Comfort
Disclamer: These characters are not mine. I make no money.
This is slash fiction, so if you are offended, turn back now.

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A soft scrabbling was heard at Hagrid's door. As he lumbered towards the sound, Fang could be heard whimpering as quietly as a dog of that size could. Upon the creak of the hinges, a haggard looking, shaggy black dog entered the room. Hagrid, given to seeing this site fairly regularly, closed the door and
sank back onto his chair by the fireplace. The black dog whined at his ankles before he picked him up and set him up on his lap.

I know, I know, little un. It'll be all righ'. Just settle yerself on down here.

As the fire burned down to embers, the two sat there in silence, slowly succumbing to sleep.