Present Mixed in the Past

Chapter 57| Fragile Giant

Hagrid was making his way to his hut when the Headmaster appeared. Appearing by himself and harmless in his overly bright clothes that made him stand out against any and all crowds. Yet, this defenselessness made the half giant uneasy.

"Hello, Professor..." He murmured, bowing his head in submission.

He had been doing his best for the past several years to not be caught by him. Especially after he looked more into everything. The man was far worse than Voldemort ever appeared. At least with that bastard you knew what you were getting, with Dumbledore it was all masks. Masks and compulsions.

"Hagrid, my boy, I would like to speak with you in my office. Nothing so terrible, I swear!" The old man laughed, as if he made a joke. The once-student didn't get it. "Come, it is a private matter."

The broad man shifted nervously, sweat beginning to form on his rough skin. He knew it would be strange if he were to deny it. In the past he was nothing but blindly obedient. Still, he felt that following this man would be a terrible thing to do.

"Sorry, Professor. I got a new creature comin' in! Gotta get goin' or the handlers could hurt 'em." He gave a large smile, the same one he always gives when he just ordered a new dangerous creature.

Dumbledore's face fell a little. The twinkling in his eyes looking more cruel and calculating. Hagrid made sure not to look him in the eyes directly. Severus was very firm on that.

"Hagrid." His name sounded like poison, making him hunch even more to appear smaller. "With me, please."

The words were an order. A warning that the half giant wasn't sure to make of. So, he only mutely nodded, following the Headmaster to his office.

The walk was quick, the Headmaster making vast strides that caused his robes to billow in a similar fashion to Snape's. To the outside, it probably would look silly, maybe gain a chuckle or two. Except it vaguely reminded Hagrid of a very common saying about nature: if it doesn't care to hide, then it's not safe.

It wasn't long before they were in his office. Ginny, Ron, and Molly were all waiting. Ron stared at Hagrid in a way that unnerved him. It probably was his white eye. It didn't feel natural. Almost peering into his soul.

"Now, Hagrid, please sit." Dumbledore motioned to the chair in front of his desk.

The half giant swallowed thickly.

"Really, Professor, I shoulda get goin'... Me creature should be here soon."

"Sit."

The lumbering man sat heavily in the enchanted chair. His heart was racing and he felt disgustingly sweaty. He wanted to leave, but he couldn't.

The greyed man smiled at him, but it felt like a monkey's smile. A threat, a warning, or all above. Hagrid could barely breathe.

"I know that you went somewhere. But for the life of me, I can't think of where." That smile grew as the tall man tensed with wide eyes. "I didn't tell you to go anywhere. And you have been gone for some hours now too."

"Professor, I-"

"Silencio. Immobulus" It was a simple flick of the wand that silenced any lie the kind man could've come up with, along with stilling all his movements. Then a cruel smirk took hold of the room. The Headmaster raised his wand once more, eyes twinkling. "Legilimens."

The feeling of someone riffling through his memories felt painful, forcing him to relive most of them. He tried to focus on some of them, almost to trap them. He wasn't successful. He then tried to push the intruder out, but that didn't work either. Not till Dumbledore had everything.

The three Weasleys watched as their Professor-- their god-- slump back into his chair. He gazed dimly at the roof of the room for several silent minutes, beginning to worry the red-heads. Then he gave a tired chuckle, rubbing a hand to his face.

"They're gods."

The trio of Weasleys paused before Ron scooted forward.

"I knew my Angel was special." He gave his sister a vicious grin.

She glared at him briefly before also scooting forward. Eager to know more.

"Well, my Kitten is also special. No wonder she's a powerful and clever Muggleborn." She huffed, nose in the air.

Molly smiled proudly at her children before frowning and looking at Dumbledore.

"Professor... What are they the gods of?" She worried, just briefly, that they were bad Gods.

This worry was quelled when he smiled at her.

"Harry Potter is the God of Life," he looks to Ron with a smirk. "You can get him pregnant." Ron puffed his chest up, his lips twisted in a sick grin. He then turned to Ginny. "And Hermione is the Goddess of Knowledge. It seems she had the Creature inheritance of an Owl." He hummed.

Ginny and Ron sighed happily, relaxing back into their chairs. They looked to be daydreaming of being with their precious Gods. Then they frowned, as did Molly, who had held a proud look. Her children had chosen very successful and powerful people to love after all.

"And the others?" Her eyes narrowed.

Dumbledore shook his head.

"The only ones worth saving are Harry, Hermione and Neville. The poor boy is the God of Plants, he is much to soft for what the twins would do to him. If only Dowager Longbottom could be the proper mother he might need."

"The twins? What are my other sons?" The red haired mother wrinkled her nose, non motherly thoughts roaming her mind.

"Chaos. Your sons are Gods of Chaos." She gasped in horror. "And Luna is the Goddess of the Shadows and Unseen things." Ginny growled, narrowing her eyes.

"What of that disgusting snake? What is Malfoy?" There was only hatred in the boy's voice. His eyes glimmered with rage and a promise of killing.

"Death. Draco Malfoy is the God of Death."  Dumbledore shook his head in mock sorrow. "His entire family line have been chosen as that horribleness."

There was no fear as the Weasleys sneered. No they didn't wish for immortality, but they quickly came to the wrong conclusion.  They believe that Draco would hide away Harry, keep him imprisoned somewhere and let the world wither. Of course the Pureblood is possessive of his Emerald Life, but he never would chain him. Not when it's his life and energy that drew the proud dragon in.

"How are we going to save them? They're surrounded by other gods. And they're gods themselves!" Ginny threw her hands into the air.

"But we must save them!" Molly hissed, her eyes holding a motherly sad look to them. "Just think of all the lies they must've spilled. Poor Neville... You are right, Dumbledore, Lady Longbottom isn't a fit mother for him. And the others!" She gave a huffed with so many emotions within it, it is difficult to describe.

Still, all of this made the mad wizard gleeful. They were so eagerly walking into his trap. Now he understood, now he can fix them.

"Do not fret. For I have many solutions to these problems." Their attention was solely on him. "First we must get them close to us."

"The school year!" Ron suddenly shouted. He was glared at by the other reds. "It will be easier to save them and unbrainwash them during the school year! We can beg them to forgive our silliness and then save them when their guard is down!"

Dumbledore nodded, genuinely liking the plan.

"But what about containing them?" Ginny raised an eyebrow.

"Yes." Blue eyes looked to the grey man. "I know of chains that can not only contain God's, but also hide them from their sights."

They say forward and he inwardly grinned. He was still in charge. He will become a God of the world, maybe then he'll be happy. For now, he will scheme. Though he does have a giant to get rid of. Eh, he'll just obliviate the moment. It shouldn't be that hard.