Harry Potter and the, ah man, ANOTHER trans Harry fic? Really?

A Hagrid Size Mistake

Apologies, but the least obtrusive way I'm finding to keep the spaces between the paragraphs at the moment is by inserting a " . "

Annoying, but hopefully the bug is fixed next update.

Chapter Seventeen: A Hagrid Sized Mistake

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~ Hermione and Ron were still bickering quietly on the walk down to Hagrid's, so Harry walked along a few paces behind, enjoying the chance to get out of the castle. The storm of the night before had passed, and the sky was blue, dotted with puffy white clouds. The grass was still a little damp, but soft. A small part of him longed for a blanket, a book, and a quiet place alone, but he was mostly still excited to see Hagrid. Harry hadn't gotten a chance to congratulate the man he secretly thought of as the uncle he wished he'd had, instead of the hateful one he had.

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When Harry peeked around his two best friends, hoping for a chance to see what terror his newly minted professor had for them today, he noticed that Neville was walking alone. He hurried to catch up.

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"Hey ya, Neville. Any guesses as to what Hagrid is gonna have for us? 'mione said he seemed really excited when he stopped by the Gryffindor table to say hi this morning."

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Neville paled slightly, "Oh dear, that's less than encouraging…"

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Harry gave a short, dark laugh, "That's what she said too." They were quiet for a moment, before Harry continued, "I don't suppose you had a chance to ask your grandmother about…" Harry paused briefly, before continuing in almost a whisper, "about my parents?"

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Neville stopped waking so abruptly he almost tripped.

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"Oh crap! Harry, I'm so sorry. Gram specifically told me to tell you the first chance I could." Neville looked repentant for a moment, but it was quickly replaced by excitement. "Our mum's were close friends! My mum graduated Hogwarts two years before yours, and she was a Hufflepuff, so they didn't know each other well, but gram says they were in some kinda order together, to fight against you-know-who, and they bonded over being pregnant together."

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"No way! That's super cool. I didn't know there was like, an organization formed to fight against Vol-uh… jerkface. I knew my parents were against him, Dumbledore told me, but I always thought they were fighting with the ministry. Do you know anything about the order?"

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Neville shook his head, but added, "Just that Dumbledore was in charge. Oh, and best part, gram thinks she might still have some letters your mom sent mine. She said that she'd see about sending them to you."

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Harry's vision blurred a little, and he quickly wiped his eyes before any tears could fall.

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"That, uh… that would be nice. I'd like that a lot."

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Neville playfully bumped Harry's shoulder, "Just think, with our mum's being so close while they were pregnant, we probably would have been raised together, like cousins or something, if not for… you know…"

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Harry grimaced for a moment, but then threw his arm around Neville's shoulder. "I'd take you over my actual cousin any day!" He offered emphatically.

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~Ron had finally agreed to drop the whole silly "grim" business as they came up to the group of students clustered around Hagrid's hut. Hermione groaned when she noticed they were having this class with the Slytherins. She turned to complain to Ron, only he wasn't there. She continued to turn around, bewildered as he was right there just a second ago. She spotted him a moment later, speed walking over to where Harry and Neville were standing. It only took a moment to figure it out. Harry was just releasing Neville's shoulder, which should have been nice to see as Neville was such a nice guy.

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Hermione shook her head in disgust, "Ah yes, better hurry back Ronald, can't possibly risk losing your coveted best friend status with the almighty boy-who-lived, can you? The jealousy is strong in this one"

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Coming up behind her, Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil giggled.

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"Hermione Granger, sitting in righteous judgment of a fellow student! Why, I can scarcely believe my ears," teased Lavender.

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"Although, in Ron's case, we're pretty sure it's warranted," added Parvati, "and was that a star wars reference?"

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Hermione blushed sheepishly, "ah… y-yes, sorry. I know, I promised I'd be better about that. Could you maybe not tell anyone what I said?"

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Before they could respond, Hagrid's booming voice called out, "Gather round, gather round. Got a real treat planned for yeh today. Excitin stuff. Everyone here? Right then, follow me."

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Hermione smiled at the two other girls, before hurrying over to join Harry and friends.

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For a horrifying moment, Hermione was sure they were heading into the Forbidden Forest, but after a bend in the path they could make out an empty paddock in the shade of the trees. Hagrid walked over to the gate and turned to address his first ever class.

