The Tale of Swagrid

Prologue

Rubeus Hagrid wasn't always the groundskeeper of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. His true past lies deep in the mountains of Siberia.

His family consisted of five; Rubeus, Fridwulfa (his mother), Grindelwald (his father), Grawp (his half-brother) and his dear older brother, Swagrid.

Grindelwald was a dark wizard, who was known and feared all across the world, but his family were, due to their mountainous seclusion, unaware.

Swagrid had always been different, not only due to the fact he was a half-giant, like Rubeus. While his family had always tried to avoid human contact to avoid complications, he had often attempted to play unsuspecting hikers rock songs on his homemade guitar, in the basin hope that one of them would be a talent scout, and had also taken his own share of the ore his family mined for a living, to shape chains and rings to show his - as he called it - Swag.

As could be expected, his family didn't think highly of him, and often neglected him, especially when it came to financial difficulties. They always stated that he should simply sell some of his many Swag accessories. He always refused, and instead learnt to manipulate his brother Grawp to help him to make up for the gaps in his wallet, through semi-magical production of illicit products, primarily PixieDust. This, as could be expected, often landed him in trouble.

The penalty for selling PixieDust to other giants was ten years imprisonment and corrective torture, but Swagrid always paid off the judges, sometimes with money, sometimes with more PixieDust. Naturally, he ended up at the mercy of most judges, all of whom were only a few careful words away from landing him back in prison, extorting him into doing their dirty work.

Swagrid's family connections were fast deteriorating, and, after years of both selling and abusing his staple hard hallucinogen, he decided to end the suffering at his hands for everyone. He stood upon a small stool, with a rope around his neck, and jumped.

He hung from the ceiling for twenty seconds, slowly suffocating, until finally the roof-beam he was attached  to snapped under his weight, and he fell to the floor, alive, but psychologically scarred. Instead of attempting suicide again, he decided it would be easier to run away. He was 9.

However, unknown to him, he had been followed by Rubeus, only 7, who had pulled 12 year old Grawp along out of fear and uncertainty.

Swagrid settled in a small village which he never learnt the Russian name of, but understood to translated roughly to Roseriver, and was accepted as simply a very tall man, edging on eight feet, but, all the same, a man. Only a mile from the village, in a mountain cave, resided Rubeus, along with Grawp. Together they watched as Swagrid slowly destroyed all trust between him and the villagers, through violence, drugs, and his undirected angst. Rubeus knew something would go wrong. He just had to wait and see.