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Date: Nov. 15, Sometime in the Afternoon.
Characters: Hagrid, Buckbeak, Thestral Herd and anyone else underneath.
Location: Over Stoatshead and the clearing just West of Stoatshead Hill
Status: Public
Summary: Coming in for a Landing
Completion: Incomplete
It had been a hard couple of days for Hagrid. He had lost a couple of the Thestrals in a cloud-bank and had to spend a day trying to track them down. By the time he had found them, he was realized he was totally lost himself.
He had never realized how difficult it was to find a magically-hidden village of refugees from the air when you didn't know quite what you were looking for. Finding Hogwarts had allways just come naturally to him.
He had tried to ask for directions from passing muggles, but they weren't much help - downright rude, most of them. That bloke sitting inside that ruddy huge muggle flying thing seemed rather shocked to see him. You'dve thought he'd never seen a motorbike before!
Still, those folks on the ground in the rainbow-colored caravan were friendly. Not very helpful, mind, but friendly; they seemed to think everything was full of grooves.
"Muggles," thought Hagrid, "Who knows what mad things they come up with?"
Still, the brownies they gave him did seem to calm Buckbeak down... Wait a minute, what was that up ahead?
Hagrid checked the map Minerva had sent him, Large hill to the east, small town with plenty of destroyed houses. Ah yes, there was the willow by Burrow - or where the Burrow used to be. If that was right he needed to land... There!
"Heyup!!" he shouted to the assembled herd. "Down we go, m'beauties! We've come home!"