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A Seed of Doubt
Rubeus Hagrid, Keeper of the Keys and Grounds at Hogwarts did not attend the feast that night. After escorting the children to Professor McGonagall, he turned and headed to his cabin. He was not aware of the disruption caused by the words of one small child. He had some thinking to do. Things were not right. And in the confusion of his mind, small and big things were not adding up. He was not a smart man. He knew he relied on others to do his thinking for him. But this, this he needed to work out for himself.
The half-giant thought back over the last month. Introducing a child to the magical world. It was, he'd thought so at the time, an odd occurrence. He had never introduced a child to their world before. That task was always left to the Heads of Houses. But it was not in his nature to question, and he was entrusted. Great man the Headmaster. Great man. But was he, the thought niggled, and the first seed of doubt was planted.
Hagrid's thoughts drifted back to the war. To when he had last seen the child. When he'd handed the child over to Dumbledore. The child's eyes opening for a moment. Glowing, blazing as if with a hidden knowledge of what was to befall, before closing once again in sleep. He shook off the memory. He was not one to question. His thoughts were churning. Dumbledore was a great man. Albus Dumbledore always knew what was best, what was right. But did he? The doubt sprouted and grew, the second seed was planted.
He turned his thoughts back to the child. A girl, he was shocked, confused, he'd been expecting a boy. That was was they had all been told. The-boy-who-lived.
"You're a witch" he'd said. Unable to even form the word wizard in his mind. Knowing it was wrong. "Harry, you're a witch". He thought back to that day, to all the things he'd missed. The things he had only subconsciously noted. He was confused.
The venomous words that had spewed forth from the Aunt had shocked him. It didn't seem right. Was this how all Muggles acted. He wasn't to know, he rarely went into the Muggle world. He couldn't hide what he was and secrecy must be maintained. Then he thought of Lily. She came from this family. She didn't act like this. She was good. She was sweet. Always a kind word, she never said anything to cause pain. He was baffled, barely knowing what to think.
The goblins, an epiphany erupted within his mind. The goblins, devilish little blighters, that they were. But they never missed a trick. And the goblins knew, they knew something was wrong. What they had been told was not the truth. Hagrid, was no longer confused. He just hadn't known any different. He'd placed his beliefs with the wrong people, the wrong person. He'd been sent because he wouldn't know any better. He'd been played the fool.
Well no more. He now knew where he stood. Where his loyalties lay. He knew where to place his trust. It was with this child. Risa, he remembered, she told him she like to be called Risa. Well Risa, Hagrid thought to himself. I am here, and I am here for you.
His trust had been broken by those once revered. His faith shattered under the lies brought forth. The world would tremble at the wrath of the giant. Hagrid no longer cared, as long as she was safe. As long as Risa was safe, the world could burn.