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Hagrid's Story by Weirdism

Format: One-shot
Chapters: 1
Word Count: 2,414

Rating: 12+
Warnings: Mild Language, Sensitive Topic/Issue/Theme

Genres: Horror/Dark, Action/Adventure
Characters: Harry, Hagrid, Bellatrix, Voldemort

First Published: 10/13/2007
Last Chapter: 01/15/2008
Last Updated: 01/15/2008

I I followed Harry the best a half-giant such as me could. I heard his soft footsteps ... thump, thump, thump ... or was that the beating of his heart? Then, a faint whisper, “I am about to die ... Lumos.”
No. Harry couldn’t die. If he went He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named and was killed ... everyone would be murdered and destroyed including the new world we are fighting for. Hagrid's view of Harry's 'death'.
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Chapter 1: Hagrid's Story

I read my story on my friends computer and just got freaked out about HOW BAD IT IS!!!!! Sorry for people who like it, but I'm editing/edited it. Now I understand why it only got a few reviews.

I watched Aragog’s descendants make the Death-Eaters and Hogwartians scatter. None of them knew which side the spiders were on and I yelled at a few people not to hurt them. No one could hear me over the screams.

"Where was Harry Potter when you need him?" a Ravenclaw girl laughed as she deflected a spell.

"Ah well," a Gryffindor boy laughed easily. "Probably killing You-Know-Who right now!"

"What a gruesome hobby!" the Ravenclaw added. "I can see a future book now: 'How to Kill Harry Potter in Seven Easy Steps: 1) Adava Kedavra 2) poison 3) hanging 4) drowning 5) plunging the Gryffindor sword into him 6) make him take 200 asprin 7) forget it." They laughed.

I saw a flash of green envelope the Ravenclaw. With a cry of anguish the Gryffindor fell to his knees. I knew the expression and the thoughts that were eroding his brain, slowly making him less human. 'Why didn't I tell her ... why didn't I tell her how much I valued the friendship we shared ... the relationship that could've grown stronger so that we would not ... could not ever part." Hadn't I thought the same thing when Professor Dumbledore took me aside from the Gryffindor table and informed me my father had died?

I could not sympathise with the boy. I could not anyway for he had plunged into the array of soldiers, seconds later after he had kissed her still warm lips ... the kiss she had always longed to share. I saw a ray of scarlet light shoot out of nowhere. Oh no.

I followed Harry the best a half-giant such as me could. I heard his soft footsteps ... thump, thump, thump ... or was that the beating of his heart. His cloak fell to the ground revealing his weary form. He seemed to be clutching ... a snitch? Then, a faint whisper, “I am about to die ... .... ... Lumos.

No. Harry couldn’t die. If he went He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named and was killed ... everyone would be murdered including the new world we are fighting for.“Does it hurt?” Harry asked unexpectedly. I was speechless. He wasn’t talking to me. His eyes were fixed on a tree. “I didn’t want you to die,” Harry continued, “Any of you. I’m sorry ... right after you’d had your son ... Remus, I’m sorry ...”

Silence, he seemed to be listening to something. Were the trees talking to him? No, he wasn’t looking at the trees, he was looking at what might’ve been invisible people.

“You’ll stay with me? They won’t be able to see you?” he inquired. Well, whoever ‘they’ were, they wouldn’t because I couldn’t. Harry put on his Invisibility Cloak.

“Stay close to me,” he concluded. I was shocked. Did he know I was here? Harry ... was so much like Dumbledore. He started walking, and I followed at a safe distance, listening to his footsteps. He was walking to my hut! Perhaps he was looking for me or-

“Someone there. Potter’s got an Invisibility Cloak could it be?”

“Definitely something. Animal d’ya reckon?”

“Heard that headcase Hagrid had a bunch of stuff up here. Potter’s had his hour. He’s not coming. The Dark Lord won’t to be happy.”

No. No. Nooo. Not Death-Eaters. Not He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. A was less then fifty yards away and my body was frozen. But Harry kept walking, his footsteps softer then ever.

“My Lord, no sign of him,” a Death-Eater said.

“My Lord,” added Bellatrix Lestrange, who was watching You-Know-Who with hungry adoration.

“I thought he would come. I expected him to come,” You-Know-Who’s voice hissed. “It appears, I was mistaken ...”

“You weren’t,” another voice said, a deeper, younger and braver voice. Harry through off his Invisibility Cloak, eyeing the Dark Lord ... calmly. Just like Dumbledore would’ve done.

It was everyone’s cue. The Death-Eaters’ cue to laugh cruelly, the cue for the Giants to roar triumphantly. My cue to snap into action, to convince Harry to run, to hide, to Apparate ... “HARRY! NO! NO ... NO!!! HARRY! WHAT’RE YEH-?”

