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Hagrid

Hagrid stood in the middle of the field of giant pumpkins, his umbrella wand spraying out water like a hose. He stood out like a great cactus of brown fabrics and curly brown hair against the last rays of daylight.

Harry walked closer to him, Hagrids whistling of a drinking song or other, getting clearer the closer he got.

“Oh, hullo Harry, almost did n see ya there” Hagrid said.

“Hey Hagrid”

“I was, I was just wondering how Buckbeak’s doing?” Harry said weakly.

Hagrid stopped the Aguamenti spell, and looked out into the forest.

“They are just like us you know, smart fellers. They don’t like to be tied up, and feel lonely just like ors”

He looked down at Harry

“But they are also strong, and proud.” Hagrid nodded.

“He still eats what I give him, and fights against the leash and even though he tries to peck me, when he looks in ma eyes, he knows I want the best fur him” Hagrid smiled sadly.

“But, But do you think he’ll go free?” Harry uttered a bit too quickly.

There was silence for a time, Hagrid muttering the Aguamenti spell again and spraying the pumpkins, the squeaking of water on leaves the only sound.

“I will do my best, and if that’s not enough, I’ll bury him and cry for him.”

He looked down at Harry again.

“But I know he’d want me to be happy, and he’d want his friends to be happy, so I’d try to live a life I could be proud of, like he is of himself.”

“Give something back ye know, like I’m doing now, taking care of the others griffs, teaching about misunderstood creatures”

Harry nodded, looking at the ground.

“And I think that’s enough” Hagrid sighed.

Harry felt Hagrid’s big hand on his shoulder and felt a little bit warmer in the cold October air.