The Fatal Enchantment

To Hell With Her

                I discussed about the articles of Hagrid by Rita bimbo Skeeter with Barty. He was always ready to strike up any conversation with me. Meanwhile Tiffany had found some more house elves to help out, more specifically more homeless and shelterless house elves to reside at Vulpecula Villa. She even found a secret which she told only Dumbledore would tell me. I wonder what it is...
"May be she heard what Hagrid told Madame Maxime about being half-breed giant to her, and she overheard it..." he said putting his opinions. I so hate it when he tells the words mudblood and half-breed. It's sick! He sometimes even calls me a half-blood... or half-blood foxy as he prefers to call me... "Or she has an invisibility cloak!"
"Or she has a dirty little secret of hers, which's illegal enough to land her into Askaban" I said as he cringed at the word Askaban, "that she's using to tap out information. And if she is, I am going to find it out."
"Spoken like a true sly and cunning vixen" he smirked. I looked here and there, and waved my yew and rowan wand, shutting the door and locking it up.
"And this vixen," I said. "wants to do this...." I said as I captured his lips with mine. I began to put the pressure more as I demanded more and more from him. and yes, even though I will not admit to him... I admit it to myself... I have fallen unconditionally and irrevocably in love with Bartemius Duncan Crouch Junior. The deatheater, enemy of my brother... the son of Bartemius Crouch Senior and Calypso Crouch nee Yaxley, the grandson of Casper Crouch and Charis Crouch nee Black. The great nephew of my grandmother Dorea Potter nee Black... The third cousin of my father James Charlus Potter and my fourth cousin... His hands slithered around my waist, bringing me closer, as he closed the space that was left between us. My hands snaked around his neck, as one hand went up and grabbed his sandy brown locks of hair, and the other slid down his chest, as I slid it further through his upper waist to his back. He growled as I mewed in his shower of kisses. His tongue licked my lower lips as I opened my mouth and nipped his upper lip. He squirmed slightly as he slid his tongue into my mouth, and growled with pleasure, as the beast in him began to come out... we were kissing each other passionately, when the bell rang for the next class. I separated myself from him, as it was time to teach the seventh years and I had to sit with Roger Davies. We groaned.
"I so hate this bell." He said.
"But I love it" I lied right at his face as he rolled his eyes. I adjusted my clothes and his hair, and ran my wand through mine, making it appear neat and tight in a high ponytail. "Class begins Professor" I said as I went and sat in the front desk.
After a few weeks, I saw Hagrid was avoiding all of us. I had enough, and went to Draco and Crabbe and his gang, in my Crabbe and the others wrote an apology letter and Draco decided to come along. According to him even though he was a filthy half-breed of an oaf, he was a better teacher of the subject than Grubbly-Plank.
"Don't let Wilhemina hear that" I sassed as I teased him.
I went along with Draco as I gave a curt nod at Barty on my way. Draco huffed Professorto him as he went with me. He knew I would mind. I had given them the owl to apologize to Hagrid. I saw all the gang members of Draco come along with Pansy and her hen posse and Draco's lackeys.
"Your detention will be to apologize to Hagrid in front of anyone present there. Clearly and loudly. Is that clear in your heads." I said.
"Yes Professor" they mumbled. We went to Hagrid's hut and found my brother and his sidekick buddy Ronald and his braniac Hermione, banging at the door shouting.
"Great we need to apologize to him in front of the famous Golden Trio" huffed Draco.
"Draco Lucius Malfoy..." I began as he mumbled his apologies.
"Hagrid!" Hermione shouted, pounding on his front door. "Hagrid, that's enough! We know you're in there! Nobody cares if your mum was a giantess, Hagrid! You can't let that foul Skeeter woman do this to you! Hagrid, get out here, you're just being -" The door opened. Hermione said, "About t-!" and then stopped, very suddenly, because she had found herself face-to-face, not with Hagrid, but with Albus Dumbledore.
"Good afternoon," he said pleasantly, smiling down at them.
"We-er-we wanted to see Hagrid," said Hermione in a rather small voice.
"Yes, I surmised as much," said Dumbledore, his eyes twinkling. "Why don't you come in? Ah! I see Miss Potter has come along with the commentators of the article. Please, come in..." at this Harry, Ron and Hermione turned to see us.
