Dear Harry and Ron,
How about having tea with me this afternoon 'round six? I'll come collect you from the castle. WAIT FOR ME IN THE ENTRANCE HALL; YOU'RE NOT ALLOWED OUT ON YOUR OWN.
Cheers,
Hagrid"He probably wants to hear all about Black!" said Ron.
So at six o'clock that afternoon, Harry and Ron left Gryffindor Tower, passed the security troll sat a run, and headed down to the entrance hall where Hagrid was already waiting for them.
"Hey Hagrid!" said Y/N, "Is it okay if I tag along?"
"'course it is,"
"S'pose you want to hear about Saturday night, do you?"
"I've already heard all abou' it," said Hagrid, opening the front doors and leading them outside
"Oh," said Ron, looking slightly put out.
The first thing they saw on entering Hagrid's cabin was Buckbeak, who was stretched out on top of Hagrid's patchwork quilt, his enormous wings folded tight to his body, enjoying a large plate of dead ferrets. Averting his eyes from this unpleasant sight, Y/N saw a gigantic, hairy brown suit and a very horrible yellow-and-orange tie hanging from the top of Hagrid's wardrobe door.
"What are those for, Hagrid?" said Y/N.
"Buckbeak's case against the Committee fer the Disposal o' Dangerous Creatures," said Hagrid. "This Friday. Him an' me'll be goin' down ter London together. I've booked two beds on the Knight Bus..."
Y/N felt a nasty pang of guilt. He had completely forgotten that Buckbeak's trial was so near,and judging by the uneasy looks on Ron and Harry's faces, they had too. They had also forgotten their promise about helping him prepare Buckbeak's defense; the arrival of Harry's Firebolt had driven it clean out of their minds.
Hagrid poured them tea and offered them a plate of Bath buns.
"I got somethin' ter discuss with you two," said Hagrid, sitting himself between Ron and Harry and looking uncharacteristically serious.
"What?" said Harry.
"Hermione," said Hagrid.
"What about her?" said Ron.
"She's in a righ' state, that's what. She's bin comin' down ter visit me a lot since Chris'mas. Bin feelin' lonely. Firs' yeh weren' talking to her because o' the Firebolt, now yer not talkin' to her because her cat —"
'That's where she's been...'
"– ate Scabbers!" Ron interjected angrily.
"Because her cat acted like all cats do," Hagrid continued doggedly. "She's cried a fair few times, yeh know. Goin' through a rough time at the moment. Bitten off more'n she can chew, if yeh ask me, all the work she's tryin' ter do. Still found time ter help me with Buckbeak's case, mind... She's found some really good stuff fer me... reckon he'll stand a good chance now..."
"Hagrid, we should've helped as well — sorry — " Harry began awkwardly.
"I'm not blamin' yeh!" said Hagrid, waving Harry's apology aside. "Gawd knows yeh've had enough ter be getting' on with. I've seen yeh practicin' Quidditch ev'ry hour o' the day an' night— but I gotta tell yeh, I thought you two'd value yer friend more'n broomsticks or rats. Tha's all."
Harry and Ron exchanged uncomfortable looks.
"Really upset, she was, when Black nearly stabbed yeh, Ron. She's got her heart in the right place, Hermione has, an' you two not talkin' to her —"
"If she'd just get rid of that cat, I'd speak to her again!" Ron said angrily. "But she's still sticking up for it! It's a maniac, and she won't hear a word against it!"
"To be fair, it is her cat, Ron." said Y/N.
"Don't you take her side!"
"We don't even know for sure if he ate Scabbers, right Hagrid?"
"Ah, well, people can be a bit stupid abou' their pets," said Hagrid wisely. Behind him, Buckbeak spat a few ferret bones onto Hagrid's pillow.
They spent the rest of their visit discussing Gryffindor's improved chances for the Quidditch Cup. At nine o'clock, Hagrid walked them back up to the castle.
A large group of people was bunched around the bulletin board when they returned to the common room.
"Hogsmeade, next weekend!" said Ron, craning over the heads to read the new notice. "What d'you reckon?" he added quietly to Harry as they went to sit down.
"Well, Filch hasn't done anything about the passage into Honeydukes... " Harry said, even more quietly.
"Harry!" said a voice in Harry's right ear. Y/N jumped and looked around at Hermione, who was sitting at the table right behind them and clearing a space in the wall of books that had been hiding her.
"Harry, if you go into Hogsmeade again... I'll tell Professor McGonagall about that map!" said Hermione.
"Can you hear someone talking, Harry?" growled Ron, not looking at Hermione.
"Yes, we can, Ron." said Y/N. "And she'd be doing the right thing."
"Ron, how can you let him go with you? After what Sirius Black nearly did to you! I mean it, I'll tell —"
"So now you're trying to get Harry expelled!" said Ron furiously. "Haven't you done enough damage this year?"
Y/N was stunned.
Hermione opened her mouth to respond, but with a soft hiss, Crookshanks leapt onto her lap. Hermione took one frightened look at the expression on Ron's face, gathered up Crookshanks, and hurried away toward the girls' dormitories.
"I've got half a mind to go to McGonagall myself," said Y/N. "Sirius Black is nearby, he's made that painfully clear, and Hogsmeade is one hundred times more dangerous know than it was during our first visit."
"So how about it?" Ron said to Harry as though Y/N wasn't there either. "Come on, last time we went you didn't see anything. You haven't even been inside Zonko's yet!"
"I wouldn't miss it."
"I'll let you come, but you've got to bring your Invisibility Cloak." Y/N relinquished.
"Fine by me." beamed Harry.
~~~
On Saturday morning, Y/N watched over Harry as he packed his Invisibility Cloak in his bag, slipped the Marauder's Map into his pocket, and went down to breakfast with everyone else. Hermione kept shooting suspicious looks down the table at Harry.
"Bye!" Harry called to Ron and Y/N. "See you when you get back!"
"Could he make it any more obvious?" Y/N facepalmed.
Wanted to get something out, it's been far too long and I'm back in the writing mood! New chapter should be up soon! ~ Kai
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