Sep 18, 2005 09:08
Hagrid leaned against the shovel and took a break to watch the sunrise.
Cyclops, but he was tired. He remembered ... in his youth, gazing at the big red sun of morning, with hope. His father had taught him that every day was a new chance at life, a fresh start, an opportunity.
But today ... he was just so tired ...
... of the struggle against Voldemort.
... of the lonely cavern in his chest where most folks had a heart.
... of shoveling the same shit day after day after day.
He loved his creatures. On days like today, they were all that kept him going. The very onliest thing.
Hagrid sighed and went back to shoveling. And now that he taught classes, he couldn't even slip away for a nip at noon down to the tavern.
"A Weasley gone missing and Aragog sick," he chided himself himself. Others were worse off than he. But he was just so tired of it all. Tired of not having anyone to share anything with. He began to understand how his Dad had ended up with a giant. Maybe that was the only place he'd find ... whatever it was his father had found.
hagrid,
active,
harry