Collision Course

Chapter Eight

HAGRIDS POV

I was sitting in my big leather chair, enjoying a cup of... whatever this is, when a spot over my table started shimmering. I looked down on it, worried. Many things happened this close to the Forbidden Forest, and not everything that happened was a good occurrence.

I watched my quill float into the air, next to my paper. It dipped into the ink well, and the nib came up damp. I watched it raise to the paper, delicately. I was very nervous on what would happen next. This world was full of many things- most dangerous.

The quill sunk lower, and began to write. I felt a serene sense of happiness coming off of it, almost blissfully, feeling like an amazing dream. My half giant body sat tense. Dear owner of this house, the quill etched lightly. Thank you for the lovely visit to your house.

I stared.... queasy. Someone was at my house? Someone visited it?! Well, at least it was... lovely. It is so cozy and sweet. I simply love it. That seemed nice enough. I didn't know if anyone who I'd fear would write this kindly. 'We wouldn't,' a familiar voice said.

Love Tira. The quill finished its writing. I reread it. Dear owner of this house, Thank you for this lovely visit to your house. It is so cozy and sweet. I simply love it. Love Tira. I felt my head rush, as a warm draft of air seemed to appear.

It seemed to lift itself out of the seat, and up to the door. The quill and paper floated down to the table again, and the shimmering stopped. 'Remember this,' the voice said again. 'That is a name that you should really take care to remember.' I nodded. Yes, (----).

I would just like to know who this 'Tira' was if I had to remember her. 'You'll find out soon- very soon dear Hagrid'.'Okay' I thought back. No need for me to make anyone mad. This was one of those million times when I knew I needed to obey.

There were many forces in this world that no one should toy with or take lightly. Many things out there were too dangerous to even fully comprehend or say aloud. And names have powers that they shouldn't, and out of the many of those beings, you really wish didn't exist.

The people that could infiltrate your mind, were the people whose names held the tremendous powers. The ability to teleport. The immortal life. The absolute power of gods, and the people before them. Well, its understandable that they have the absolute power of the gods- for they were actually gods.

But to remember the name that appeared on the bottom of a piece of paper, was a new thing for me. Not that I cared. I've had many, many weird requests, and much were stranger than this. Its just new for me to not have a reason for a request.

Most of my previous requests have had been backed by a reason and most came from... Dumbledore. After the war, he was the one I missed the most, and he was missed by everyone. But the name Tira, ... That name intrigued me. It was unique, special and a strange request.

Maybe she'd be a new first year. At least that would make a bit of sense, and she'd be someone I could... maybe help out? I could... make sure she fits in? Or stands out. Eh, if I need to do anything helpful, I will. It'll be my new job.