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Dumbledore was concerned. Word had reached him that Voldemort was sending emissaries out to the various (supposedly) dark creatures. Steps would have to be taken.
He looked up, thoughtfully, from the report in front of him as a massive figure somehow slipped through the doorway to his office.
"Yeh called fer me, Professor Dumbledore?" Rumbled from somewhere within the thickly bearded expanse.
The Headmaster nodded towards a comfortable three-seater couch that had just emerged from the floor of his office. "Have a seat Hagrid."
The Care of Magical Creatures professor moved with an agility completely belied by his incredible size, avoiding the many obstacles that lined the Headmaster's office, and easily dropped into the couch. Shaggy eyebrows rose as he took note of Dumbledore's expression.
Letting out a resigned sigh the Headmaster began, "It seems that the giants may well side with Voldemort…"
Hagrid sat upright sharply, "No, they wouldna' do that. They're, well mos'ly good folk."
Dumbledore's expression darkened a little. "You know they have little reason to love the Ministry. No, I think we will have slim hope of gaining their aid…"
Again, the large man interrupted, "That's not right, Professor. We can't just give up on them." Hagrid paused a moment. "I'll go ter them. I'll talk ter them, some o' them'll listen ter me."
"No Hagrid, I cannot ask you to do this. The chances of your absence being noticed would increase your danger, and the danger of our enemies realising what you are about is too great." The Headmaster shook his head sadly.
Hagrid slumped back into the groaning couch, the minimal splash of forehead still visible between his eyebrows and hair deeply furrowed.
Dumbledore continued, "It would be a disaster if the Ministry were to find you consorting with giants aligned with Voldemort. We both know the Ministry has been thoroughly infiltrated by Death Eaters…"
"What if we had someone fill in fer me, someone who would distrac' folks from noticin' I was gone?" An almost thoughtful tone coloured the half-giant's voice as he interrupted the other man.
It was Dumbledore's turn to lean back in his chair. Eyebrow raised, he spoke slowly, "With the right…person…it might…" He shook his head. "No. I couldn't ask this of you, Hagrid."
Hagrid stood up, his posture resolved. "Yeh know it's the only way. An' I know just the man." The huge figure leaned forward and mumbled something for the Headmaster's ear only.
Dumbledore looked up at Hagrid, surprise etched on his face. "Would he come?"
"I'd reckon so," a huge grin split the big man's beard as he stepped towards the door.