A/N: I couldn't find which house Hagrid was in so, if anyone knows, please tell me and I might be able to change the chapter so it fits. Most spelling mistakes are actually speech descriptions
Disclaimer: Harry Potter, all related characters and settings belong to J. K. Rowling.
Chapter Twenty-Seven- Hagrid, Rubeus.
I could see the half-giant sitting up at the teachers table, glaring at me. I don't know why. I hadn't done anything wrong. This was just a way to get revenge for all of the boring sorting that I had been made to sit through over the years. All the times I was left in the headmaster's office and forgotten about for up to a year at a time.
Revenge really is sweet.
"Hagrid, Rubeus." The deputy-head announced and I could hear a slight sneer in their voice. Knowing that this did not happen often I looked at the person I was going to be sorting. I was so shocked I think my rim might have dropped to the floor. The kid was massive and I'm not joking. When he put me on his head I could hardly reach his ears. I was about to ask him what he was but then I realised. Half-Giant.
Some people would say your kind shouldn't come to Hogwarts.
What?
Some people would say that your kind shouldn't come to Hogwarts.
What's that 'possed to mean?
That some people don't want their children fraternising with Giants.
I'm nut a giant.
You think they'd care about that. No. The best thing that you can do is to keep your mouth shut. All the teachers know obviously but if you don't tell any of your classmates you might survive. 'I explained to him, almost yawning.'
Why can't I tell em?
They would tell their parents and then you would be run out of the country. Never mind the school.
Never mind whut aboot t'e school?
'I sighed. Obviously I wasn't dealing with the smartest of people.' You'll have to be smarter of course.
I know stuff.
You need a wide area of expertise. You have be a leader in all of the subjects.
All of t'em?
Take this example for instance, you know quite a bit about dragons and other things like that but, how would knowing what to feed a dragon do to help you in a charms exam?
...
Precisely. You have to become smarter to stay in school. You're an easy target as well.
For whut?
To be framed for things. Not all the teachers like you being what you are so, given the chance they would be the first to agree that it was you doing whatever you did not do.
Huh?
Listen this time okay? You half-giant, parents not like that, you tell noone. You dumb, you extend your knowledge. You easy target, people blame things on you. Not good.
Not good?
Right. Do you want help to stop that for a while? 'I was keen to get this sorting over with. It was making me think too much.'
Yes.
"GRYFFINDOR!" I yelled out loud and he lumbered off the stage, to sit down amongst a couple of small and bemused first years.
The game keeper did not look happy that I had told his sorting. Well, hardly noone was. It is supposed to be a private matter after all. Which is why I considered it safer to do one of someone who was not here to scare me with their glares.
Molly, now-known-as- Weasley.
A/N: I still haven't found the maiden name for Molly Weasley.