A/N To start with I'd just like to say thanks to every single one of my
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this story, but have at last decided to update. Please tell me what you
think of this chapter.
A/N2 Sorry if this is out of character, I did try and stay true to J K Rowling, but this isn't supposed to be written in her style. This is my style, and my story, with her characters. Constructive criticism is welcomed with open arms. I am at the moment working on rewrites for earlier chapters, so any suggestions are greatly appreciated. Anyway enough rambling and on with the story.
Chapter Thirty Four ~ A Hagrid Helper
Ron shook Harry awake the next morning. "I'm in." He said, quietly.
Harry jumped up, and rubbed his tired eyes. At first he thought he was hearing things, his heart surged with relief. With Ron by his side, there was no way they could fail, well at least the chance of the aforementioned failure was decreased, however slightly.
Harry raised his eyebrows.
Ron nodded, in answer to the unspoken question.
"Then it begins." He said, grabbing his wand from the table.
Harry spent the day showing the book, and repeated to Ron everything Malfoy had said. At the end, a shadowy plan had formed in the boys mind.
"So that's what we'll do."
Ron nodded. There was one problem left, the matter of removing the soul. Harry refused to think about it, he stuffed it to the back of his mind, and tried to ignore it, as it pressed harder. However, Ron couldn't forget something so important. There must be a potion, or something, right?
But no, I mean who would want to remove their soul, on purpose.
"I'm sorry Harry, but I don't understand how we're gonna do it." He said.
"Times like this we really need Hermione." Harry said, with a slight grin.
Ron nodded. "Harry, we need help. We can't do this alone." He muttered. It was a depressing thought. His best friend was trouble, and they couldn't save her. "I think we should go to Dumbledore."
"You said you were in. That's it Ron, you can't go back on it now. Dumbledore won't help us."
"You've changed Harry." Ron said, aggressively.
"Good, because I needed too. Look Ron, if you want something doing you have to do it yourself, you can't rely on no one in this World." Harry replied. "Now I'm going, you can come or you can stay here. Quite frankly, I don't care either way." Harry said. He snapped the book shut, and tossed it onto the table.
"And where are you planning to. . .I know. . .let's talk to Hagrid. . .he'll help us. And besides he's been to the mountains before, he could lead us there."
Harry was silent as though trying to think of a reason not to talk to their friend. Eventually, he nodded.
"Hagrid we need your help." Harry said, simply as the groundskeeper opened the door to his hut. He looked surprised at the sight of Ron and Harry standing on the step.
"Shouldn't ya be in lessons?" He asked, gruffly, stepping aside so they could enter.
Harry shook his head. "We have more important things to be doing. . ."
"Then potions." Ron added.
"Listen Hagrid, we have to help Hermione, we can't just leave her there to die. It wouldn't be right." Harry began.
Hagrid fumbled with the teapot, he didn't like where this was going. "Look 'Arry. . ."
"No, hear us out. Malfoy told me that, well, there is a way we can help her. Get her soul back. . ."
"Bloody liar." Hagrid said. But not convincingly enough.
"Hagrid, if there is a way I'll find it. He told us about the Marinachi." Harry said, quietly.
Hagrid stood up, and walked slowly to the window. "You not serious? You know what the Marin'chi is? It's death, 'Arry, it's death." Said Hagrid.
Ron got up, and stood next to Hagrid, staring out onto the deserted field. Deserted, of course, because all the other students were in lessons. There was a group of first years on the far end, receiving their flying lessons from Madame Hooch. Ron watched them wistfully.
"Believe me when I say Hagrid, I wish I was one of them, I really do. But I'm not, I'm Ron Weasley, and my best friend is in trouble. Maybe if I wasn't I could turn my back to her, pretend like everythin' was fine. But I can't, I can't help caring, Hagrid."
"You'll be killed." Hagrid said.
"That's why we want you to come with us."
For a few minutes silence prevailed in the hut, all that could be heard was the distinct thumping of Harry's heart, and Ron's breathing as they waited nervously for the verdict. There was a chance that Hagrid would go mad, and march straight into the school, straight to Dumbledore. They didn't dare look at each, they didn't want to see the hope on the other's face. But this was their last chance, it all rested on the next word from Hagrid's mouth. It tilted on the edge of a knife.
Distant laughter could be heard from the huddle of first years.
"Remember our first flying lesson?" Ron asked.
Harry nodded. "Malfoy stole Neville's Rememberall."
"An' you went to get it, 'Mione threatened to tell McGonagall."
Harry smiled, slightly. It was strange how things had changed since the innocence of first year. The joys of being normal, just having homework and grumpy teachers to deal with. But like Ron had said, they weren't normal, he was Harry Potter.
"I wish. . ."
But Ron didn't need to finish, gloom settled on the silent hut, as the first years continued to zoom on their old school brooms. Hagrid hadn't spoken a word, he seemed deep in thought. Eventually, he turned to the two boys.
He shrugged. "Can't let you go on your own. You'll get yourselves killed."
"You mean you'll help us?" Harry breathed, hardly daring to believe. Hagrid was their last chance.
Hagrid nodded his big head. "We can't 'bandon 'Mione now can we. How we gonna get there though?"
Harry jumped up. "Well, I was kinda hoping you had some dragons, or hippogriffs tucked away in the forest."
"Well, now yer come to mention it. . ."
A/N3 Okay was it worth the wait? Probably not. Please review. Oh and can anyone tell me what happened to Hagrid's half brother at the end of Order of the Phoenix? Thanks for reading.