“SILENCE!” shouted another Death-Eater, and I was Silenced. My face was working furiously, I could feel it ... like I had drunk a wrongly brewed Polyjuice Potion, my face morphing and changing, trying to give Harry the message: “Run!”

Harry gave me an apologetic but brave glance then faced You-Know-Who. “End of the road, Voldemort,” he spat mockingly.

“Harry Potter ... the boy who lived. ADAVA KEDVARA!”

Something in Harry’s green eyes vanished yet lighted at the same time as the green spurt charged through You-Know-Who’s wand into his body. Green upon green, his eyes glowed like a Crandor Dragon's egg before hatching. Then Harry’s eyes closed and he fell to the ground.

Another thump, to my right. Voldemort had also fell. Bellatrix rushed to his side, concerned infatuation ... Bellatrix, however cruel loved You-Know-Who. Then, the Dark Lord woke up. “My Lord, my Lord ...” her voice was laced heavily with passion and admiration. “My Lord ...”

“That will do,” You-Know-Who commanded.

“My Lord, let me help-”

“I do not require assistance, Bella. The boy, is - is he dead?”

I was sobbing. Narcissa was wrenched forward. I was breathless. “Yes! He is dead!” she cried. The cheers mixed with my soundless wails.

“You see? Harry Potter is dead by my hand! No man can threaten me! Crucio!" Harry's body trembled in the pain he could not feel. "Now ... who will drag the body ... wait, Hagrid. You, no doubt remember me from school? I told you that you shouldn't have kept that spider of yours. You may carry him. And someone put his glasses on, he must be recognizable,” You-Know-Who chuckled.

A Death-Eater slammed Harry’s glasses onto his face as I slowly lifted him. I was reminded forcibly of the night I first saw Harry. The night Harry was barely of age (only a child, barely lived his life at all and now barely past seventeen) ... it was night this time, too.

That night I had carried him, this night also. But that night I had carried him to Dumbledore, with the great news that he was alive. Now there was no Dumbledore, and I bore no good news. I saw the Centaurs and my eyes narrowed with hatred and I bellowed in anguish, “BANE! ARE YEH HAPPY YEH DIDN’ FIGHT? HAPPY THAT Harry Potter’s d-dead ...?” I burst into tears. "H-happy yer not going to get any more freedom th'n us?"

I walked further to Hogwarts until You-Know-Who commanded me to stop. Then his voice was magnified magically as he said, “Harry Potter is dead. He died while trying to escape-” I hated You-Know ... Voldemort with all my fibre of being for the lie. “-trying to save himself while you lay down your lives for him. We bring you the body as proof that your hero is dead.

“The battle is won. You have lost half of your fighters. My Death-Eaters outnumber you and the Boy-Who-Lived is finished. There will be no more war. Anyone who continues to resist, man, woman or child will be slaughtered, as will every member of their family.

“Come out and kneel before me and you will live, be forgiven. You will join me in the new world we shall build together. Come.” I saw them emerge. Hundreds of Hogwart’s warriors surrendering. I felt nauseous of anger and disappointment.

“NO!!!” Minerva screamed. Had they exited only to see if it was true?




Yes. They had exited to see if it was true.





“SILENCIO!” Silence, though the mouths kept moving zealously. I suddenly felt numb as the realization washed over me. Harry was gone. Yes, it was to be a new world. A bad world. The world we tried to stop before.

“Put him at my feet, where he belongs.”

I did. Harry was peaceful, like he sleeping. But having a bad dream, too. The world was frozen. I was aware that Neville had broken free from the crowd and was arguing with Voldemort. Aware that Nagini was out of her protection bubble. Aware that Neville, the Sorting Hat were burning.

The Centaurs burst from the Forest. Bows twanged. Harry had disappeared. “Where’s Harry?!” I bellowed. "HARRY?! HARRY?!?! WHERE IS HE?! HARRY!!!" A horde of ... House-Elves came charging from the school, brandishing meat cleavers and knives.

"Fight for brave Regulas! Defender of Elf Rights! And for Hermione Granger - the Founder for the Society for the Promotion of Elfish Warfare!" screamed one particular Elf that was wearing a locket with a snake. Slytherin's locket. A Slytherin Elf fighting against the Dark Lord?

A whoosh of material, and Harry James Potter, green eyes narrowed into slits as thin as Voldemort’s, appeared, his cloak obscuring one leg. I nearly fainted. I. Had. Watched. Harry. Die. But he was alive.

