Term had just started at Hogwarts. It was still sunny, and it had been about two days since their classes had begun. Autumn was beautiful there, with the rustling of the leaves from the Forbidden Forest, and the call of the sparrows that sounded from the trees by the glittering Black Lake. It was nothing but magical.
The September breeze blew against her freckled face. Her long curls of brilliant red hair flew around her face like a violent flame. She sprinted down the slopes of the emerald hills behind the castle to Hagrid's hut. She knew she would be missing classes, but she was too excited to care. Perhaps getting into trouble was just in her blood.
Panting, she arrived at the tiny cottage and banged on the door with her fist. An earthen scent came from inside, accompanied with the aroma of a strong tea, and the sounds of some creature she couldn't yet identify. "Hagrid!" she called, her banging becoming louder as she grew more impatient. "Hagrid!"
The door swung open, and a huge man, probably twice her height appeared in his familiar, worn out leather coat and boots. His unkempt hair had grown even longer, and his beard had streaks of gray in it now. His aged, droopy bloodhound stood by his side, quietly barking as if it were mourning.
She ignored it and looked up at him and flashed that amazingly infectious smile. And Hagrid smiled back at her, looking into her rich teal eyes; the same eyes he had looked into years ago, on a brave, skinny boy with a lightening shaped scar; the same eyes he had looked into on the boy's brave, beautiful mother. Lily.