Someone for Hagrid.

            Disclaimer.  None but one of the characters in this story belong to me.  All others belong to J.K. Rowling.

            A N.  Would like to thank the reviewer who reviewed me with the wonders of your words.  Yeah, Leena survived, and she is doing well.  And for those who are reviewing me off the record, yes, I will describe Leena for you.  You'll all be able to see her as I do.

            Summary.  Having spent the last twenty years in Azkaban, Leena is out for freedom, and has met Dumbledore.  He seems to have a gift uncommon in many other people.  The gift of mind reading.  Leena has not quite noticed this yet, and takes what he says with a grain of salt, thinking that since he is just Dumbledore, he is given credit for his intellect and startling answers, butt it is now, that the truth must be considered, and Leena's mind must be sorted, for new horizons await her.

            As I have been prompted, here is Chapter three.  Read, and have a blast!

            Chapter Three.  An Awkward Hagrid.

            Hagrid sat in his cabin, his hands held silently in front of him, as he read again and again, the paper he'd been staring at for the past three hours.  Written in small, golden handwriting, were the words Hagrid had feared would come.  Leena Michaels had been found, and as he stared at the paper, Hagrid again felt his heart drop.  Leena, the love of his life, had been found, as he had feared, and Now he knew she would be killed, or worse, kissed by the Dementors.  Hagrid couldn't imagine how Leena would be tortured, nor could he imagine how her death might be.  He knew well, that Leena's death could be nothing but awful, and as he sat, with his head in his hands, Hagrid felt tears trickle silently down his cheeks once more.

            The late night was silent, as Leena's picture moved, and when at last Hagrid had wiped the tears from his eyes, he laid the picture upon the table, and removed his robes, laying in his big bed, and closing his eyes as he pulled the covers to his chin.  Just as he was ready to drift off to sleep, however, a knock sounded on his door, and Hagrid opened his eyes slowly, reluctant to move from his bed, even to answer the door, and allow his company entrance.  He did not have to decide, however, for the door opened of its own accord, and a tall, disheveled figure stepped nimbly into the room.  Hagrid could not see who had entered his home at first, but as the figure moved to the bed; Hagrid saw that it was Dumbledore, his eyes twinkling brilliantly, and his face smiling happily.

            "Professor Dumbledore!  What brings ye out here this late at night?  Ye'll catch yer bit o' cold out here!"  Hagrid said, sitting up startled.

            "Hagrid, would you mind taking a stroll with me to my office?  There's someone here to see us, and I think you should be present."  Dumbledore said, his eyes twinkling to a deep, sky blue behind his spectacles.

            "What on Earth would a visitor be here for in this weather?" Hagrid asked, as he stood, and dressed quickly, to follow Dumbledore out of the cabin, and to his office.

            "These are strange circumstances, Hagrid.  Believe me; it would not be wise to bring our visitor here.  And Hagrid, mind you not to tell anyone about our company?  It might raise suspicions." Dumbledore said, as he walked ahead of Hagrid from the cabin, and prepared to walk up the snowy grounds toward the castle.

            "Anything, Professor!" Hagrid said, as he followed the headmaster up the grounds.

            Dumbledore was silent, as they entered Hogwarts castle, and as Hagrid followed him thru the halls, and up the stairs, to the gargoyles that guarded the office of the Headmaster, Dumbledore looked up, and his eyes twinkled as he gave the password to get thru the door, and to the winding staircase.  As the stairs began to turn, winding upward, Dumbledore was again silent, and when at last the office door came into sight, his smile broadened, and his eyes twinkled more brilliantly than ever.

            "Professor, I've forgotten my umbrella." Hagrid said, his face looking with worry at the professor, as he stared ahead.

            "My dear Hagrid, you will not need your umbrella at this time.  It will be safe inside your cabin for the time being." Dumbledore said, as he reached to the knob.

            All was silent, as Hagrid followed Professor Dumbledore into the office, and only when the door was closed and sealed, did Dumbledore light his wand, and look about the darkened room.  Upon his desk, lay a book, as though left there in someone's hurry to leave, and a chair lay on it's back, the legs stuck out like four separate creatures, as though it had been thrown over on someone's way out.  Still smiling, Dumbledore righted the chair, and marked the book with a thin ribbon he'd conjured from his wand, before closing it, and laying it gently aside.

            "My friend, it is safe to come out now.  It is only Rubeus Hagrid I bring tonight." Dumbledore said, his voice loud and clear.

            Hagrid looked about expectantly, and saw, moving slowly from beneath Professor Dumbledore's desk, a small, frightened-looking shadow, covered in a large, black cloak.  As he watched, the figure stood, and from beneath the cloak, appeared a tall, thin woman, her blonde hair hanging to her knees, and her haunted blue eyes searching the room with frightened but expectant glances.  The woman's face was shadowed and wrinkled slightly, from years spent in Azkaban, and Hagrid could tell she was afraid of all things about her, and that she felt inside, that nothing was ever going to be right again.  It was as Hagrid felt this, that sudden realization came to him, and he stared, dumbfounded, at the woman who now stood before him.

            "Leena?" He asked, hardly able to believe what his eyes were seeing.

            "Hagrid?" the woman asked, as she stared at him with her blue eyes.

            "I thought ye were in Azkaban!  The paper said they found ye!" Hagrid said, shocked at all he was seeing.

