Something different for a change. Something for those whose voices were never heard.

Discl. Anything you recognize is of the brilliant mind of J.K. Rowling. Gulliver to Jonathan Swift.

Chapter 1: Fridwulfa

There once was a giant who was under orders by a King, a man much much much smaller than he. The king ordered him to help his people instead of destroying their home and eating all the food that leaves hundreds starving to death.

He's not used to providing help or being asked to do such a thing. He never understood the word "work." He learned there was no fun in work. So he took a chance and ran away from this brutal duty.

Sure, he felt good when people complimented him that he was doing a good "JOB", but it was boring. All he did was lifted things for the small people or help them get food for all to eat. It wasn't fair, he was supposed to be treated with respect and honor. He can easily smash them if he wanted. But he was never dangerous and he, deep down in his small heart, had a soul and conscience. It told him it was wrong.

But yes, he was mighty, he was powerful, heck he was GIGANTIC.

But this story isn't about Gulliver and his travels. That story has already been told. No, this is the story of his wife, Fridwulfa.

Gulliver learned a lot about humans from Fridwulfa. In fact, she used to be with one, and together, the human and Fridwulfa, had a son, a half-giant in fact, named Rubeus Hagrid. However, Fridwulfa was depressed when she was with her human husband.

She often felt restricted to do things in her everyday life. So, she left. She left behind her son and her human husband. Not even thinking, what grief she has brought upon the family. She thought it was best to leave. It was best to not interfere any longer. She didn't belong with them.

Amongst the human race, she was an outcast.

Her story starts here:

Up in the mountains, high above any wintergreen tree, and all living inhabitants living at ground level, a large clan of giants roamed the lands.

If you ever had experienced an avalanche or a rock slide, you're partner would turn to you and start to blame the weather or nature for almost crushing you both to your deaths.

However, nobody knew it was giants that made such a ruckus. Planes and many flying inventions have failed to see them climbing over hills or traveling across mountains.

They weren't stupid, these giants. I, Fridwulfa, knew that. We can be as stubborn as a mule and we knew not to trust humans. We knew that humans would only use us for their own benefits. We are not to be used. We are a civilization just like them. We didn't want to be made equal with them runts.

They thought of themselves better than us. Just because they built things and supposedly "made the world a better place."

We giants knew better than that.

I tried to explain this to Ridley, my human husband, but he just didn't understand. It didn't understand what the humans were doing to our world.

Our chiefs love magic, but we don't settle for those who use it to destroy. We don't like to get involve with politics because we are not the ones responsible for the many arguments and difference humans have against each other. We are very peaceful when we want to be.

But we will never forgive humans for the destroying our lands around us. There are hardly any of us left after Jack the Giant Killer, killed off most of our clan long ago. That's another thing we don't trust about humans. We don't trust them because they all have the heart of a killer deep down inside.

That's why I can't return to the human race.

I heard news of my husband's death, but nothing of my son Rubeus. By then, I was with Gulliver and had another son, Grawp.

A few years later, there was talk of a human rising to power and murdering those in Lilliput and for some reason Gulliver felt it was his duty to help the people of Lilliput before they all faced their end.

News came back, the people of Lilliput had managed to hold Gulliver down and killed him. His own people he served and helped out. How dare they!

As soon as that news broke out over the clans, giants never trusted humans. Some acted out of revenge bring more death to the pacts and more anger amongst us.

Oh, how I missed Gulliver. How I missed Ridley and my first son Rubeus.

Then there was talk. There was talk that a bunch of wizards were nearby seeking us out. They wanted our help, after what they did.

A group of giants decided it was this chance they would have their revenge from those they have watched. I watched for years how humans had picked apart our clans. I wanted to go too. I wanted to end this for what they did to Ridley and Gulliver and perhaps even Rubeus. For all I now, he was dead too. Nobody would accept his kind, that's for sure. They never accepted me. They would never accepted Rubeus.

I told Grawp I'd be back and I left with the clan. We found the humans sleeping in beat down caves. They were black hooded and small. I almost forgot how small a human really is. They looked like specs of dots.

Together we rolled rocks down the mountain side to smash them like pancakes. The rocks rebounded over their heads. We forgot.

We forgot about their magic skills. They awoke and scurried along the ground. We rolled more rocks, but they flung strings of green at us. The giants beside me fell, dead. How could strings of green kill a giant in an instant?

Soon it was just me and another giant. We looked at each other and knew what our best option was. We charged at them. We dodged the green lights, but one went right to my comrad's chest and he fell behind.

I flung myself in the air. I was closing in on them. A green light was rushing toward me.

Just like that my life ended. I almost had them, but "almost" was never good enough. "Almost" gets you nowhere.

A/N: Something a little different for a change. I don't expect a lot of reviews, but any I receive I am very grateful for.