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Yet Another Halloween – Fourth Chapter – Disbelief.

Yet another Halloween came, and he felt just the same as the one before.

He was zigzagging through the lawns of Hogwarts, holding a bottle full of mead, singing like a mad man. Reaching the undergrowth of the Forbidden Forest, he pushed the door to his small shack powerfully, almost breaking it. He walked in, closed the wooden door behind him and slammed the bottle onto the table, shaking it. A huge dog lifted his head from the large, ragged bed and when seeing his owner, put it down to his front legs and closed his eyes.

Hagrid has done it again, just like last Halloween: gotten all drunk, and he'll probably become sober only tomorrow noon, after a long sleep. But, being under the control of the alcohol, he sat down on his chair – which almost got snapped by the weight of the half-giant – and began singing, between hiccup to hiccup, about Odo the hero's sad life and death. Death…

The big man suddenly remembered it, a memory he pushed to the far ends of his mind – Lily and James's dead bodies, lying on the floor, motionless, lifeless... He remembered it all too clearly, and even the burning drink that stung his throat could not hide it away from his drunk self. If only they had lived… maybe Harry would have had a better life, like he should have had… He could not believe it, there was no possible reasoning for this – Lily and James, dead?

Disbelief shattered him. He was drunk, completely drunk – he will wake up tomorrow, to the sound of chirping birds, and a knock on his window will reveal an owl holding a letter for him from Lily, telling him about James's jokes of the neighbors and little Harry's stunts that make the cat run the other way around, hissing…

Tears running down his eyes, Hagrid was singing and hiccupping to himself, as Fang was asleep and could not hear… And finally, he lifted the bottle up the table to his mouth and drank, gulping down the mead left in it. The bottle slipped from his hand as he fell asleep, dreaming of better tomorrows and yesterdays, of Lily and James, and of course of little Harry – which was now sleeping nicely and neatly in the Gryffindor Tower… He sunk in this wishful slumber, in which he disbelieved bad things could happen, just like last year, and yet for another Halloween.