Note: Okay, now it might be a while before I put up another chapter, so I
thought I'd just leave you with one more teaser before I take a small
break. This one is in a different point of view, not Harry's or Draco's,
but Hagrid's. I apologize in advance for any eras in Hagrid's speech, it is
awfully difficult to write.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything you recognize. I do own Zell however. J.K Rowling is a champ and whilst I do wish to be a writer I am not her and like I said don't own anything you recognize.
.... Righto so here it is ... Please enjoy .... And be patient I will get around to the next few chapters soon but it might be a few day's I need a chance to catch up on assignments... in the meantime here is chapter 11 with more teasers for you...... enjoy......
The Malfoy's Big Secret!!
Chapter 11!!
Hagrid was constantly looking over his shoulder to make sure that the small boy was still there. He had only been in care of the boy for less than ten minutes and he had already lost him twice. Just after he had left Draco Malfoy he had been walking along the shops and the next minute when he turned around his delivery had disappeared. Luckily he hadn't gotten far; he had stopped to talk to an old witch who had stated that he was the cutest thing she had ever seen and offered him a lolly. Hagrid had just got him away from her when again he turned around and, again, he was gone. He had been a lot harder to find that time and Hagrid had gotten worried, he finally found him - his nose was pressed against the window of the Quality Quidditch Supplies shop and he was staring at the broomstick that lay there - the firebolt.
Hagrid turned his head again and noted that the boy was still there. He knew already that he had made a big mistake agreeing to deliver him to Professor Snape. Dumbledore would not be pleased. But Hagrid couldn't have refused the boy - not because it was Malfoy who asked, he would never do any favor for the Malfoy's if he could help it - no, he did it because it was sort of like getting a dragon, or a three headed dog or any other dangerous creature. You didn't know what to expect, there was bound to be danger involved and they were always interesting and fun. Of course he knew that humans and magical creatures were two different things but it just seemed such a thrill excepting the young Malfoy's request - sort of like getting Fluffy, or Norbert all over again.
Again Hagrid looked over his shoulder. The boy was still there, but he was becoming distracted. Hagrid didn't need to ask the boy who he was, Arthur Weasley had already told him about the Malfoy's second child. The boy looked so familiar to Hagrid, he was almost certain he'd seen him before, or at least someone who looked like him. He had seen Mrs. Malfoy, only once before, and he knew that he had the same coloured hair and the same shaped face as his mother. His hair was very messy though, a trait he knew that none of the Malfoy's shared and his skin was lightly tanned and freckly, very different from the Malfoy's pale skin.
Hagrid stopped walking and turned around to face the boy. He didn't want to loose him again and he could tell that the boy was on the verge of running off somewhere. The boy hadn't spoken a word yet and seemed absolutely fascinated with Hagrid. The small boy flung his head back as far as it would go, so that he could look right up at Hagrid. Hagrid noticed for the first time the boy's eyes. They were so familiar, he knew that he had seen them before, in fact the boy almost reminded him of someone, but whom? It was than that Hagrid finally believed what Arthur had told him. When Arthur had first said that the Malfoy's other son wasn't Lucius' child Hagrid couldn't believe it, the Malfoy's were so perfect - but now that he was looking right at the boy, he knew the truth. Arthur was right, he wasn't a Malfoy, but then what was he?
'I've got some things I've gotta get done,' Hagrid told the boy, 'Shouldn' take to long. Try not ter get lost will yeh. Jus' follow me and yeh should be fine.'
The boy looked up at Hagrid; eye's wide open and mouth gapping. Hagrid was a little intimidated. He looked down at the tiny boy, and realized just how tiny he really was. Hagrid had dealt with the first years every year, and he thought they were small. This boy was an ant compared to them.
When the boy just kept starring, Hagrid decided to take his silence to mean that he would follow and be good. But to his great surprise the boy spoke to him. His voice was high pitched - it had been a long time since Hagrid had been around a child - and his pronunciation of some words wasn't that great. But it took Hagrid a back to here his small voice.
'Are you a giant?' he asked, eyes widening slightly in fascination.
Hagrid stood up taller - he had slouched over slightly to listen to what the boy had been saying. He hadn't been around many children in his lifetime, but if he was right about this boy being much younger than his first years than he knew for certain he couldn't be very bright, no small child was. He decided to play this to his advantage.
'S'matter o' fact, I am. Well on'y half-giant, but its 'bout the same,' he said still at his full height and looking down at the boy.
The child swung his neck back even further as he spoke, so as to take in Hagrid's new full height. 'Father say's that giants are really vicious and stupid creatures,' he said, looking a little confused.
'Oh, he did, did he,' Hagrid said, frowning slightly. Trust Malfoy to say something like that, teaching a child such rubbish was extremely low, in Hagrid's opinion.