"Malfoy!" said Harry.
"What're they doing here? And what's Lexi doing with them?!" said Ron.
"Oh... um... okay," said Hermione. She, Ron, and Harry went into the cabin; Fang launched himself upon Harry the moment he entered, barking madly and trying to lick his ears. Harry fended off Fang and looked around. I and the culprits followed the suit. We all saw Hagrid was sitting at his table, where there were two large mugs of tea. He looked a real mess. His face was blotchy, his eyes swollen, and he had gone to the other extreme where his hair was concerned; far from trying to make it behave, it now looked like a wig of tangled wire.
"Hi, Hagrid," said Harry. Hagrid looked up.
"'Lo," he said in a very hoarse voice.
"More tea, I think," said Dumbledore, closing the door behind Harry, Ron, and Hermione, as I noted Draco and his gang seated on the moth eaten sofa. Meanwhile, Dumbledore was drawing out his wand, and twiddling it; a revolving tea tray appeared in midair along with a plate of cakes. Dumbledore magicked the tray onto the table, and everybody sat down. There was a slight pause, and then Dumbledore said, "Did you by any chance hear what Miss Granger was shouting, Hagrid?" Hermione went slightly pink, but Dumbledore smiled at her and continued, "Hermione, Harry, and Ron still seem to want to know you, judging by the way they were attempting to break down the door."
"Of course we still want to know you!" Harry said, staring at Hagrid. "You don't think anything that Skeeter cow - sorry, Professor," he added quickly, looking at Dumbledore.
"I have gone temporarily deaf and haven't any idea what you said. Harry," said Dumbledore, twiddling his thumbs and staring at the ceiling. Draco and his gang chewed their jaws suppressing their laughter at Harry's choice of words.
"Er-right," said Harry sheepishly. "I just meant-Hagrid, how could you think we'd care what that-woman-wrote about you?" Two fat tears leaked out of Hagrid's beetle-black eyes and fell slowly into his tangled beard.
"Living proof of what I've been telling you, Hagrid," said Dumbledore, still looking carefully up at the ceiling. "I have shown you the letters from the countless parents who remember you from their own days here, telling me in no uncertain terms that if I sacked you, they would have something to say about it -"
"Not all of 'em," said Hagrid hoarsely. "Not all of 'em wan me ter stay."
"Really, Hagrid, if you are holding out for universal popularity, I'm afraid you will be in this cabin for a very long time," said Dumbledore, now peering sternly over his half-moon spectacles. "Not a week has passed since I became headmaster of this school when I haven't had at least one owl complaining about the way I run it. But what should I do? Barricade myself in my study and refuse to talk to anybody?"
"Yeh - yeh're not half-giant!" said Hagrid croakily.
"Hagrid, look what I've got for relatives!" Harry said furiously. "Look at the Dursleys!"
"An excellent point," said Professor Dumbledore. "My own brother, Aberforth, was prosecuted for practicing inappropriate charms on a goat. It was all over the papers, but did Aberforth hide? No, he did not! He held his head high and went about his business as usual! Of course, I'm not entirely sure he can read, so that may not have been bravery..."
"Come back and teach, Hagrid," said Hermione quietly, "please come back, we really miss you."
"Yes Professor" said Draco. "I wanted vengeance on the bird. But I was stupid. I should have listened to you to not insult the bird."
"Hippogriff" I said.
"Yes hippogriff" said Draco.
"Professor we like both the teachers" said Pansy.
"Yes professor," said Draco. "But you're anyday, a better teacher than that new woman teacher" he said as he scoffed at the words new woman teacher.
"Her classes are too serious. There's no fun out there, unlike yours Professor." said Crabbe.
"In short, we are all sorry, especially for our comments." said Draco. His gang nodded their heads saying sorry along with him. Hermione, Harry and Ron were gawking, their jaws dropping on the floor. I smirked along with Dumbledore at this sight.
"To hell with Rita and her articles Hagrid!" I exclaimed. "You know she's a Bimbo who has no life, and is living by spreading rumours. As far as I heard from Severus and Remus, she was a stupid Hufflepuff who spread rumours when she was at Hogwarts, and now she does that through the Daily Prophet for a living. She earns her money that way. She gives the bimbos out there in society a topic to gossip upon apart from the topic 'on dit' in society, different recipes of food and beauty products and beauty pampering and famous stupid hot authors like Gilderoy Lockhart!" Hagrid gulped. More tears leaked out down his cheeks and into his tangled beard.
