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Chapter 1

Something Found

The Forbidden Forest was just as ominous as I had been told, the silhouette of the castle looming in the distance, I turn around to face the dark boundary of trees marking the entrance. The black edge of the forest slightly parted to make a clear pathway leading into the darkness.

'Just this way 'ere eh Teddy' Boomed Hagrid as he lugged a large hem sack over his shoulder, the wiry beard and hair known all too well by those at Hogwarts has started to grey at the edges, giving him an old grandfatherly appeal. Hagrid trudges past me, the sun which marks a new day edges over the rolling mountains spreading new light into the valley makes the grass around us start to shimmer with due.

'Hagrid don't you think it's a little early? Can't this wait until maybe, not 5am? I'm not even awake yet' I followed him on the pine needle covered trail leading into the forest.

'No Teddy, you want to get the moss when it's fresh an' full of tha' dew' He turned his self towards me and walked beside me, 'That's when they're the tastiest for 'em'

'Hagird, what is the moss exactly food for?' I asked him, as we continue to follow the path deeper into the forest.

'Oh you know, Nifflers like 'em, we'll use 'em for the fourth years today for your training'

'Ahh see well that makes sense now, so just collecting food for them this right?'

'Tha's the plan' Hagrid grunted as he walked, but occasionally I swear I can hear his old joints creak. He's getting old now, must be nearly 90, I'm not entirely sure of the lifespan of a half giant, but seeming as old Dumbledore lived a lifetime and a half I have no doubts Hagrid can do the same. 'Oh 'ere you go Ted! You see this?' He bent over and creaked again, ripping a few strings of moss off of a fallen branch, 'This is the stuff you wan''

'Ah alright thanks, so, so shall I just be getting off on my own then? Just over here?' I started to jokingly edge away from Hagrid, pointing and jesting as I walked off in the opposite direction,

'Sure thing, be carefu' tho' you don't know what's out there still alright, you may be almost eigh'een but stay close alrigh'' I can sense the edge of physical fatherly concern in his voice.

'Sure thing Hagrid! I'll be fine!' I call back to him as I continue to walk, and he nods his head in approval.

The light from the new dawn beams through the trees, once dark and gloomy the forest floor now twinkles with the morning dew as Hagrid has said, and scattered around lays patches of moss.

I start to collect some, shoving it in a smaller bag Hagrid handed me earlier, the dampness of the ground seeps through my jeans.

The whole ground is covered in tiny drops of water, glinting in the morning light, but as I lean down to grab the next handful, I notice a sharp point glimmering, nestled in the moss.

Reaching down I rip up that patch and shove it in the bag, but as I pull my hand out, something small, and solid scrapes across my hand before falling into the sack as well. 'Probably a rock or something' I tell myself as I continue to gather.

After a while the sun is now peaking just at the top of the trees of the forest, as I estimate it must be about 7am, so most students should be waking by now. Just as I think about returning to Hagrid I hear is bellowing voice through the trees. 'Teddy, Teddy! You gotta come back now' In his thick accent.

'Yeah I hear you!' I call back, as I see his rounded shadow at the edge of the forest.

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Now back in Hagrid's hut, he's instructed me to separate the moss into smaller portions for the Nifflers who eagerly await their morning meal in large cages hanging in the corner of his hut.

I stand at an old well worn wooden table, with two hem sacks, moist from the due captured in the moss inside. Shoving my hand into Hagrid's larger sack I pull out a larger handful of moss and start to separate it, poking it through the bars of the cages as the first Niffler snuffles it away with his long nose and leathery but soft hairy skin.

I continue to individually feed each Niffler, admiring their playful characters as I work, then Hagird enters the hut and fiddles with his shelves of various teacups and crockery beside a large cooking pot. 'You getting along well there Teddy?'

'Yeah fine thanks, funny things aren't they?' Referring to the creatures next to me.

'Yeah you could say tha', 'course you'll meet a lot weirder with your trainin', you looking forward to that then?'

'Of course I am! Ever since I was younger I always told Harry that I wanted to work with magical creatures, you know, because they are so interesting' I continue to prepare some more moss.

'Oh yeah of course you and Harry are real close aren't ya? Oh 'arry I remember when he wa' your age, 'course then he wasn't exactly in education was he? Nah you got told all about that from 'im not long ago I guess, how'd you take that anyway?'

Hagrid sort of mumbles to himself sometimes, and the fact I get distracted too easily doesn't help that I am rarely able to piece together what he's said – but his mention of Harry's past catches my attention. I look up.

'Hagrid? How'd you know about that, like when we're told – I thought it was only the Weasley's tradition you know'

'OH Teddy! You think I don't know about all that? Me and the Weasleys have been close for a long time now, you know tha'!'

'Oh of course yes silly me' I sigh lightly to myself, 'Yeah we're only told about that gory part of the past when we're just seventeen, I mean of course I knew' my voice catches at the thought of my parent's memory. 'About my parents, that they'd died for a great cause, yeah I know'

What followed was a silence only the quiet sniffles from the Nifflers could fill, occasionally some whined for more food but Hagrid said nothing for a long while.

He continued to busy himself with tidying things up around his hut, until he picked up a large bag of various books and object and walked out the door leaving me alone to finish my job.

His abrupt departure was what I could only think was caused by the mention of the past; I think about it a lot, how experiencing something like the Great War must change a person. How he could live through that, losing so many people dear to him I do not know, sometimes I barely hold it together with my longing to know my parents.

Often before I've discussed this feeling with Harry, My God Father, which of course he is familiar with, but that has never really minimised the growing bubble emptiness that on some days feels like it wants to explode inside of me.

My hands work busily tearing moss, I just finish Hagrid's large bag and move onto my own smaller bag.

What seems like a long time passes until there are just a few bunches left in the bottom, I stretch my hand out to fetch more, when the familiar scratch of the hard rock brushes across my hand.

Bringing the clump of moss out onto the worktable, I separate the moss, my hands grubby and muddy from working, part and rip strands until sitting in a shaggy ring on the old wooden table, sits a small shining angular stone, glinting in the sunlight seeping through the old window.

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