A/N: you know the drill, don't own it, want to, but i can't. so i create my own stories. i only own what you know recognize. the rest is left to JKR. bless that woman! on with the story....
A girl, no older than sixteen, was pacing in the hallway of St. Mungo's Hospital. She was waiting to claim a body. A dead body. She had been called earlier that morning, when she was at her school in Ireland. She had been told that someone had been murdered, and that she needed to come as soon as possible to see if it was her mother. Her mother was an Auror, for the British Ministry of Magic. Her mother was one of the few Aurors that were sent after the supporters, Death Eaters, of Lord Voldemort. They were all captured. They were tortured endlessly for several hours. They were either dead or tortured into madness. Her mother was one of the two that were dead. After pacing for a good hour or two, she was finally called into the morgue. She was lead by a Mediwizard to a table in the middle of the cold, dank room. On the table there was a body covered by a white linen sheet. The Mediwizard pulled back the top of the sheet to reveal the head of the body. The head was covered with long dark auburn hair and skin so pale that it barely made the face look real.
"Is this her?" the Mediwizard asked. "Yes." the young girl said, and then paused wanting to ask a question, "How did she die?"
"Well, from what we know, She was assaulted by the Crucio Curse multiple times, and was eventually killed by the Avada Kedavra curse. How do you know this woman?"
"She was my mother"
The young girl was now an orphan. One of the few in the Wizarding World. She remained in London, and was desperate to find a way to be closer to her remaining family. Only a few distant cousins and her uncle were the remnants of her mother's family. She needed to find her uncle, badly. Her mother said that if anything were to happen to her, that she should go and stay with her brother in London. Her mother also had instructions for her. She had made them several years earlier just to be safe. She didn't want to leave her child alone in the world.
The instructions told her that she was to go to the Leaky Cauldron, and go to Diagon Alley. Once she got there, she was to go to Gringotts and empty out her vault and her mothers vault. She was to get everything she needed in Diagon Alley. She did as the instructions said. She had difficulty finding The Leaky Cauldron. But when she got there, she found that someone was waiting for her. A mountain of man, he must have been at least seven or eight feet tall. He was nearly the size of five grown men together. He had unkempt hair and beard.
"Are you Nola?" the Huge Man asked.
"Depends on who's asking" the girl responded. She had been taught to be skeptical about people's intentions. It was usually taken as her being cynical, but her mother believed it would keep her safe.
"Your mother had a plan for you, if she were to die. That Hogwarts would accept you, and be your guardians. I'm here to help you get what you need." the Huge Man said.
"I'm supposed to go to my Uncle's" Nola said. She tried to be as insistent as she could be.
"You and Professor Dumbledore will have to work that out. I was told to bring you to Hogwarts. No exceptions." the Huge Man said with a stern look on his face.
"What's your name?" Nola asked curiously.
"The name's Rubeus Hagrid. Keeper of Keys and Grounds at Hogwarts" he replied, "Call me Hagrid."