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"Now come on 'round ter the fence here, an' yeh'll be needin' ter open up yer books ter page…"

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"And just how exactly do you intend us to do that?" interrupted a pale, blond haired, pampered brat.

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Hermione winced, while also noticing Harry's knuckles going white where he was gripping the sturdy looking paddock fence.

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Hagrid looked slightly crestfallen as he asked, "Hasn'... hasn' anyone been able ter open their book?"

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Malfoy gloated, malicious smile wide as everyone pulled their battered copies from their bags. Some had tied or belted theirs closed, some were trapped in bags, and others taped shut.

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Suddenly Hagrid smiled brightly, "Good man, ten points ter Slytherin. Why don't you demonstrate how ter open 'em for everyone else there Mr. Zabini."

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Hermione was rather thrilled to note that Malfoy's smug grin transformed into an angry sneer as he whirled around to face his housemate, standing near the back. Blaise seemed to look down upon the rest of them as he explained how easy it was, and how, 'it isn't as if it's alchemic theory.' It seemed the tall, and rather attractive, black teen had all the pomp and arrogance of Slytherin and Ravenclaw combined, or at least as far as Hermione could tell. Still, she wouldn't be surprised if that was just a mask, put in place to survive a bigoted house like Slytherin. He was definitely smart enough to come up with such a tactic. Especially as a black kid in the predominantly white magical community of Great Britain. For heaven's sake, there were only two other black kids in their whole year. Obviously Hermione didn't know first hand, but some of the literature she had consumed suggested that, though not quite on the same scale as the muggle community, prejudices were still alive and well in magical Britain.

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After they had all followed Blaise's example, Hagrid told them to read the first 3 paragraphs on page 212, and that he'd be back with their creatures by the time they were finished.

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As soon as Hagrid was out of ear shot, Malfoy looked up from his book and roared, "Hippogriffs! How bloody useless. God's this place is going to the dogs. Father will hear about this for sure."

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Harry growled out, "Shut up Malfoy, we don't need to be reminded about how much of a daddy's boy you are every time something doesn't go your way."

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All of the Gryffindors laughed, but other than Malfoy himself, who smirked, all of his little followers looked murderous. Hermione knew Harry was only engaging with Malfoy because he wanted to defend Hagrid, but nothing good could come from verbally fencing with the blond brat. And sure enough.

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"Really now Potter, well as soft as you are, you must be a mummies boy… Oh wait, oops, sorry about that," Malfoy jeered, pure malicious joy on his face.

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Hermione managed to grab Harry as he made a lounge for Malfoy, while Neville grabbed Ron, though judging by the glare he shot at Malfoy it was clear he was considering attacking the arse himself.

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Hermione half shouted, "Why you demented, pernicious, bigoted, little worm. One of these days, someone is going to squash you, like the insignificant insect you are, and I truly hope I'm there to see it."

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Malfoy shoved his way back past his self appointed bodyguards, Crab and Goyle, a murderous gleam in his eye. It was perhaps lucky that at exactly that moment Lavender squealed, pointing further into the trees, as Hagrid strode out, pulling behind four of the most beautifully bizarre creatures most of them had ever seen. Unfortunately, in all the commotion, no one had really taken the opportunity to read their paragraphs.

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Once Hagrid had them all safely tethered inside the paddock, he strode over to his students proudly announcing, "Hippogriffs! Ain't they sumthin."

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Hermione was pleasantly surprised. Compared to Hagrid's usual animal inclinations, these seemed practically tame, and oddly enticing, even Parvati and Lavender scooted in next to her for a better look. The way their feathered, eagle-esk heads slowly transitioned down the neck and into the fur of something akin to a horse's body was fascinating to behold. The feathers and fur ended at the knee of their front legs. From there they were scaled like most bird's. They had massive talons, and magnificent wings protruded from above their front shoulders. The nobility of that bird-like anatomy, at a horse-sized scale, was strangely reminiscent of the Bengal tigers she had visited at the London Zoo. She knew from the odd passage here and there that hippogriffs could be deadly when provoked, though they were generally considered good natured, but proud beasts. She tuned back in as Hagrid began.

