Safe House

Twenty Seven

I sat on the sofa patiently as Ron, Harry and Hermione all ran up to their dorms to fetch things so we could visit Hagrid.

Hermione was the last to come down, wearing her scarf and gloves once again, but she was also wearing a knitted hat.

"Well, it's cold out there!" She defended herself when Ron clicked his tongue at her.

"So how are we going to get to the hut?" I asked the three

"Well, with this" Harry grinned, holding the Marauders map Fred and George gave him two years ago, instead of me or Ron, and what I'm guessing was his invisible cloak.

"and how do you expect all four of us to fit under that?" I asked

"With positive thinking" Ron said.

With Ron being a fucking giant, he had to crouch low just so we were all barely covered, it was a tight fit.

It took forever just to get down the stairs as we had to take small steps and paused every time we heard a sound.

"Harry" I whispered

"Yeah?" He whispered back

"Please move your hand" I said

"Wha- oh, right, yeah sorry" He said, but didn't even move

"Harry, stop touching my sister" Ron whispered.

"Yep, yep, sorry, tight space." he muttered.

The only person we had seen was Nearly Headless Nick, the Gryffindor House ghost, who was humming a song that was very familiar to Weasley is Our King.

We had finally reached outside, and my god, it was bloody freezing.

The squares of Hagrids hut were lit up and there was a coiling from the chimney.

We rushed excitedly to the hut, Harry ahead of us.

When we reached the wooden door, Harry knocked on the door three times.

Fang the bourhound barked at the noise from inside.

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

"Shoulda known!" Hagrids gruff voice said.

We all grinned excitedly, hearing Hagrid after so long.

"Bin home three seconds ... out the way, Fang ... out the way, yeh dozy dog ..."

The bolt on the door was pulled back and the door creaked, Hagrids head popped through the gap in the door.

Hermione screamed and I gasped loudly.

"Merlin's beard, keep it down!" Hagrid said loudly. "Under that Cloak, are yeh? Well, get in, get in!"

"Sorry, Hagrid!" Hermione and I said at the same time as we squeezed past the half giant and into his hut and pulled off the cloak.

"I just - oh, Hagrid!" Hermione said.

"It's nuthin, It's nuthin!" Hagrid said, quickly shutting the door and closing the curtains.

Hagrids hair was matted with blood and his left eye was was a puffy slit hidden in a mass of purple and black. He had many cuts on his face and hands, god, he looked worse then Malfoy, Pansy and I combined after all the fights.

He was moving weird so I wouldn't be surprised if he told us he had broken a bone or something.

"What happened to you?" Harry demanded, Fang was bouncing around happily, trying to lick my face.