A/N: Blllleaargh! Short chapter! But, really, there wasn't much to include in this, so that's pretty much why. Oh yes, to the reviewer who mentioned; there weren't any fur coats because I didn't really think that coats would be kept in a cabinet. Duuuh.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe. I just got bored and fused them together.

Suddenly, Ginny remembered her manners.

"Good morning." she said in her rarely-used polite voice.

"G'mornin'." said the Giant. "Er, did you jus' come through tha' cabinet?"

"Yes." said Ginny.

"From where?" asked the Giant.

"The spare room in Professor Dumbledore's house." Ginny answered. She thought she saw a glint of recognition in the Giant's eyes, but the next second she thought she must have imagined it, when the Giant asked;

"An', er, are you a muggle?"

"A what?"

"A muggle. Someone tha' can't do magic."

"I'm not sure." replied Ginny. "I've never tried."

"Righ'" said the Giant. "Well, I'm Hagrid."

"Pleased to meet you. I'm Ginny."

"Righ'" said Hagrid again.

"Erm, I don't suppose you could tell me where I am?" asked Ginny.

"Hogwarts."

"Hogwarts?" asked Ginny disbelievingly. She'd heard some odd names in her time, Dumbledore being one of them, but Hogwarts?

"Hogwarts School o' Witchcraft an' Wizardry." said Hagrid. "Or, a' least, it used to be." He added sadly.

"This forest is a school?"

"Not th' forest. These are jus' th' school grounds."

"Oh, right."

"Would you like ter come fer tea with me?" asked Hagrid suddenly.

"Rather!" said Ginny. She liked Hagrid, and was very hungry.

She followed Hagrid, who seemed to know the way well, out of the dark forest. The sight of what she saw made Ginny gasp. Sloping lawns of lush green grass led down to a large lake. The surface of it was still as glass and reflected the castle towering over it. The castle itself was amazing. It looked hundreds, even thousands, of years old, and there was something magical about it.

"Is that… a school?" asked Ginny.

"Yeah, tha's Hogwarts." said Hagrid proudly.

To Ginny's disappointment, Hagrid didn't lead her inside the castle, but to a small hut just outside of the forest. It seemed to be Hagrid's home, as he brought her inside. As soon as she stepped through the door, something wet and warm met her face. Ginny laughed, it tickled.

"Back, Fang. Back." said Hagrid. The wet thing stopped raking her face, and Ginny saw that it was a black boarhound.

Hagrid's hut was one room. There were hams and pheasants hanging from the ceiling, and there was a bed with a patchwork quilt in the corner. There was a small table in the middle, with teacups and books such as Men Who Love Dragons Too Much and Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them placed upon it. Some may not have thought of it as a pleasant home, but Ginny found it cosy.

Hagrid put the kettle on, and not long after he gave her a cup of hot tea, whilst he sipped out of a tankard. He also gave her a rock cake, but it was so hard that Ginny couldn't bite into it. She wondered if Hagrid had used real rocks to make it.

Apart from the rock cakes, it was a wonderful tea. Hagrid told her stories of Hogwarts, and of his family, and the giant spiders in the forest. He told her of dragons, and how he had always wanted one, and the Ministry of Magic, and the famous Merlin.

Soon enough, Ginny realised that the others must be getting worried about her.

"Oh, Hagrid. I'm very sorry to stop you, but I must get back home. My brother and his friends will be getting very anxious."

"Righ'," said Hagrid distractedly. Then, unexpectedly, his bottom lip quivered. And before Ginny knew it, he was howling.

"Hagrid? What's is the matter?" asked Ginny, as Hagrid placed his head in his hands. "Do you want a cup of tea? Mum reckons it calms you down."

"Hagrid?" she said again, shaking his gigantic arm. "Please stop crying. Tell me what's wrong."

But Hagrid merely cried harder, so loudly that the pheasants on the roof shook.

"Hagrid!" Ginny yelled with a bite of impatience. "Stop! What on earth are you crying about?" Hagrid looked up. His eyes were red with tears.

"I'm cryin' because I have ter do summit I don' want ter do." he sobbed.

"What?"

"Well, You-Know-Who has-"

"Who's You-Know-Who?"

"He's the Dark Lord. His name's… V-Voldemort. An' he's ordered me ter capture anyone if I ever saw them come outta the vanishing cabinet."

"What?" asked Ginny, leaping to her feet. "But you won't, will you Hagrid?"

"If I don'," sobbed Hagrid. "He'll find ou'. And he'll kill me, an' Grawpy." Ginny didn't even ask who "Grawpy" was.

"But you can't, Hagrid. You're not a bad person. Please let me go." she pleaded. Hagrid stared at her for a second, then;

"O' course. Yer right."

"Thankyou, Hagrid." said Ginny. "I'll find my own way back, so that you don't get seen and into trouble."

Hagrid sniffed and grinned weakly.

"Yeh won' be able ter find yer own way back." He said. "I'll take yer." And so, Ginny and Hagrid made their way back to the cabinet.

"Bye, Hagrid." said Ginny. "I hope you won't get into any trouble for letting me go."

"Ar, I'll be fine." said Hagrid. He waved farewell, and Ginny ran straight back through the cabinet.

She emerged again in cabinet in the spare room. She could hear voices from out in the passageway as she pushed open the door.

"I'm here! I'm here!" she called. "I've come back! I'm alright!"

A/N: Aw. Isn't Hagrid cute? I think so. JKR better not kill him! That would be evil! Yes… review!