CHAPTER 3

"Chocolate Frog." Hagrid said and the gargoyle sprung open and the two half-giants walked up the stairs to the headmistress' office. Though Dumbledore had died, McGonnagal hadn't the heart to change the sweet-related passwords.

McGonnagal was at her desk, sitting in front of the twins, their faces like babies but looked like 5-year-old's in size, with an uncomfortable and distressed look on her face as she hopelessly tried to stop them crying.

"Ah, Minerva, thank-you for minding ze boys. I 'ope they weren't too much trouble?"

"Not at all," she replied, a forced smile on her face and backed away from the squealing twins as fast as she could and muttered "Scourgify" and a large pile of vomit disappeared from her robes.

Olympe picked up boys and they instantly ceased crying. They waved their fat fists, narrowly missing the candleabra hanging from the ceiling as their mother's height easily allowed them to reach it.

"Would you like to hold them?"

Hagrid choked back tears and he took one of them in his hands tenderly.

He rocked it and it was the first time he fell in love at first sight since Norberta.

"Ze twin you are holding is Roberto. And thees eez," nodding towards the one in her arms, "Eez Frederic."

"Ar, beautiful names," Hagrid nodded robustly and continued to stare avidly at his son.

Feeling like she was intruding on something private, Proffessor McGonnagal slipped out of her office quietly, unnoticed by the family of four.

Suddenly, Olympe felt quite sick. She groaned and clutched her stomach.

"Are yeh all righ'?" Hagrid enquired, concerned.

"Yes, yes..." Olympe gasped and staggered over to the chair McGonnagal had just vacated. "Oh, now eet eez better." She sighed and sank back in her chair.

"Mama, sa va?" Frederic touched her green face with his fist. Hagrid beamed at him, even though he had know idea what his son had just said.

Olympe kissed her son's hand, "Oui...oui, mon enfant."

She looked up at Hagrid and now that it looked like he had completly forgiven her, she decided to tell him about the other thing she had come to discuss.

Hagrid was alarmed when Olympe started sobbing hysterically into Frederic's tuft of black curly hair.

"Olympe, wa's wrong?"

"Oh, Hagreed! Eet eez so hard, i can't handle it anymore!"

"Can't handle what?" Hagrid gingerly patted her shoulder.

"M-muzzerhood! I am tired all ze time and ven they cry i just want to STUPIFY THEM! I'm a 'orribly muzzer!" She cried louder than ever.

"Bu-but yeh are! From what I've seen anyway..."

"Vell, yes today I'm ok but usually..." She shuddered. "That eez why i came...could you take one of them for a leetly while?"

Hagrid face was blank with shock.

"I just need a month to myself and i vill be fine."

"Well yeh, i can mind them 'til September but...i dunno if i'll be able to mind him and do my job."

"Oui, eh, yes! Thank-you, i just need time alone for a leetle beet. And my friend said she'll mind one off the boys but she can't mind two...she's geeting quite old...ANYVAY zat vould be great, i vill write ven i come back from my holiday." She rambled on, and Hagrid watched her wondrously, thinking that this was not the Olympe he knew and loved.

At dusk, he walked Madame Maxine to Hogsmeade.

"Goodbye Hagreed. And you, my petite, Roberto," she nuzzled into his face. He started crying, and Olympe moaned and massaged her forehead.

"Ah i long for my holiday!"

And then she turned on the spot, Frederic in her arms, and with a loud crack she was gone.