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"Now, firs' thing yer gotta know abou' hippogriffs, is tha their proud creatures. Don't ever insult a hippogriff, cause it may be the last thing yeh ever do."

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He looked over the class before going on, "Now keepin yer paragraphs in mind, who wants ter be the first ter try an pat 'em?"

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Most everyone took a step back, including Hermione. She had to suppress yet another groan as Harry actually leaned forward, peering expectantly at the large creatures. Of course the animal lover in him probably couldn't wait for the chance.

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"Good man, Harry," bellowed Hagrid, in what would be for anyone else a shout, but for the mountain was simple exuberance.

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As Harry climbed over the paddock fence, Lavender called out, "but Harry, no. Remember your tea leaves, the grim!"

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Once Harry was next to Hagrid, they whispered something briefly, then Hagrid called out, loud enough for everyone to hear, "Now remember, yeh always want to give the hippogriff the choice. It's polite, see. Walk up till yer close enough that yeh got his attention. Once he's acknowledged yeh, yer gonna wanna bow, nice an low. Then yeh wait an see if he bows back, if not, back on up nice an' easy like. Oh, an' remember ter be confident, an' not ter blink too much. Hippogriffs don't trust yeh if yeh blink too much.

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Hagrid walked over and unclipped a large, dappled grey, before leading it a few paces away from the others, well, Hagrid sized paces anyway. He removed the collar, and stepped back.

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"Alrigh' Harry, let's see how you an Buckbeak here get on."

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Harry slowly stepped forward till he was close enough that Buckbeak made full eye contact.

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"Tha's the ticket Harry, now nice an low bow."

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Harry did as instructed, though it looked quite awkward, he didn't rise back up completely, instead locking eyes with the hippogriff again. The bird-horse thing looked enormous next to Harry, and it still hadn't bowed back! Hermione's anxiety was beginning to reach critical levels.

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Even Hagrid sounded nervous as his gravelly voice quieted, "Ah, righ' then. Back away Harry, nice an slow."

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But Harry, of course, had to try again first. Hermione would have sworn she could make out a small smile on his lips as he took a single step back before gracefully performing something like a half bow, half curtsy.

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You could hear a collective gasp as Buckbeak the hippogriff bowed. The Gryffindors all cheered, and Hermione would have sworn she had even heard a couple of the Slytherins shout as well, but when she looked the only sign was the polite clapping of Blaise, Daphne Greengrass, and Tracey Davis. She unclenched her hand, only to discover that at some point, she had grabbed Parvati's hand, and had been squeezing it rather forcefully judging by the way the other girl was messaging it. Hermione winced in apology, but Patil merely smiled and waved off Hermione's unspoken apology in understanding.

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Hermione's nerves didn't get much of a break after that though, as Harry actually flew on the hippogriff's back several times around the paddock. He was wearing the biggest smile when he finally climbed back over to join up with Hermione and friends. Hermione couldn't help but scold Harry a little, even though he hadn't technically done anything wrong. Thankfully Hagrid interrupted before she could really get going too much.

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"Alrigh' now, pick a hippogriff an line up, but not too close. Once your ready, step up to your hippogriffs one at a time, bow, an if her 'griff bows back, go ahead an give 'em a good scratch under the beak. They like tha', but no one else is ter try flyin. Maybe a few can try if there's time left after."

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Ron, Hermione, and Harry had all lined up in front of a tawny brown, while Malfoy, Crabbe, and Davis were lined next to them, waiting for Buckbeak. Ron was up first, and had finally succeeded, the brown allowing him to approach. Crabbe had been having trouble, and Malfoy finally ordered him to give up and go to the back of their line, as he'd had to back away multiple times already. Buckbeak bowed to Draco easily enough, and he swaggered up to pat the dappled grey.

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Hermione was bowing to the brown, when she heard Malfoy croon, "This is very easy. Granted I knew it must be if Potter could do it."

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Hermione's head jerked quickly over to stare at the blond boy, "Oh no, surely you aren't going to be that foolish, Draco," she hoped, but couldn't say she was surprised when he continued to drawl.

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"Yes, I bet you aren't even that dangerous are you, you big ugly brute."

