he had hands the size of trash can lids, and his feet in their leather boots were like baby dolphins
Canon: HP
Characters/Pairing: Rubeus Hagrid
Prompt: Wild
Rating: PG
Notes: I apologize for the icon mood-killer. I just couldn't resist.
He was sure there was a plan. Dumbledore would've told Harry what to do.
When Malfoy's wife bent to check, Hagrid held his own breath.
Harry's life flashed before Hagrid's eyes. So small as they flew over Bristol, not much bigger when Hagrid bashed down the door of that tiny shack, every Quidditch injury, every adventure Harry was too young to take on: Quirrell, the Chamber, dementors, Beaky, the Triwizard Tournament, the Ministry, falling in love, losing Sirius then Dumbledore.
And now Harry was on the forest floor, silent.
"Dead."
Hagrid howled and roared and clawed and lost all hope.
Characters/Pairing: Rubeus Hagrid
Prompt: Wild
Rating: PG
Notes: I apologize for the icon mood-killer. I just couldn't resist.
He was sure there was a plan. Dumbledore would've told Harry what to do.
When Malfoy's wife bent to check, Hagrid held his own breath.
Harry's life flashed before Hagrid's eyes. So small as they flew over Bristol, not much bigger when Hagrid bashed down the door of that tiny shack, every Quidditch injury, every adventure Harry was too young to take on: Quirrell, the Chamber, dementors, Beaky, the Triwizard Tournament, the Ministry, falling in love, losing Sirius then Dumbledore.
And now Harry was on the forest floor, silent.
"Dead."
Hagrid howled and roared and clawed and lost all hope.