Dear Memories Of My Loved

Larzigoth Hagrid was a poor boy. No one spoke of him, no one knew him. Just at the peak of the Hogwarts castle is where he slept and spent his days. On this particular day though, instead of reading or drawing or writing stories, he laid his head on his windowsill, sitting on the sill bed.
Today for the boy was his birthday. Today, 4 years ago, his friend and long time pen pal stopped answering his owls for no reason. Just the meer though heaved his chest as he gripped the necklace on his neck. His eyes watered in remembrance of the boy he meet only once, but it changed little of what he thought. He wanted to meet with the boy again, to hold his hand and run around with him. He wanted the small butterfly charm to glow with the pink and blue. He wished, and yet he did not get.

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Larz Hagrid is not a normal person. Far from actually. A sad story this is really of a born animagi. His life was constructed on being poor and bullied. The only happy moment he could think of was when he was 6, meeting and writing to a friend that is no more. Now 11, his curiosity to his old friend has only grown. Constantly over the last year, his necklace glew, only meaning one thing. The boy was around the castle, growing and making friends in his first year, and he couldn't actually say anything.

Now entering his first year, he's doing all he can to reconnect with the boy he once knew, but with the attacks both himself and the golden trio have gotten, the sake of their friendship and a bit more is at stake.