'And my brother said that they eat people if they come to close to them.' Even though all these things must have been running through the boy's tiny brain, he still didn't appear too scared, but perhaps Hagrid could still play it to his advantage.
'Not if they come to close,' Hagrid said correcting the boy, 'On'y if someone really annoys them, then they usually attack.'
The small boy's eyes widened again and his mouth fell open as well. 'So, if yeh don' mind, I'd like fer yeh to stay close and don' go wanderin' off, okay.' Hagrid had him now. The boy would do what he was told for sure; for fear that he might get eaten. Hagrid chuckled despite himself; this was just like having a magical creature.
'By the way, what's yer name?' Hagrid asked, knowing very well that if he was going to look after the boy that he would have to know his name.
'Zell,' the little boy squealed happily, it was almost as though no one had ever asked him that question before, than Hagrid remembered and thought to himself that the small boy probably hadn't been asked that before.
'Zell, is it . Very well, an' how old are yeh?'
'Six,' he squealed rather happily again.
'SIX!' Hagrid shouted in disbelief. He knew that the boy was small but he never imagined that he would be that young, why, he was only a baby.
Hagrid nodded his great bushy head and signaled for the boy to follow. He tried walking slow so as not to make Zell too tired, but no matter how slow he seemed to walk the boy was always jogging beside him, desperately trying to keep up.
Zell jogged obediently behind Hagrid, his eyes wandering less and less now. After Hagrid had visited Gringott's to get some money for himself he went to several stores to buy all sorts of supplies that he was running short of. Food for his dog Fang, a couple of books on Care of Magical Creatures, lots of sweets for later and a couple of odd coloured liquids were just a few of the things that the bags in his spade like hands were carrying. As Zell had been behaving so well, whilst Hagrid bought all these things, he rewarded the boy with a large chunk of treacle fudge that he had bought for himself. He regretted it immediately afterwards as he watched the boy get the sticky treat all over his hands and clothes.
When Lunch time came around he bought Zell something to eat and was pleased when he saw that the boy couldn't eat his entire giant hamburger, because that meant that Hagrid got to finish it off. Hagrid enjoyed telling the boy many of his old jokes, because even though they were horrible jokes the small boy was highly amused and was in stitches half the time.
Hagrid continued to buy all his things until the sky started to darken slightly. Outside the shelter of the many shops it was still teaming down with rain. He could hear Zell puffing loudly from somewhere below his waistline, and deciding that it was probably time to leave, he made his way over to The Leaky Cauldron. Inside he brought himself a fire whisky and shouted Zell a pumpkin juice. Hagrid exchanged a couple of stories with Zell regarding Norbert, Fluffy and the other dragons at the Tri-Wizard tournament. Zell was a wonderful audience, laughing the whole time and moving to the very end of his seat in shock when Hagrid told him about his run in with the giants. He knew his trip to visit the giants was supposed to be a secret but he left out all the things regarding the order and Voldamort.
'So, how come yeh gotta go stay with Snape,' Hagrid asked, curiosity finally getting the better of him. 'What's wrong with yer place?'
'I don't know,' Zell said shrugging. 'My mum's really busy at the moment and father doesn't want me there.
Hagrid's heart fell. How could Lucius not want the boy, he was hardly any trouble; he didn't eat much, he didn't take up much room and he certainly didn't cause that much trouble, once you threatened him a bit.
Hagrid continued his talk with Zell until both of them had finished their drinks. Then Hagrid helped Zell put his backpack on his back again, waved to the bartender and left the shop.
If possible it was now raining even more than it had when they had first entered the bar. All the eye could see was rain, every image in the distance was just a large dark blur and every sound was muffled due to the noise it made on the roof.
'Guess I best be taken' yeh to Professor Snape now,' Hagrid said looking slightly disappointed. He had enjoyed Zell's company a great deal - it wasn't every day he met someone who would listen to his stories with such interest, and laugh at his jokes with such enjoyment. Harry, Ron and Hermione always did, but as it was the holidays and he wasn't strictly allowed at the Order's hideout, he couldn't see them all that often.
Zell nodded and followed Hagrid as he walked out into the rain and left for Grimmauld Place. He knew that Snape wouldn't be at his own house. He rarely was, he was either out helping Dumbledore or with the Order - if he wasn't there at the moment, than he would wait there for him. Hagrid knew that no one was to know the whereabouts' of the Order of the Phoenix, but Zell was only a baby, he wouldn't tell anyone, he wouldn't even know that it was supposed to be a secret.
With that last thought Hagrid got on the train, leaving for the village that was closest to his destination, and took his seat. Zell sat beside him, smelling strongly of treacle fudge and looking extremely wet. Hagrid watched as he shivered slightly and then took off his huge coat and placed it around the boy. Zell grinned at him from beneath his drenched hair and Hagrid's giant coat, his eyes showing nothing but affection. It was then, with a sudden shock, that Hagrid realized who it was that the boy reminded him of.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything you recognize. I do own Zell however. J.K Rowling is a champ and whilst I do wish to be a writer I am not her and like I said don't own anything you recognize.
