Ron's POV
Night had come as Harry and I sat in the common room. "It feels different without them here" I said suddenly. Harry sniffed. I knew he had been crying over y/n but I didn't want to say anything in case he'd throw a temper (typical 4 year old stuff)."You know w-what? We have to do something about this. I don't care how crazy it seems, I'm going to go down to his hut and talk to Hagrid. I'm doing anything I can to get back y/n!" He declared, standing up as he did so. "And Hermione too, right?" I asked jokingly. "Oh yeah and her. Now, let's go!" Harry yelled as he dashed towards the portrait hole. I snorted at his enthusiasm but followed none the less.
I knocked on the door as we made our way to Hagrid's hut. He opened it suddenly, a crossbow in hand. "Who there?!" He barked, pointing the loaded weapon in multiple directions. Slipping from underneath Harry's invisibility cloak, we both kept our hands up in surrender. "It's just us" Harry said. "Oh righ' I was jus- oh nevermind. Come o' in!" Hagrid nervously laughed.
"What's that for?" Harry pointed at the crossbow. "Oh, err, nothing!" The giant mumbled, fumbling around to make tea. "Have you heard of y/n and Hermione HAGRID?" said Harry. "Oh I 'eard all righ'" Hagrid's voice cracked.
Suddenly, a large pound came from the other side of the door. "Aw for Merlin's sake! You two, under that cloak and stay quiet" he quickly instructed as we slipped underneath the fabric. "Come on!" Harry whisper screamed at me, leading us to a poorly lit corner.
Grabbing the crossbow once more, Hagrid ascended towards the door. "Good evening Hagrid" professor Dumbledore's voice said as he and one other man walked in. "That's dad's boss!" I whispered. The man known to be Cornelius Fudge was a short plump man with a grey and forest green suit and a well worn bowler hat. "If he's here this must be serious then" Harry scoffed. I shrugged simply and continued to listen in silence.
"Bad news Hagrid. Extremely bad news. 4 muggle attacks this week. 4!" The minister exclaimed as he held up four fingers. "The Ministry's got to act". "But minister! You know I would never- Dumbledore said- Albus please" the giant pleaded. "I'm deeply sorry but your record is against you! The school governors have been in touch and-" "yet again Cornelius, I stress the fact that taking Hagrid away will not help us in the slightest" Dumbledore interrupted, his eyes full of a glare neither of us had ever seen.
"Please headmaster. Look at it from my point of view. A lot of pressure has been put on my shoulders for this. I have made my decision in what to do. If Hagrid is said to be innocent once taken, he will be back here in no time" dad's boss said. "Selfish bastard" I murmured to myself, expecting a laugh from beside me. 'Oh right, she's not here' I thought, realizing that y/n was in deed, petrified back at the hospital wing.
"TAKEN?! Where in the Merlin am I going?" Hagrid fumed. "It will only be temporary of course" the minister explained sheepishly. Hagrid glared viscously. " speaking of which; Dumbledore. Dreadful thing it is but the Ministry's governors feel that it is time for you to take a step down. With all due respect, we suspect that you are loosing touch with age. Two attacks have taken place here tonight. Who knows how many more there will be in two weeks. Soon, there will be no muggle borns left at this school. What'll we do then?" Cornelius spoke. I heard a soft gasp come from behind me as Harry held a hand over top of his mouth.
"Well if yer think Dumbledore won' be able ter stop the attacks, then 'o will?" Hagrid asked angrily. "That remains to be un-seen" Cornelius responded. "You can' take Dumbledore!" Hagrid protested "Hagrid" Dumbledore said sharply. "If the ministry has asked me to step down, I will try my very best to let them take the lead" he continued. "Wha?! NO!" Hagrid yelled. "However, help will always be found at Hogwarts, For those who ask for it" He finished before walking out of the cabin, along side the minister. "Come on now Hagrid".
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Fanfiction⚠️DISCONTINUED⚠️ FYI: the writing style sucks but I was 11-13 when I wrote this Homie this shit is ass read at your own risk Harry Potter, a troubled young boy and looked as a waste of space to his family has never felt happier than being around his...