A/N2 Sorry if this is out of character, I did try and stay true to J K Rowling, but this isn't supposed to be written in her style. This is my style, and my story, with her characters. Constructive criticism is welcomed with open arms. I am at the moment working on rewrites for earlier chapters, so any suggestions are greatly appreciated. Anyway enough rambling and on with the story.
Chapter Thirty Four ~ A Hagrid Helper
Ron shook Harry awake the next morning. "I'm in." He said, quietly.
Harry jumped up, and rubbed his tired eyes. At first he thought he was hearing things, his heart surged with relief. With Ron by his side, there was no way they could fail, well at least the chance of the aforementioned failure was decreased, however slightly.
Harry raised his eyebrows.
Ron nodded, in answer to the unspoken question.
"Then it begins." He said, grabbing his wand from the table.
Harry spent the day showing the book, and repeated to Ron everything Malfoy had said. At the end, a shadowy plan had formed in the boys mind.
"So that's what we'll do."
Ron nodded. There was one problem left, the matter of removing the soul. Harry refused to think about it, he stuffed it to the back of his mind, and tried to ignore it, as it pressed harder. However, Ron couldn't forget something so important. There must be a potion, or something, right?
But no, I mean who would want to remove their soul, on purpose.
"I'm sorry Harry, but I don't understand how we're gonna do it." He said.
"Times like this we really need Hermione." Harry said, with a slight grin.
Ron nodded. "Harry, we need help. We can't do this alone." He muttered. It was a depressing thought. His best friend was trouble, and they couldn't save her. "I think we should go to Dumbledore."
"You said you were in. That's it Ron, you can't go back on it now. Dumbledore won't help us."
"You've changed Harry." Ron said, aggressively.
"Good, because I needed too. Look Ron, if you want something doing you have to do it yourself, you can't rely on no one in this World." Harry replied. "Now I'm going, you can come or you can stay here. Quite frankly, I don't care either way." Harry said. He snapped the book shut, and tossed it onto the table.
"And where are you planning to. . .I know. . .let's talk to Hagrid. . .he'll help us. And besides he's been to the mountains before, he could lead us there."
Harry was silent as though trying to think of a reason not to talk to their friend. Eventually, he nodded.
"Hagrid we need your help." Harry said, simply as the groundskeeper opened the door to his hut. He looked surprised at the sight of Ron and Harry standing on the step.
"Shouldn't ya be in lessons?" He asked, gruffly, stepping aside so they could enter.
Harry shook his head. "We have more important things to be doing. . ."
"Then potions." Ron added.
"Listen Hagrid, we have to help Hermione, we can't just leave her there to die. It wouldn't be right." Harry began.
Hagrid fumbled with the teapot, he didn't like where this was going. "Look 'Arry. . ."
"No, hear us out. Malfoy told me that, well, there is a way we can help her. Get her soul back. . ."
"Bloody liar." Hagrid said. But not convincingly enough.
"Hagrid, if there is a way I'll find it. He told us about the Marinachi." Harry said, quietly.
Hagrid stood up, and walked slowly to the window. "You not serious? You know what the Marin'chi is? It's death, 'Arry, it's death." Said Hagrid.
Ron got up, and stood next to Hagrid, staring out onto the deserted field. Deserted, of course, because all the other students were in lessons. There was a group of first years on the far end, receiving their flying lessons from Madame Hooch. Ron watched them wistfully.
"Believe me when I say Hagrid, I wish I was one of them, I really do. But I'm not, I'm Ron Weasley, and my best friend is in trouble. Maybe if I wasn't I could turn my back to her, pretend like everythin' was fine. But I can't, I can't help caring, Hagrid."
"You'll be killed." Hagrid said.
"That's why we want you to come with us."
For a few minutes silence prevailed in the hut, all that could be heard was the distinct thumping of Harry's heart, and Ron's breathing as they waited nervously for the verdict. There was a chance that Hagrid would go mad, and march straight into the school, straight to Dumbledore. They didn't dare look at each, they didn't want to see the hope on the other's face. But this was their last chance, it all rested on the next word from Hagrid's mouth. It tilted on the edge of a knife.
Distant laughter could be heard from the huddle of first years.
"Remember our first flying lesson?" Ron asked.
Harry nodded. "Malfoy stole Neville's Rememberall."
"An' you went to get it, 'Mione threatened to tell McGonagall."
Harry smiled, slightly. It was strange how things had changed since the innocence of first year. The joys of being normal, just having homework and grumpy teachers to deal with. But like Ron had said, they weren't normal, he was Harry Potter.
"I wish. . ."
But Ron didn't need to finish, gloom settled on the silent hut, as the first years continued to zoom on their old school brooms. Hagrid hadn't spoken a word, he seemed deep in thought. Eventually, he turned to the two boys.
He shrugged. "Can't let you go on your own. You'll get yourselves killed."
"You mean you'll help us?" Harry breathed, hardly daring to believe. Hagrid was their last chance.
Hagrid nodded his big head. "We can't 'bandon 'Mione now can we. How we gonna get there though?"
Harry jumped up. "Well, I was kinda hoping you had some dragons, or hippogriffs tucked away in the forest."
"Well, now yer come to mention it. . ."
A/N3 Okay was it worth the wait? Probably not. Please review. Oh and can anyone tell me what happened to Hagrid's half brother at the end of Order of the Phoenix? Thanks for reading.