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CHAPTER 1

Fang was asleep on the rug, slobbering more than usual on a hairy rug, Grawp was happy up in his cave, Voldemort was gone for good, Harry, Hermione and Ron were safe and the world had turned back to normal and Hagrid had got his home back. Yes, Hagrid was a very happy wizard.

He had just made a groove in his comfy chair when he heard three knocks on the large, wooden door.

He groaned and heaved himself off the chair and trudged over to the door and swung it open.

He had prepared to see Harry, Ron and Hermione on his doorstep but his mouth fell open when he saw who it was.

"Olympe?" he asked disbelievingly, not believing who was standing on his doorstep. But there was no mistaking the statuesque, elegantly dreesed woman, the only person Hagrid had ever known to be the same height as he.

"Yes, I-I hope eet eez ok tha I came?" Olympe said, sounding not at all like her usual self but extremely anxious and nervous.

"Of course! Si' down, si' down," Hagrei motioned his dustbin hands at the chairs surrounding his table, beaming all the while.

She sat down, twiddled her sausage-size thumbs and cleared her throat.

Hagrid who had been bubbling with conversation fell silent and now watched her intently, taking in her ragged appearence and worried expression.

"Yo-you remember ze night, a a couple of years ago? Up in ze m-mountains?" she started, stumbling over her words, obviously extremely nervous.

"'Course," Hagid said softly, hoping to make Olympe feel more at ease.

But, if anything, this made her look even more wretched and her large shoulders hunched over.

"Vell, ven I got home, ze M-may afser zat, I-I.." She forced herself to look into Hagrids kind beetle eyes and blurted out the last bit. "I had twins. I, ve haf two sons."

After reassuring Hagrid for the dozenth time, Olympe heard him ask a question which she had desperately hoped he wouldn't ask.

"Why didn't yeh tell me before?" Hagrid looked hurt and angry.

"I wanted to! I deed. But...every time i picked up ze quill i was just...lost for words.." she began, sounding quite lost for words herself. "And i did not want to come here as i thought it would be too dangerous with He Who Must Not Be Named. But now zat eet eez safe i...am here." She finished rather lamely.

"Yeh didn't know how to write 'you have twin sons'?" he asked incredousbly, getting red in the face.

Olympe flinched. She knew this was how he was going to react but that didn't make it any easier to hear what a coward she'd been.

"TWO YEARS, YEH HAD! TWO YEARS! AND AFTER ALL THAT TIME, YOU STILL COULDN'T PICK UP A QUILL TO WRITE TO ME!"

For the first time in Olymoe's life she looked small as she shrank back in her chair. But as headmistress of the finest School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (in her opinion) and had French blood running through her veins she cocked her chin and said definantly,

"I haf explained myself as well as i could and i am sorry. So forgive me and ve can move on or you can mope about zis for ze rest of my stay."

Hagrid glared at her for a few seconds more than he gave out a brief and grudging smile.

"Ar, yer still the same ol' fiery Olympe i see."

They smiled at each other and walked, arm in arm, up to the Entrance Hall of Hogwarts.