Ashes of a phoenix

Disclaimer still in place. Many thanks to reviewers. This is gonna be a short chapter.

A depression hung over Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. Hagrid's death had hit everyone hard. Even the Slytherins had refrained from making any nasty comments. They all knew that Dumbledore was on the edge. He blamed himself for sending Hagrid to seek help from his giant relatives. " But they were his own family" he kept saying. Harry knew just how he felt. If any of his family came seeking him he'd never refuse them much less kill them, not even the Dursleys. He, Ron, and Hermione were sticking together tighter than ever. Noone else understood how deeply they missed Hagrid. They also knew they could never tell anyone about Hagrid's last request. They had yet to find Hagrid's brother and when they did he would have to be hidden. Even Dumbledore hated giants now. But any thing Hagrid left behind was precious to the wizards now and they knew that they'd give their life to defend him now. They just hoped they wouldn't have to. Last night they had snuck out the tower in Harry's invisibility cloak. They had found several large footprints and felled trees and an enormous patch of turf pulled from the ground as if it were a blanket. They had had to leave in time to get back to school before classes but they were sure they would find him tonight.

Sorry for the short chapter but can't think of more right now.