Hagrid was just poking around the forest when he heard a high pitched squealing and crying. As he kept walking, if got louder and didn't stop.
"What is that?" he demanded as he looked for the noise. He moved aside some branches and came face to face with a crying little girl with greenish eyes and light blond curls.
"Eh, don't cry," Hagrid said, trying to stop the crying. "What's wrong?"
"I can't find my mummy," the little girl said, wiping her eyes. "I want my mummy!" The girl's voice had gone high pitched again.
Hagrid winced. He wanted the high pitched squealing to stop, it was giving him quite the headache.
"Come now, who's your mother?" Hagrid asked."My mummy. My mummy's name is Demetria Lake." The girl sniffles again, wiping her nose with a hand. "Deme Lake. That's what her friends would say. Deme."
"And your father? Who is your father?" The little girl shook her small head, making her little blond curls shake as she did so.
"Mummy says he runned away. I wanted to find him. But Mummy says my daddy don't want us."
"Then why did you look for him?" Hagrid asked. "I wanted to ask, 'daddy, why did you go? Why don't you like us? Is it my fault?'"
Hagrid looked at the little girl. "So you don't know your father's name? I'm sure it's not your fault."
The little girl nodded. "I don't know daddy's name. Or I don't remember. Even though I'm five, my mummy helped me read. I saw, kids are sometimes why mummies and daddies go away."
"Smart, are ya..."
The girl nodded once more.
"What's your name?" Hagrid asked.
"Lucy," the girl said. "Lucy Malfoy."