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Buckbeak let out a painful screech, and in a flash so quick Hermione could scarcely follow it, reared back and slashed at the moronic, pampered twit. Malfoy had just enough presence of mind to get his arms up, and he caught a talon that ripped the sleeve of his robe open from forearm to wrist. There was a small gout of blood, and Malfoy jumped back screaming, slamming into Tracey Davis, who had taken an involuntary step forward, wanting to help, but unsure of what to do. Both of them sprawled to the ground. Buckbeak slammed down into a crouch, preparing to pounce once more, except, suddenly Harry was there, standing in front of Malfoy and Davis. He quickly bowed again, and before the hippogriff could make up its mind on what to do next, Hagrid slammed into it from the side, and pinned the larger (though not by much) creature to the ground.

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Malfoy moaned and whimpered, claiming he'd been murdered. Harry hurried to fetch the collar and chain for Hagrid, and once Buckbeak was safely secured, he plucked up Malfoy as if he were no larger than a babe. Hagrid called out that class was dismissed, and ran off with Malfoy to the castle, and presumably the hospital wing.

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Everyone stood around for a few moments, shocked by the suddenness of the violence. After a few more moments, they all started back up to the castle in twos and threes. Before they left Tracey limped over lightly, favoring her left knee, and leaning on Daphne for support. Ron tensed, though what he expected the two girls to do Hermione hadn't the foggiest. Harry at least looked at ease, even smiling somewhat to the two girls.

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"Why did you jump in like that, Potter," asked Tracey, though without any real malice.

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Harry looked off into the forest, worrying his hands together, pensive for a long moment, before finally he shrugged and admitted, "Don't know. I uh, didn't really think. I mean, yeah Malfoy is a complete arse… and I'd love nothing more than to hex him almost every time he opens his mouth, but like, Buckbeak was probably gonna seriously hurt him, and well… plus you were maybe in danger too… and, you've never been mean to me, so…" Harry trailed off, not quite meeting her eye as he finally looked back at the two girls.

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Tracey just nodded once, before they both slowly headed back to the castle.

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"Well that was bloody weird," Ron commented, once the two girls were out of earshot.

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"Not really," Hermione began, "just think about it from their perspectives, Ron. Technically we are supposed to be enemies, according to the ridiculous societal expectations here anyway, but they have been around Harry enough that they aren't being entirely suckered in by all the vitriol Malfoy spews. And really, this incident just proves it. Even though they 'know' Harry isn't like that, they don't really 'know' what he is like, hence they asked."

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Ron simply stared at Hermione for a few seconds before shaking his head and muttering about how girls make no sense. He suggested they head back to the common room, but Harry wanted to make sure the three other hippogriffs were tethered first, as they looked a little skittish after Buckbeak's attack. Ron went back over to the brown that had already bowed to him once, while Harry secured the other two.

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~ The three had all worried that Hagrid wasn't at the staff table during dinner. Once they had finished eating, they returned to their gold and scarlet common room, and found an empty table. They were attempting to work on their transfiguration homework, but none of them were able to focus particularly well. They were all fond of the big man, and Harry had barely had a chance to speak to him this year. They had asked Professor McGonagall if Hagrid was alright before they left the dining hall earlier, but she'd merely offered platitudes and insisted they head back to their common room.

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Once it started getting dark out, Harry, who was closest to the window said, "Oh hey, looks like Hagrid's back."

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Ron looked at his watch before lowering his voice, "We still have about forty minutes before curfew, let's go see him."

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"More like thirty, Ronald! Besides," Hermione paused to give Harry an apologetic look, "I don't think it's the brightest idea to have Harry wandering around the grounds after hours."

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"Why not," Ron immediately argued.

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Hermione started to reply, but Harry cut her off, albeit dejectedly, "Because, Sirius Black is after me, and if he could escape Azkaban, he could probably sneak into Hogwarts."

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Ron offered a, likewise dejected, "Oh, right. Good point mate."

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They were all silent for a moment, but eventually Harry looked at Ron, then Hermione, "Annoyingly enough, this is hardly the first time a madman has been out to get me, is it? And as much as it sucks, I figure there'll always be someone out there, angry that I survived old Voldy's curse. So, we are going to go see Hagrid, because even though it's kinda scary, I'm not giving up being myself… not when I don't have to!"

