Chapter 3
In the first eight weeks Fang knew nothing of love. Now that he was in his ninth, he knew nothing but love.
His trust in Hagrid hadn't proved in vain.
The giant was kind to Fang and had never hurt him and never would and Fang knew it.
He was healing fast now and enjoyed living in the hut a lot.
When he had lived with his old master he had been left outside most night in the freezing cold.
But that hadn't been the worst thing.
Flashback
Four week old Fang sat outside in the cold and felt his tiny heart breaking. Running down the path as fast as his short legs would carry him he reached his goal.
Liking the face of the elder boarhound he tried to rouse his mother. But nothing worked.
Fresh blood was flowing down from her ear.
After a while Fang was forced to accept his fate.
She had died, just like his siblings. He was alone in the world.
End flashback
Moaning at the memory Fang felt two large hands seize him and lift him high in to the air.
"S'alright Fang I'm here boy," said Hagrid.
Just then there was a knock on the cabin door and five regular visitors came in.
Peter, James, Sirius, Remus and lily had kept very up to speed about the puppy's condition.
It seemed to like lily and Sirius the best.
Sirius played with him a lot while lily gave him lots of cuddles.
"Hey fang," said the red head taking the puppy.
"How's he doing?" said Sirius rufferling Fangs fur.
"He's getting bigger isn't he?" said James.
"Yeah, by the day!" said Hagrid proudly.
Fang bark happily at the sound of his voice.
"His getting better isn't he?"
"Yer he is." said Hagrid with love in his eyes.