warm hearts | draco malfoy

one.

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On a chilly evening, Rubeus ventured out to inspect the surroundings, ensuring the safety of any magical creatures. This was the night following his delivery of Harry Potter to his new guardians. The young boy was now living with unpleasant individuals, while Hagrid was still grappling with his sorrow following the loss of Lily and James.

He wandered through the misty forest in a daze until a piercing scream brought him back to reality. The wail of a newborn resonated through the trees, prompting Rubeus to seek out its origin hurriedly. He questioned whether he was imagining things, but to his astonishment, he discovered a baby.

The baby screamed and cried. Hagrid noticed the little baby was turning blue from the cold and scooped them up. He pushed the baby in his jacket and returned to his hut.

Rubeus set the fire and sat down, cradling the baby. The little one slowed down her cries, her body warming up. Hagrid held the tiny baby close and patted her gently, worried not to hurt her.

His voice sang the first lullaby song that came to his head, and the baby fell asleep. Only the sound of little deep breaths was heard from the baby.

The color of her face once changed from a bluish hue to a warm pink, and her body gradually regained warmth, no longer feeling like an ice cube. Rubeus gazed at the baby for a long moment, taking in her long eyelashes and fair complexion.

She was a beautiful baby girl. He had no idea someone would leave her in the cold, dark forest. When he looked at her, his heart pounded at the thought of something else finding her.

At that moment, he wanted to protect this little girl. He tried to keep her until at least her mother or father came to look for her.

He let the baby sleep in a basket he had in his pantry, covering it with blankets for her. He then put the baby next to his bed. He fell asleep, comforted by the baby's soft snoring.

Hagrid woke up, knowing he would have to ask Dumbledore if he could keep the little girl. He was still determining what the headmaster would say. Rubeus had only asked about pets and creatures to keep, never babies.

Dumbledore agreed to let him care for her until a parent arrived. Both men expected a parent to come back for the perfect little witch.

The months passed, and soon enough, Rubeus Hagrid was given a new name: Dad.

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She spent every spare moment in the kitchen with the house elves. She started as a kid, watching them cook. She observed the elves sitting on a stool and peering at them as they rushed around the kitchen.

The elves then started to teach her. Evie repeated their movements, tasted the food, and offered her opinions on the flavor. It was in that kitchen that Evie found her passion.

She was a cook for Hogwarts—well, not officially. A teenager couldn't be hired, but she did do the work. It was her happy place, and every worry seemed to slip away when she entered the kitchen.

Evie was about to enter her fourth year with the elves making the welcoming feast. Evie was excited to see how this year panned out compared to the last.

Harry Potter always seemed to find himself in the most uniquely uncomfortable situations. Evie felt terrible for him; always having something happen couldn't be fun. She was somewhat close to the trio.

The three kids always knocked on her dad's door, asking hundreds of questions, and Evie became close to them that way. The trio were protective of her like a little sister; she had a way of not noticing the dangers around her.