All Earth's Children characters belong to Jean Auel. All Harry Potter Characters belong to JK Rowling. I just wrote this for fun, not profit.
the attack
The woman set herself to gathering some of the edible plants, storing them carefully in a soft hide bag she carried with her. She was glad she had something to carry the food in, because she hadn't brought any of her collecting baskets with her, and didn't even know how one would bring things here. She had arrived with only the clothes on her back.
She was nearly finished collecting food when she heard a branch crack and turned around to see some creature approaching her. She had never seen anything like it, but it looked dangerous and much bigger than she. She screamed as it lunched towards her and she picked up the nearest heavy object.
Rubeus Hagrid was walking through the Forbidden Forest early in the afternoon on a sunny fall day. He would patrol the area near his hut, looking for any unusual activity, making sure his favorite creatures were safe and happy. He was heading back towards the hut when he heard a young girl's scream and an animal roar. On alert, he ran towards the source of the noise. Perhaps one of the students had foolishly wandered into the Forest, although it was forbidden by school rules. Well, whoever it was had a serious problem now, and if he didn't get there on time, they might be sending back the remains in a glass jar.
He arrived on the scene to see a red haired girl (Ginny?) swing an enormous tree branch at his favorite hippogriff and smack it squarely on the head. The hippogriff reared back in pain, then went to lunge at the girl again. She was swinging the branch again, when Hagrid yelled, "Buckbeak, here boy," and ran forward, waving some food towards the hippogriff to catch its attention, then threw it in a direction away from the girl.
The woman thought she was destined to stay in the spirit world forever when the creature reared back a second time. Her first blow had been nothing more than a lucky chance. She was a little stronger than most of the girls her age, but this creature was twice as big as she was. She swung the tree branch back again and was getting ready to give her best shot when she heard a man's voice yelling. Through her terror and the noise of the animal, she wasn't sure what he had said, but she turned her head. It was the Mamut Caller.
She watched, shaking, as he lured the animal away. When the creature was safely out of sight, the man turned towards her again, and was talking again. Now she was certain she didn't understand the language. It was not Mamutoi or even Sharamudoi. It didn't matter. She needed help, and he was the first human she had seen. Besides, she was a grown woman now, and was she not the daughter of Nezzie, mate of the headman? She took a deep breath, wiped her hands on her tunic and walked toward him, smiling broadly.
Taking his hands in hers, she said, "I, Latie of the Mamutoi, of the Lion Hearth of the Lion Camp, daughter of Nezzie, mate of the headman Talut, brother of Tulie, greet you."
When he turned to look at her after Buckbeak ran off, he realized that she was not one of the students. She was also quite young, no more than a teenager, and she was dressed in a beaded leather tunic and leather leggings. Even her shoes (if you could call them that) were of leather. When she walked towards him he could see that her red hair was done in a dizzying design of braids and whatnot and she was wearing a necklace made of the teeth of a great cat.
What struck him the most peculiar was that despite being attacked by the enormous hippogriff, she had not panicked. She must be accustomed to dangerous animals, he thought. Why had he not seen her before? She couldn't be living alone, she was too young. She must have parents around somewhere. He started to wonder just how old she was when she strode to him confidently, took his hands, then started speaking a string of unintelligeable words, and maintained eye contact. Most of the students were well-mannered enough, but they did not seek out the company of the teachers, especially in this confident, oddly adult manner.
"Hullo, do you speak English?" He asked, doubtfully.
The girl grinned again, let go one of his hands and tapped her chest. "Latie...Latie"
"Hagrid," he responded. "Call me Hagrid."