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Harry stood, and with a quick, "be right back," he darted off towards the boys dorm. Just because he wasn't gonna let Black stop him from checking on those he cared about, didn't mean he wouldn't take precautions.

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Fifteen minutes later and the trio stood, huddled under Harry's inherited invisibility cloak, knocking on Hagrid's door. It took a few tries, and being louder than Harry was really comfortable with, despite his earlier words, but finally Hagrid opened the door. It was abundantly clear that Hagrid had been heavily impinging some, rather strong smelling alcohol.

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When he opened the door, Harry raised the cloak just enough to peek out and whisper, "it's us." Hagrid let them in, and they removed the cloak. They took a seat at the battered but sturdy table in the cozy, round, one and a half room cabin. The fire had all but burned out, not that it was cold enough to really need it yet. Fang, Hagrid's large boar-hound immediately came over to rest his droolly head on Harry's knee.

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"Spect it's a record. Don't think they've ever had a teacher only last a day before," Hagrid grumbled thickly.

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"No!? Dumbledore wouldn't fire you, no way Hagrid," contended Ron.

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He gave a bleary smile, but shook his head, "Nah, great man Dumbledore, but when Malfoy takes it to the board of governors… Anyone else and it'd probably be fine, but Lucius Malfoy's got deep pockets and a lot of influence."

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"Dad always says Fudge is in Malfoy's pocket. Slimy git," Ron complained.

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Hermione, who had been making them all tea, after adding a log to the coals in the fireplace, looked up to say, "If Dumbledore backs you, then Harry could write an affidavit about what really occurred and," Hermione was interrupted.

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"We could all write a," began Harry, before he was, in turn, interrupted.

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"Yes, but you're the famous one, Harry. You may not know how to wield it yet, but you have influence too, or at least you will once you are nearer adulthood," Hermione insisted.

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Both Harry and Ron started, both obviously taken aback.

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Hagrid gave a weak laugh, agreeing "she's got yeh, there Harry."

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Ron looked unconvinced, "Hold up, Hermione. Like, I know Harry is famous and all, but politically influential? Yeah right."

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Ron laughed, Harry looked like he was torn between agreeing with Ron, and being hurt by his supposed best friend's opinion.

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"Yes, Ronald. If Harry wanted, he could easily enter into the political arena after school, thank you very much!"

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Hermione gave Ron a hard stare, Ron at least had the sense not to argue about it, this time.

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"Also Hagrid, speaking of influences, this," Hermione grabbed his humongous tankard, "is hardly the way to provide a good one for your students, professor," and with that she opened the oversized door, and went to dump it outside.

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He winced, but admitted, "Spect she has a point there," and with that he walked out the door himself.

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Harry was trying to finish off his tea, any excuse not to look at Ron just then, when they both heard a loud splash. Hermione stepped back in, quickly followed by the suddenly sodden mess that was Hagrid.

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"Tha's better. Listen, I really do appreciate you lot coming down ter check on me, but no more wandering the grounds at night, yeh hear! Not until them Dementors is gone, an taken tha' Black with' em, an' I mean it," the fierce note in the mountain's voice. "Best finish up your tea and then I'll escort you lot back up ter the school."

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Author's Notes

Whew, hope those dots aren't as annoying to read with as they were to install!

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Oh hey, I made the two week time frame I was hoping for! Nothing big to announce this time. I did read another descent fic recently, it was called 'letters' and was a Harry Fluer pairing, but takes a slow development. I'm betting sports fans would love his Quidditch game writing.

They were really well done.

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A really good, but I think abandoned, Sword Art Online fic I read on honeymoon was called 'Reality Imperfect: The Sisters' Tale'. Kirito and little sis both wind up playing sao on launch day, and because kirito lost a bet, Leafa designed a female avatar to make him play as for a day. But when they all became trapped in the game, there wasn't a mirror moment, and 'kiriko' is stuck playing a female avatar.

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Thank you for reading!!

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Ps; I almost forgot! So yeah, I'm a vanilla white person, and as such I just don't have the first hand experience needed to explore racism/ableism, and to do justice to it. I still want at least some representation in this world I'm altering though. So yeah other races/culture will be featured, but no deep dives into them. Sorry, other cultures are fascinating, but I won't be able to showcase them much.