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Authors Note: Thank you very Much for the reviews. I think this shall be…ummm. HAGRIDS SECTION! Review my lovelies, now I must write!
Chapter 5: All gonna change now, innit?
Hagrid sat in the dingy room of number twelve grimmauld place with Buckbeak near his side. Tears ran down his red, puffy face and were lost in his beard. He was drunk; a bottle of firewiskey in his large hands was drained down to the last drop. This wasn't a happy-drunkenness though; this was one of pure misery.
"A'ight Buckbeak?"
Beaky looked up at him sadly. He seemed to know something was wrong. The knowing look in his eyes made Hagrid sadder.
"Beaky…" he trailed off purposelessly.
Ah, Dumbledore…greatest wizard o' all time…now yer gone…dunno what I'll do… I suppose I'll wither up and die…know ya wouldn't like that tho'…I guess I'll just try to survive.
Beaky looked up at Hagrid again. He put his head on his lap, much as fang normally did. But much less slobbery Hagrid noted.
Arrgh, Dumbledore. Me house is gone, now you're gone…what'll become of Hogwarts? It's me home! I really hope McGonagall doesn't shut it down. Where'll I go? I can't live here forever…
He remembered his old home. He'd been there as long as he could remember. He smiled fondly at being able to teach. Finally, he could do something helpful and worthwhile! And all because of Dumbledore (and Harry of course!). He hoped they could repair his hut. Ah well. I can rebuild it. I built the first one meself…ah I remember…right after I was expelled…Dumbledore was so proud…very few of his students coulda made that hut without magic, or at least he said.
I'm gonna miss ya Dumbledore. I'll keep tryin' to make ye proud though!
"it's all gonna change from now on, innit beaky?
Authors note:I'd like to apologize for misspellings, I was just trying to mimic Hagrids way of speaking and all…REVIEW pretty please!