Sunday, Nov. 9th - late afternoon (Tag: Hagrid)
Harry was very close to freaking right now. Ron was nowhere in school, Bill wasn't in his quarters and nobody had seen either of them since yesterday. He wondered if Herm knew something, but... if she didn't, she would worry too and he didn't want that. He didn't want to explain to her why he had the terrifying sinking feeling in his stomach.... that Ron and Bill might have... left.
Driven away by me.
Harry sat down on one of the stone benches just outside the Main Entrance and pulled his knees up, hugging them. It was cold suddenly, compared to the earlier almost warm days this week. Or maybe it was something else that had him shuddering. Fear. What if they had left? What if Ron was gone, hating Harry for meddling? That thought coiled in his throat like a painful spiky ball.
He didn't know who to talk to. He couldn't tell Dumbledore, he just couldn't. Not McGonagall either or any of the teachers really. Dean and Seamus were entirely too wrapped up in themselves and wouldn't be able to help anyway. Neville... he was reluctant with bothering Neville with something like this. He was reluctant about a lot of things with Neville but it somehow lost meaning the longer he sat in the cold, his limbs turning slightly numb as twillight began setting in. If only his mind could turn numb too.
Hagrid. He could talk to Hagrid. He wouldn't tell him about Bill and Ron, he just needed to... sit in peace in Hagrid's cabin. Feel safe and warm for a bit, Hagrid's rumbling calming and reminding him of the first time he saw the man. A good memory.
Having made up his mind, Harry unfolded himself and got up. With urgent steps, he walked down to Hagrid's cabin, hoping and praying the man was home. He knocked on the door and waited.
Driven away by me.
Harry sat down on one of the stone benches just outside the Main Entrance and pulled his knees up, hugging them. It was cold suddenly, compared to the earlier almost warm days this week. Or maybe it was something else that had him shuddering. Fear. What if they had left? What if Ron was gone, hating Harry for meddling? That thought coiled in his throat like a painful spiky ball.
He didn't know who to talk to. He couldn't tell Dumbledore, he just couldn't. Not McGonagall either or any of the teachers really. Dean and Seamus were entirely too wrapped up in themselves and wouldn't be able to help anyway. Neville... he was reluctant with bothering Neville with something like this. He was reluctant about a lot of things with Neville but it somehow lost meaning the longer he sat in the cold, his limbs turning slightly numb as twillight began setting in. If only his mind could turn numb too.
Hagrid. He could talk to Hagrid. He wouldn't tell him about Bill and Ron, he just needed to... sit in peace in Hagrid's cabin. Feel safe and warm for a bit, Hagrid's rumbling calming and reminding him of the first time he saw the man. A good memory.
Having made up his mind, Harry unfolded himself and got up. With urgent steps, he walked down to Hagrid's cabin, hoping and praying the man was home. He knocked on the door and waited.