Harry Potter and Percy Jackson half-blood heroes (Book 5)

Chapter 12

Harry sprinted up to the boys' dormitory to fetch the Invisibility Cloak and the Marauder's Map from his trunk; he wasso quick that he, Percy, and Ron were ready to leave at least five minutes before Hermione hurried back down from the girls' dormitories, wearing a scarf, gloves, and one of her own knobbly elf hats. 

"Well, it's cold out there!" she said defensively, as Ron clicked histongue impatiently. 

They crept through the portrait hole and covered themselveshastily in the cloak — Ron and Percy had grown so much both boys now needed tocrouch to prevent his feet showing — then, moving slowly and cautiously, they proceeded down the many staircases, pausing at intervalsto check the map for signs of Filch or Mrs. Norris. They were lucky;they saw nobody but Nearly Headless Nick, who was gliding alongabsentmindedly humming something that sounded suspiciously like"Weasley Is Our King." They crept across the entrance hall and thenout into the silent, snowy grounds. 

Percy saw little golden squares of light ahead and smoke coiling upfrom Hagrid's chimney. Harry set off at a quick march, the other three jostling and bumping along behind him, and they crunched excitedlythrough the thickening snow until at last, they reached the woodenfront door; when Harry raised his fist and knocked three times, a dogstarted barking frantically inside.  

"Hagrid, it's us!" Harry called through the keyhole. 

"Shoulda known!" said a gruff voice. 

They beamed at one another under the cloak; they could tell thatHagrid's voice was pleased. "Bin home three seconds . . . Out the way,Fang . . . Out the way, yeh dozy dog . . ." 

The bolt was drawn back, the door creaked open, and Hagrid'shead appeared in the gap. 

Hermione screamed and Percy swore

"Merlin's beard, keep it down!" said Hagrid hastily, staring wildlyover their heads. "Under that cloak, are yeh? Well, get in, get in!" 

"I'm sorry!" Hermione gasped, as the three of them squeezed pastHagrid into the house and pulled the cloak off themselves so he couldsee them. "I just — oh, Hagrid !" 

"It's nuthin', it's nuthin'!" said Hagrid hastily, shutting the doorbehind them and hurrying to close all the curtains, but Hermione and Percy continued to gaze up at him in horror. 

Hagrid's hair was matted with congealed blood, and his left eye hadbeen reduced to a puffy slit amid a mass of purple-and-black bruises.There were many cuts on his face and hands, some of them still bleeding, and he was moving gingerly, which Percy suspected were brokenribs and to their horror, he was limping

"What happened to you?" Harry demanded while Fang dancedaround them all, trying to lick their faces. 

"Told yeh, nuthin'," said Hagrid firmly. "Want a cuppa?"

"Hagrid that is definitely 'nuthin' even to a half-giant." Percy retorted

"I'm tellin' yeh, I'm fine," said Hagrid, straightening up and turning to beam at them all, but wincing. "Blimey, it's good ter see youthree again — had good summers, did yeh?" 

"Hagrid, you've been attacked!" said Ron.

 "Fer the las' time, it's nuthin'!" said Hagrid firmly. 

"Would you say it was nothing if one of us turned up with a poundof mince instead of a face?" Ron demanded. 

"You ought to go and see Madam Pomfrey, Hagrid," said Hermione anxiously. "Some of those cuts look nasty."

"I think I brought some potions," said Percy checking his robes. "Might have some."

 "Its fine. I'm dealin' with it, all righ'?" said Hagrid repressively.