.... Righto so here it is ... Please enjoy .... And be patient I will get around to the next few chapters soon but it might be a few day's I need a chance to catch up on assignments... in the meantime here is chapter 11 with more teasers for you...... enjoy......
The Malfoy's Big Secret!!
Chapter 11!!
Hagrid was constantly looking over his shoulder to make sure that the small boy was still there. He had only been in care of the boy for less than ten minutes and he had already lost him twice. Just after he had left Draco Malfoy he had been walking along the shops and the next minute when he turned around his delivery had disappeared. Luckily he hadn't gotten far; he had stopped to talk to an old witch who had stated that he was the cutest thing she had ever seen and offered him a lolly. Hagrid had just got him away from her when again he turned around and, again, he was gone. He had been a lot harder to find that time and Hagrid had gotten worried, he finally found him - his nose was pressed against the window of the Quality Quidditch Supplies shop and he was staring at the broomstick that lay there - the firebolt.
Hagrid turned his head again and noted that the boy was still there. He knew already that he had made a big mistake agreeing to deliver him to Professor Snape. Dumbledore would not be pleased. But Hagrid couldn't have refused the boy - not because it was Malfoy who asked, he would never do any favor for the Malfoy's if he could help it - no, he did it because it was sort of like getting a dragon, or a three headed dog or any other dangerous creature. You didn't know what to expect, there was bound to be danger involved and they were always interesting and fun. Of course he knew that humans and magical creatures were two different things but it just seemed such a thrill excepting the young Malfoy's request - sort of like getting Fluffy, or Norbert all over again.
Again Hagrid looked over his shoulder. The boy was still there, but he was becoming distracted. Hagrid didn't need to ask the boy who he was, Arthur Weasley had already told him about the Malfoy's second child. The boy looked so familiar to Hagrid, he was almost certain he'd seen him before, or at least someone who looked like him. He had seen Mrs. Malfoy, only once before, and he knew that he had the same coloured hair and the same shaped face as his mother. His hair was very messy though, a trait he knew that none of the Malfoy's shared and his skin was lightly tanned and freckly, very different from the Malfoy's pale skin.
Hagrid stopped walking and turned around to face the boy. He didn't want to loose him again and he could tell that the boy was on the verge of running off somewhere. The boy hadn't spoken a word yet and seemed absolutely fascinated with Hagrid. The small boy flung his head back as far as it would go, so that he could look right up at Hagrid. Hagrid noticed for the first time the boy's eyes. They were so familiar, he knew that he had seen them before, in fact the boy almost reminded him of someone, but whom? It was than that Hagrid finally believed what Arthur had told him. When Arthur had first said that the Malfoy's other son wasn't Lucius' child Hagrid couldn't believe it, the Malfoy's were so perfect - but now that he was looking right at the boy, he knew the truth. Arthur was right, he wasn't a Malfoy, but then what was he?
'I've got some things I've gotta get done,' Hagrid told the boy, 'Shouldn' take to long. Try not ter get lost will yeh. Jus' follow me and yeh should be fine.'
The boy looked up at Hagrid; eye's wide open and mouth gapping. Hagrid was a little intimidated. He looked down at the tiny boy, and realized just how tiny he really was. Hagrid had dealt with the first years every year, and he thought they were small. This boy was an ant compared to them.
When the boy just kept starring, Hagrid decided to take his silence to mean that he would follow and be good. But to his great surprise the boy spoke to him. His voice was high pitched - it had been a long time since Hagrid had been around a child - and his pronunciation of some words wasn't that great. But it took Hagrid a back to here his small voice.
'Are you a giant?' he asked, eyes widening slightly in fascination.
Hagrid stood up taller - he had slouched over slightly to listen to what the boy had been saying. He hadn't been around many children in his lifetime, but if he was right about this boy being much younger than his first years than he knew for certain he couldn't be very bright, no small child was. He decided to play this to his advantage.
'S'matter o' fact, I am. Well on'y half-giant, but its 'bout the same,' he said still at his full height and looking down at the boy.
The child swung his neck back even further as he spoke, so as to take in Hagrid's new full height. 'Father say's that giants are really vicious and stupid creatures,' he said, looking a little confused.
'Oh, he did, did he,' Hagrid said, frowning slightly. Trust Malfoy to say something like that, teaching a child such rubbish was extremely low, in Hagrid's opinion.
'And my brother said that they eat people if they come to close to them.' Even though all these things must have been running through the boy's tiny brain, he still didn't appear too scared, but perhaps Hagrid could still play it to his advantage.
