Description: A strange girl inhabits the woods around Hagrids shack. He has glimpsed her a few times but never seen her up close. What happens when you mix a feral child, werewolves and a shack in the woods?

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Chapter 1 – Unexpected Guest -

Hagrid sipped his ale on his comfy old armchair as he watched his fire crackle and burn before him. He enjoyed the evenings. In the evening things just seemed to quiet down at take things at Hagrids pace, slow. He enjoyed how every sip of his ale put a thin line of foam on his beard. The little things were important to Hagrid. He blissfully leaned back letting his tired eyes rest after a long day of work. Everything was perfect. The fire gently died down to glowing embers, Fang (the dog) was fast asleep, legs kicking out as he dreamed of chasing squirrels as dogs do and Hagrid was about to fall into well-deserved slumber.

Something didn't feel right this afternoon. Little green eyes were watching Hagrid. "Hello? Who's there? Is that you Harry?" Hagrid got up but no one was there. He swore he could hear shuffling and scratching at his door. He grabbed his crossbow and cautiously undid the locks on his door. When the wind swung it open there was nothing in sight beside the cold dark woods that seemed to get closer to the shack everyday. Hagrid failed to notice, when he closed the door that little footsteps went past him on his left side. Hagrid returned his crossbow to its place and went back to his chair "bloody squirrels" and promptly fell asleep. A little unnoticed guest waited until he had fallen asleep before coming out and partaking of his larder.

"WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED HERE!" Hagrid had awoken to find his house in a state of chaos. Hagrid had never been a tidy man but he knew had an order of organized dysfunction not this mess. "Fang! Did you do this you lazy dog?" Fang looked up at his angry master and whimpered. Suddenly he noticed a new scent in the house. Yawning and stretching Fang leapt off the lounge and sniffed the trail. It started from the front door, went through a path to the pantry and then all over the house. Hagrids beloved biscuits were spread about the room. Hagrid saw a trail of crumbs leading to a small cupboard. It was usually empty but he ad a feeling that currently his intruder still occupied it. Hagrid approached the cupboard with his handy crossbow and opened the door with the edge of his toe. What he saw made him put down his crossbow in shock.

A little brown haired girl was asleep in his cupboard. She wore ragged clothes and a worn out old travel cloak. Her hair was in such a state of tangles Hagrid didn't know how much was twigs and leaves and how much was actually hair. Little cuts and scratches adorned her thin body and the dark circles under her eyes attested to the amount of sleep she'd had recently. "Aw Fang. She's just a little wild child". Fang curiously dipped his head into the wardrobe and quickly found a pair of green eyes staring at him surprised. Little fingers wove themselves into his short, thick fur and a tiny cheek nuzzled against his neck. The creature purred softly and uttered a sing word "vulfy".

AN: yay! First chapter. Depending on the amount of views received I shall continue or I shall probably keep writing for no good reason other than to enjoy it. Either way, please review to help me find where I'm going wrong or for some welcome encouragement.

P.S this is all good clean entertainment. Just because Hagrid has a scantily clothed young girl in his closet, it doesn't mean anything. T rating is for foreseen mild language.

Disclaimer: I do not own HP.

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Chapter 2 –

Seeing that the little terror was indeed friendly Hagrid attempted to greet the girl. "Hello little one. I'm Hagrid. What's your name?" With well-practiced composure dealing with baby animals and keeping the sometimes gruff voice to a gentle whisper made sure the girl wasn't completely scarred for life. Hagrid shouldn't have worried. The girl uncurled from her corner and walked up to him staring at his beard. He allowed her to touch its wiry curls to which she commented "fuzzy!" Hagrid was quick notice her lack of language and instead tried to teach her his name. He pointed to his chest "Me, Hagrid." He pointed her chest and she picked up on it. She cutely struggled to pronounce the strange new word. She pointed to her chest "Me, Trilly". Hagrid was so overtaken by her adorableness in seconds "Poor love. Here let Hagrid get you something warm". He began to brew up some tea as Trilly explored his shack. She had a particular interest in the fire. She tried to touch it which caused her very sore fingers. It surprised her, making her jump backwards onto the lounge. The lounge she liked a lot better and Fang agreed. He quickly deposited his weight onto the couch making a tight but comfy spot for Trilly to sit in.