrid asked, confused.
"Hagrid, you must. On the other side of the pendant, is the symbol of the griffin. When Lilly and James are killed, you must rub this side. Do not before, for what is done must be done. On the night James and Lilly Potter are killed, Harry, ron and Hermione will be there, and they will see. On that exact month and day, twenty-two years later, they will be killed by Voldemort. Your sending them back is vital, for no time will have passed, and with the appearance of the angry students, Voldemort will be thrown off guard, and together, the three of them will face him. Harry potter will then defeat him." Dumbledore said, as he walked into the cabin, and took a seat at Hagrid's table.
"Professor, what about the teachers? Will they not know who Harry, Ron and Hermione are?" Hagrid asked, even more confused as he looked at the old professor.
"Remember the Eagle. Harry, Ron and Hermione will hear their names mentioned, when what is really coming of all the others' mouths are the names Brandy Garnem, Ryan Weilder, and Rolland Wilson. The same affect will occur when they speak to each other. Rub the Eagle whenever a teacher or student is present around them. You will know, because your right thumb will turn a light green." Dumbledore said, as he smiled once again.
Hagrid nodded, confirming his understanding of what Professor Dumbledore had said, and as Professor Dumbledore smiled again, Hagrid felt the same closeness he'd always felt for the dear professor. Albus Dumbledore had a heart of gold, and as Hagrid looked once again into the eyes behind his half-moon spectacles, Dumbledore rose from his seat, and adorned his cloak, ready to leave again.
"Can't ye stay, Professor?" Hagrid asked, as a tear came into his fair blue eyes.
"Hagrid, you know I cannot. I must go home to my own time now, and remain there for the present time." Dumbledore said, as he looked into Hagrid's tearful eyes.
"Do me a favor. Won't ye get Leena Michaels out of Azkaban for me? She'll die in there, ye see, and I can't rightly have that." Hagrid said, as his tearful eyes flooded over, and his face looked pleadingly into Dumbledore's.
"Hagrid, come here. This too, will be handled, long before my time. You shall see." Dumbledore said, as he took Hagrid into his arms, and rocked him gently.
Able to handle no more at last, Hagrid began to sob loudly, and Dumbledore, holding him as though he were a sad, lost child, began the task of comforting the teenager, as he waited patiently with him. Hagrid was like a son to him, and Dumbledore's heart went out to him, not only for how the night's events had treated him, but also for how he had laid such a large task on Hagrid's shoulders. He had no doubt the boy could handle it, and yet, he worried of how attached he would now become to the three young students, when they arrived at Hogwarts in the near future. As he held Hagrid, Dumbledore spoke gently to him, his eyes and voice soothing, until Hagrid became sleepy, and his head drooped upon Dumbledore's shoulder, nearly knocking the old man to the floor. Then, silently, he took his wand from his pocket, and floated Hagrid to his large bed, laying him upon it, and covering him with the patchwork quilt which would in later days, become a part of Hagrid, and of what everyone knew of his cabin. At last, patting the pup Fang on the head, he took from his pocket, the Time-turner, and turned it wildly to the right, until, with a soft "Pop", he disappeared from Hagrid's time, and reappeared in his office, in his present time.