'Not if they come to close,' Hagrid said correcting the boy, 'On'y if someone really annoys them, then they usually attack.'
The small boy's eyes widened again and his mouth fell open as well. 'So, if yeh don' mind, I'd like fer yeh to stay close and don' go wanderin' off, okay.' Hagrid had him now. The boy would do what he was told for sure; for fear that he might get eaten. Hagrid chuckled despite himself; this was just like having a magical creature.
'By the way, what's yer name?' Hagrid asked, knowing very well that if he was going to look after the boy that he would have to know his name.
'Zell,' the little boy squealed happily, it was almost as though no one had ever asked him that question before, than Hagrid remembered and thought to himself that the small boy probably hadn't been asked that before.
'Zell, is it . Very well, an' how old are yeh?'
'Six,' he squealed rather happily again.
'SIX!' Hagrid shouted in disbelief. He knew that the boy was small but he never imagined that he would be that young, why, he was only a baby.
Hagrid nodded his great bushy head and signaled for the boy to follow. He tried walking slow so as not to make Zell too tired, but no matter how slow he seemed to walk the boy was always jogging beside him, desperately trying to keep up.
Zell jogged obediently behind Hagrid, his eyes wandering less and less now. After Hagrid had visited Gringott's to get some money for himself he went to several stores to buy all sorts of supplies that he was running short of. Food for his dog Fang, a couple of books on Care of Magical Creatures, lots of sweets for later and a couple of odd coloured liquids were just a few of the things that the bags in his spade like hands were carrying. As Zell had been behaving so well, whilst Hagrid bought all these things, he rewarded the boy with a large chunk of treacle fudge that he had bought for himself. He regretted it immediately afterwards as he watched the boy get the sticky treat all over his hands and clothes.
When Lunch time came around he bought Zell something to eat and was pleased when he saw that the boy couldn't eat his entire giant hamburger, because that meant that Hagrid got to finish it off. Hagrid enjoyed telling the boy many of his old jokes, because even though they were horrible jokes the small boy was highly amused and was in stitches half the time.
Hagrid continued to buy all his things until the sky started to darken slightly. Outside the shelter of the many shops it was still teaming down with rain. He could hear Zell puffing loudly from somewhere below his waistline, and deciding that it was probably time to leave, he made his way over to The Leaky Cauldron. Inside he brought himself a fire whisky and shouted Zell a pumpkin juice. Hagrid exchanged a couple of stories with Zell regarding Norbert, Fluffy and the other dragons at the Tri-Wizard tournament. Zell was a wonderful audience, laughing the whole time and moving to the very end of his seat in shock when Hagrid told him about his run in with the giants. He knew his trip to visit the giants was supposed to be a secret but he left out all the things regarding the order and Voldamort.
'So, how come yeh gotta go stay with Snape,' Hagrid asked, curiosity finally getting the better of him. 'What's wrong with yer place?'
'I don't know,' Zell said shrugging. 'My mum's really busy at the moment and father doesn't want me there.
Hagrid's heart fell. How could Lucius not want the boy, he was hardly any trouble; he didn't eat much, he didn't take up much room and he certainly didn't cause that much trouble, once you threatened him a bit.
Hagrid continued his talk with Zell until both of them had finished their drinks. Then Hagrid helped Zell put his backpack on his back again, waved to the bartender and left the shop.
If possible it was now raining even more than it had when they had first entered the bar. All the eye could see was rain, every image in the distance was just a large dark blur and every sound was muffled due to the noise it made on the roof.
'Guess I best be taken' yeh to Professor Snape now,' Hagrid said looking slightly disappointed. He had enjoyed Zell's company a great deal - it wasn't every day he met someone who would listen to his stories with such interest, and laugh at his jokes with such enjoyment. Harry, Ron and Hermione always did, but as it was the holidays and he wasn't strictly allowed at the Order's hideout, he couldn't see them all that often.
Zell nodded and followed Hagrid as he walked out into the rain and left for Grimmauld Place. He knew that Snape wouldn't be at his own house. He rarely was, he was either out helping Dumbledore or with the Order - if he wasn't there at the moment, than he would wait there for him. Hagrid knew that no one was to know the whereabouts' of the Order of the Phoenix, but Zell was only a baby, he wouldn't tell anyone, he wouldn't even know that it was supposed to be a secret.
With that last thought Hagrid got on the train, leaving for the village that was closest to his destination, and took his seat. Zell sat beside him, smelling strongly of treacle fudge and looking extremely wet. Hagrid watched as he shivered slightly and then took off his huge coat and placed it around the boy. Zell grinned at him from beneath his drenched hair and Hagrid's giant coat, his eyes showing nothing but affection. It was then, with a sudden shock, that Hagrid realized who it was that the boy reminded him of.