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The night was dark and stormy. Lightning forked through the sky, the sounds of thunder rolling through the dark clouds and the rain pounding down on the school grounds and on the roof of a small hut that stood on the edge of a forest.
Inside lived an overly large man by the name of Hagrid. He had bushy brown hair and beard, black beetle eyes and was wearing a coat made from the hides of different creatures. He sat in an armchair by the fire with his boarhound, Fang.
Both were enjoying a quiet evening at home, when Fangs ears pricked up and he ran to the door. He began to sniff, scratch and whimper.
"Wan' ter go out d' ya?" Hagrid asked the dog, who began to wag his tail slowly.
Hagrid went to a cupboard and pulled out what looked like a tent and draped it about his shoulders. He picked up his crossbow and lit up a lamp before opening the door.
Fang bolted out with a bark and ran towards the forest. Hagrid stepped out of his house and closed the door, wrapping the tent like thing around him he followed Fang. The wind blew hard and fast pelting rain hit his face like needles.
Hagrid listened for fang, instead, he heard the cry of a baby. With a few good strides he found Fang at a tree, and the source of the wailing came from the base. Hagrid looked around and saw no one.
"Any one lose a baby?" he cries to the dark night.
Bending down he picks the baby up and takes it back to his hut. Fang trotting alongside him, now calm.
Hagrid dries the baby and wraps it in a blanket, taking a seat by the fire he holds the baby closer to him. Fang sits by his feet and makes no sound, staring up at the bundle in Hagrids arms.
Hagrid looks down at the baby, and his face glows with joy.
Though, this is no normal baby, its skin is gray and warty. It is bald and has a strange smell that Hagrid couldn't place. Still…
"Ain't you beautiful," Hagrid coos, eyes glazing over as he stares at the baby. "Go' ta give ya a name 'eh." Hagrid holds the baby up and thinks. "Kris. Used ta 'ave a friend called Kris."
Then he cradled it close to him till the baby fell asleep in his arms.
The next morning Harry, Ron and Hermione went by to visit Hagrid as they did every Saturday morning. Before they knocked on the door, they could smell something funny and they could hear the cry of a baby.
"That sounds like some ugly baby," Ron said, holding his nose and waving his hand in front of his face. "And I bet that's where the smell is coming from."
"I know that smell," Hermione said, frowning with concentration. "But from where?"
They knocked on the door and heard Hagrid yell, "Come in."
Slowly they opened the door and entered the smelly room almost reluctantly, taking seats beside Hagrid at the scrubbed wooden table.
Looking around for the source of the crying and smell, they soon realised that it was coming from Hagrids bed.
Hagrid stood up and went over to the bed. He picked up a bundle of blankets and the crying stopped.
"Would ya hold Kris for a moment," Hagrid said, passing the bundle to Hermione. He went about the room getting a teapot and teacups, setting them up on the table.
Hermione let curiosity get the better of her, she moved the blanket away from the babies face. A strong wave of unspeakable stink wafted from under the blanket and Hermione quickly replaced it without even seeing its face.
Hagrid filled the cups and handed them around before taking the bundle from Hermione and sitting down.
"Meet Kris," Hagrid said, pulling the blanket from the face of the baby. The stench wafted around the room.
Both Harry and Ron pulled their robes over their faces to ward off the smell.
Hermione's face went pale; she had just been holding IT!
Harry and Ron held back a laugh.
"Um, Hagrid," Ron said, choking back a laugh. "That's a troll."
Hagrids beetle black eyes looked over at Ron dumbly.
"That… is… a… troll," Ron said slowly. "T - R - O - L - L!"
"This baby…" Hagrid said, eyes glazing over, "…is mine."
Hermione got up quickly and left Hagrids house as fast as possible, followed shortly after by Harry and Ron.