            "Oh, Hagrid, don't mention there!  I beg you, don't?  I can't handle the thought of it!" Leena said, as her eyes filled with tears.

            Hagrid looked startled for a moment, then, abandoning all cordiality, he ran to her, and held his Leena in his arms, for the first time in twenty years, as he hugged her close.  Her body shook slightly with the sobs she was releasing, and as Hagrid held her in his arms, he again felt the beating of his heart, and he knew he was lost to her, even if she could never love him, as he'd always loved her.

            "I'll not mention it to you again, Leena.  That is a promise." Hagrid said, as his eyes looked gently into hers.

            Leena nodded, and stepped back, and as she did so, Hagrid allowed himself to gaze upon her, taking in all her features like a hungry beast, and holding them inside, never to let go of that precious moment, as long as he lived.  Just the memory of her had kept Hagrid hoping for years that she would return, and as she now had, he allowed himself a moment to drink in the beauty he'd fallen in love with so long ago.

            Leena was tall, with long, straight blonde hair that hung to her knees, and eyes of emerald blue, partly hidden behind long, delicate eyelashes, and beneath bushy brows which perfectly suited her round face.  Her skin, which was a pale white from it's time in Azkaban was gaining back it's color slowly, and her high, beautiful forehead and cheekbones stuck slightly out, from the years she'd spent without smiling or laughing.  Small, laugh wrinkles set themselves around her delicate mouth, and her body, which held itself in a graceful, ballerina-like manner, curved gently as she stood in front of him.  She looked sweet and innocent, standing there in front of Hagrid, and it was as he looked into her emerald blue eyes, that he fell in love with Leena Michaels all over again.

            "Hagrid, are you hearing what I am saying?" Dumbledore asked, as he brought Hagrid back to reality.

            "Er, would ye mind speaking again, Professor?  My mind did a bit o' wandering, it did." Hagrid answered, as he tried to take his eyes from those of Leena's.

            "I wonder, Hagrid.  Perhaps you'd like a moment?" Professor Dumbledore asked, his eyes twinkling behind his half-moon spectacles.

            "Er, no, Professor.  I'm fine."  Hagrid said, as he stared at the ground.

            Understanding crossed Professor Dumbledore's face, and he smiled at Hagrid, before he continued to speak, informing Hagrid that he would be in charge of Leena's being kept a secret.  Hagrid looked awestruck, and when it was told to Hagrid that Leena would need to stay in his cabin, his eyes took on a distant, intent look, as he wondered what this would mean.  Leena staying in his cabin could be either a good thing, or it could be a bad thing, and just now, Hagrid saw this as a bad thing, considering in his mind, the love he held in his heart for Leena.

            "Would you kindly escort Leena to your cabin, Hagrid---with your permission, of course.  This would mean a certain Ron, Harry and Hermione will need to remain secluded from your haven."  Dumbledore said, as he smiled again at Hagrid.

            "Er, 'course, professor.  Leena's welcome in my little cabin."  Hagrid said, as he smiled at the woman beside him.

            "I knew as much, Hagrid.  You are kindhearted, and I know you have much love in heart for all.  Go home now, and to the two of you, goodnight."  Dumbledore said, as he seated himself behind his desk.

            Leena and Hagrid bade the headmaster goodnight, and as they walked from the room, Leena adorned the cloak once again, and her body disappeared completely from Hagrid's view.  Assuming that what Leena now wore was an invisibility cloak, Hagrid payed the fact no heed, and walked on, and soon came to the double oak doors which led him outside. 

            Slowly, Hagrid led the way down the hillside to his cabin, hearing the occasional footstep in the deep snow.  His heart was jumping madly about inside of his chest, and when at last he reached the cabin, Hagrid opened the door, and led the way inside.  Leena's cloak fell from her shoulders as the door closed behind them, she caught Hagrid's eye, then looked away, unsure as to how she must now look at him.

            "Well, welcome to my humble haven." Hagrid said, as he placed his mole-skin coat on a hook beside the fire, to dry the snow away.

            "Thank you so much for letting me stay with you, Hagrid.  I can sleep on the ground." Leena said, as she sat nimbly upon the floor.

            "No need." Hagrid said, as he lifted the umbrella, and pointed it to the ground, where a bed suddenly appeared.

            "How did you do that, Hagrid?" Leena asked, as she stared at the bed.

            "Doesn't matter.  Besides, I can't tell ye.  Ye should get some sleep though.  Dumbledore'll be wanting a word in the morrow, and ye look tired, ye do."  Hagrid said, as he pulled down the covers, to give her easier access to the bed beneath them.

            Smiling, Leena sat in the bed, then she lay back, and pulled the covers up to her chin, not bothering to close the curtains around it.  Hagrid, not wishing to disturb the moment, snuggled back into his own bed, and pulled back up his blankets, ready for a long night's rest.

            Hagrid could not sleep, however, and as the night progressed, he found himself opening his eyes, glancing again and again at Leena's sleeping form, and his heart did a sort of flip-flop, until he could finally close his eyes, and attempt to keep his heart from crashing in on him.  Hagrid had missed Leena, and as he gazed upon her, she stirred restlessly in her sleep, and finally was still, as she found that night's comfortable position, and was able to rest peacefully.  Only then, did Hagrid close his eyes at last, and as the sun began to rise, Hagrid fell into his sleep, resting fully for the first time in twenty years.