Dumbledore stood up. "I refuse to accept your resignation, Hagrid, and I expect you back at work on Monday," he said. "You will join me for breakfast at eight-thirty in the Great Hall. No excuses. Good afternoon to you all."Dumbledore left the cabin, pausing only to scratch Fangs ears. When the door had shut behind him, Hagrid began to sob into his dustbin-lid-sized hands.
Hermione kept patting his arm, and at last, Hagrid looked up, his eyes very red indeed, and said, "Great man, Dumbledore... great man..."
"Yeah, he is," said Ron. "Can I have one of these cakes, Hagrid?" The Slytherins and I rolled our eyes. Ron is forever hungry... speak of a glutton.
"Help yerself," said Hagrid, wiping his eyes on the back of his hand. "Ar, he's righ', o' course - yeh're all righ'... I bin stupid... my ol' dad woulda bin ashamed o' the way I've bin behavin'..." More tears leaked out, but he wiped them away more forcefully, and said, "Never shown you a picture of my old dad, have I? Here..." Hagrid got up, went over to his dresser, opened a drawer, and pulled out a picture of a short wizard with Hagrid's crinkled black eyes, beaming as he sat on top of Hagrid's shoulder. Hagrid was a good seven or eight feet tall, judging by the apple tree beside him, but his face was beardless, young, round, and smooth - he looked hardly older than eleven.
"Tha was taken jus' after I got inter Hogwarts," Hagrid croaked. "Dad was dead chuffed... thought I migh' not be a wizard, see, 'cos me mum... well, anyway. 'Course, I never was great shakes at magic, really... but at least he never saw me expelled. Died, see, in me second year..."
"Dumbledore was the one who stuck up for me after Dad went. Got me the gamekeeper job... trusts people, he does. Gives 'em second chances... tha's what sets him apar' from other heads, see. He'll accept anyone at Hogwarts, s'long as they've got the talent. Knows people can turn out okay even if their families weren'... well... all tha' respectable. But some don understand that. There's some who'd always hold it against yeh... there's some who'd even pretend they just had big bones rather than stand up an' say - I am what I am, an' I'm not ashamed. 'Never be ashamed,' my ol' dad used ter say, 'there's some who'll hold it against you, but they're not worth botherin' with.' An' he was right. I've bin an idiot. I'm not botherin' with her no more, I promise yeh that. Big bones... I'll give her big bones." He said.
"Yeah! That's the Professor Hagrid we know!" mumbled the Slytherins. Harry, Ron, and Hermione looked at one another nervously; Harry would rather have taken fifty Blast-Ended Skrewts for a walk than admit to Hagrid that he had overheard him talking to Madame Maxime, but Hagrid was still talking, apparently unaware that he had said anything odd.
"Yeh know wha, Harry?" he said, looking up from the photograph of his father, his eyes very bright, "when I firs' met you, you reminded me o' me a bit. Mum an' Dad gone, an' you was feelin' like yeh wouldn' fit in at Hogwarts, remember? Not sure yeh were really up to it... an' now look at yeh, Harry! School champion!" He looked at Harry for a moment and then said, very seriously, "Yeh know what I'd love Harry? I'd love yeh ter win, I really would. It'd show 'em all... yeh don' have ter be pureblood ter do it." He said as Draco and his gang gulped. "Yeh don have ter be ashamed of what yeh are. It'd show 'em Dumbledore's the one who's got it righ', lettin' anyone in as long as they can do magic. How you doin' with that egg, Harry?"
"Great," said Harry. "Really great." Hagrid's miserable face broke into a wide, watery smile.
"Tha's my boy... you show 'em, Harry, you show 'em. Beat 'em all." He said.
"Your brother's lying isn't he?" whispered Draco as he bent down and sneaked a look at Harry and Hagrid.
"Indeed" I said perfectly mimicking Severus's monotonous voice for them. We excuse ourselves as we marched out of the hut towards the castle. As we neared the castle entrance we all let out peals of laughter which we had been suppressing for so long in the hut.