“Yes, I’m the Boy-Who-Lived, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. The wand you hold in your hand, is actually mine," he said sweetly as the fighting around them ceased, frozen absurdly watching the fight. "Have you not heard that Draco Malfoy Disarmed Dumbledore the night Dumbledore died? The wand gave him allegiance, not Severus Snape."

"What nonsense is this," Voldemort sneered.

"I see you do not know," Harry grinned. "Neither did I but guess what? I Disarmed Draco earlier and got the allegiance of his wand, and the Elder Wand. The wand I hold in my hand is a Death Eaters wand! Ironic, isn't it? So kill me, then, Voldemort. I welcome Death: I knew you would come for me in the end, but there is so much you don’t know ...” Harry growled.

“ADAVA KEDVARA!” Voldemort yelled predicatibly.


Harry did not fall to the ground, Voldemort did. “There is so much you don’t know, Tom Marvolo Riddle.”

A cheer. Harry surrounded by friends and family, Death Eaters running and Apparating. Grawpy laughing and cheering, shouting, “Harry! Hagger!”

Voldemort was finished. Gone. It was ... depressingly hard to realize, that someone we’ve fought against for ... about forty years is ... dead. The illusion of depression was gone as soon as it had come. I went to congratulate Harry, but I was probably one of the few people who saw him slip under his Invisibility Cloak. He flashed me a weary smile before he disappeared.

There were so many dead, but so many living and many living to come. Voldemort couldn’t tear apart anymore families. I saw the Weasley’s huddled around Fred’s dead body ... I remember what the lad said once to me after I told him a rather amusing joke about a Hippogriff, a Knarl and a Murkle, “I want to die laughing,” and indeed a smile had not faded from the young boy’s face.

I noticed Ginny was not there, but chasing a shadow up to the Gryffindor tower, and I smiled knowingly. I noticed Tonks and Lupin were also dead. My smile faded slightly but then I heard Harry’s voice and Ginny’s giggle coming from thin air,

“Do not pity the dead, Hagrid, but pity the living. Especially those who live without love.”

“Luckily we do, Harry. You sound like Dumbledore. Now, let’s go to the Boy Dorms and see how ‘trustworthy’ the Founders thought girls would be,” Ginny joked shyly.

I grinned and shook my head, “Thank yeh, Harry. Dunno how yeh survived Voldemor’-”

“You said his name!”

“Ah, his lie ‘bout yeh chickenin’ out made me blood boil. ‘Sides, it ain’t tabooed anymore.” I said earnestly.

“Aah yes, that reminds me. I really missed calling him by his nickname. Voldemort. Voldemort. That ought to annoy the Death-Eaters since they can't Apparate in Hogwarts and they're scared I'll kill 'em with a simple 'Expelliarmus' spell,” Harry grinned. “See ya Hagrid. Ginny and I are going to make up for a year apart.”

“Onee’ love cin break a heart, only love cin mend it,” I said, patting Harry on the shoulder. “Uh-oh. Put yeh Cloak on. Romilda Vane is Harry-hunting now.” I gestured towards a dark haired lady.

“Uh-oh. I’m not in season for girls who don’t have Weasley hair. Don’t want innocent girls poaching, now do we? C’mon Ginny!” he said hastily, and flinging his Cloak around his and his girlfriend’s shoulders.

I sighed and decided to walk back to my hut to see if Buckbeak er, Witherwings had returned. Buckbeak was there. I sank into a bow, and after a few seconds, Buckbeak did too. “Aye Buckie, yeh did good. It’s a whole new day an’ a whole new world. All changed by Harry. Just Harry.”

Boy Who Lived Triumphs Over He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named!by Belinda Wivvel

Harry James Potter has recently vanquished the Dark Lord Voldemort who Mr Potter reveals to be called "Tom Marvolo Riddle" as well as a Half-Blood. Killed by a simple "Expelliarmus" spell, Harry reports that he believes that when Harry defied the Dark Lord the previous six times his wand attracted some of You-Know-Who's powers and that is how the spell had gotten so strong.
When questioned about how the Dark Lord had survived several Adava Kedavra reports in the past Harry responded with caution, as if not to tread into dangerous waters. When asked about that Harry laughed and said, "I just don't know where to start! I think I'll give a special interveiw about the whole truth. Everyone needs to know the whole truth," his eyes temporarily filled with lament. "The whole truth."
I asked him why not now? "It's just to hard, to fresh," he said. "I will," he promised. "He had something called a 'Horcrux' which means you can split your soul and hide a bit of it in an object. My friends and I hunted every one down. I turned out to be the last one so I had to die but Voldemort was my only tether to life."
Doesn't make sense, does it, but life rarely does!