Gloomy Sunday [Harry, Ron?Hermione?]

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[style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #FF7F50; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;]790 WORDS FOR THE TRIO Just tagging all of the trio in case Ron and Hermione want to join this too. Heart [/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #DAA520;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #8B0000;]It was a quiet Sunday evening. Too quiet compared to the war going on outside the boundary of Hogwarts. The latest attack on the village seemed like it was just yesterday. It was over and the village had been rebuilt within a week, thanked to magic. But the sounds of terror, the destructions, the burning smells of death, still lingered. Especially to those who was in the midst of battle that night. Rubeus Hagrid had spent the most of his life on the school ground. He had experienced so many things, from the most ridiculous to the most amazing or horrible. But none of them ever affected him like the previous battle. It was even worse than the first one. Not only because of the villagers and their deaths, but also the method used by Death Eaters that time. Werewolves weren’t like curses or spells. They were living beings, as well as humans. They had feelings. They could feel pains. They weren’t some kind of tools to be used once then be disposed of. How heartless those bastards were when they used the werewolves like that. It angered him how even the Ministry treated them like something dangerous and inhuman. After all, Hagrid himself had been in contact with a werewolf. He agreed that they could be dangerous on full moon night, but aside from that, they were as normal as a person could be. The half-giant knew how it was to be considered ‘not-human’ and be pushed to the rear of society. When he had to fight the wolves in Hogsmeade, there was no other choice for him. He had to save the children and victims of the attack. It made him feel so bad not being able to help. He didn’t know how long he had cried after that, or the day after. It was so… so… oh he couldn’t find the word to describe how awful it was. One had to be in the middle of the fight that day to actually feel it. The chaos, the screams, the pleads,… And somewhere were the sadistic laughter. Alone in his yard, Hagrid stood, throwing meat for Buckbeak to catch. He wasn’t really paying attention to what he was doing. His eyes were locked on the forbidden forest, which he could see through the hut’s window. Right as this moment, Aragog was on the string of Death and the other spiders just wouldn’t let him in to look after of their colony’s leader. This too, was a strong impact on Hagrid. Aragog wasn’t just a pet to him. The Acromantula was probably his first and closest, as one could say it, friend. When he was a student, he got picked on by other kids a lot, due to his abnormal appearance and his sensitiveness. He only had animals for friends after his father’s death. When he finally had some human friends, he was accused of keeping a monster that attacked the students and was expelled. Just like what happened to Rubeus, Aragog was treated as a monster because of his look. Hagrid knew full well it was not Aragog who petrified students. Of course the Ministry never bought that. Aragog had been a part of his life. The Hogwarts groundkeeper had spent so much time with him he literally considered the Acromantula his family. He wondered how much more he could take before really losing all his hopes. Watching Aragofg’s health slowly fading reminded him of the time he was beside his father’s sick bed. It was like seeing his father die all over again. The hippogriff’s annoyed call brought him back to reality. He turned his head to look at the creature and realized he had been standing still without doing anything. Murmuring an apology, he continued feeding Buckbeak again. Gently patting the hippogriff’s head, he told himself he shouldn’t be like that. There was a war going on and he had to keep his guard on and his senses focused. No one could guarantee what would and would not happen. Hogwarts had always been the safest place for the children, but now that Hogsmeade was constantly attacked, he could only guess when the school would be next. All the deaths and fights sickened him. The thought of losing people he cared for frightened him. And his new found passion in teaching had died down since he found out no sixth year students wanted to study the subject he taught, even Harry, Ron and Hermione. He understood that the three had too many works to do. Still, he couldn’t help but felt sulky at times. The only thing that could keep him happy was Grawp’s improvement in behavior. He finally taught his half-brother to stop abusing the trees. [/style]

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[HARRY JAMES POTTER]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px] I REMEMBER WHEN WE WERE DRIVING we gotta make a decision: leave tonight or live and die this way? [/style][style=background-color: 1b1b1b; width: 200px; height: 300px; float: right; border: 0px solid #0e0e0e; padding: 8px; color: 454545; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: arial]The Sunday was gloomy in more than one way. The weather certainly added to the affect, but the worst of it was brought on by the still very real scars of the second attack on Hogsmeade. More meaningless deaths weren’t even over shadowed by the knowledge that a few of the more notorious Death Eaters had been caught. It was a small victory for those fighting against Voldemort compared to the pain and loss of a loved one. The latest attack also meant that security had been tightened even further than it already had been. This made visiting anyone not in your house nearly impossible. So far, the only times he’d seen Hagrid had been in passing. They had yet to sit down and have a real conversation. And as eccentric as his half giant friend could bee, Harry missed him dearly. And for once, Harry was actually all caught up with his school work – a feat that even surprised himself. And what better way to spend ones free time than to spend it with friends? The war was proving as a great reminder that you weren’t sure how long you had with them. Stepping out of the castle and onto the grounds, Harry could still make out the stench of burning wood and flesh that lingered in the air from the latest attack. Whether or not it was because the actual scents themselves still lingered or because he had gone into the village to help and could easily remember the smells, he wasn’t sure. Whatever the case, Harry could still smell it. A slight throb from his right shoulder was enough to make him aware that he could still feel it as well But if there was one thing Harry was good at, it was forging onwards. So with a sigh, the sixth year Gryffindor made the familiar trek to the hut on the outer lying areas of the grounds. A small part of him felt guilty for not taking Hagrid’s classes this year. But in hind sight, he had no need for the courses. How to take care of a flobberworm – though extremely easy – was not going to help him survive against the most evil wizard of the times. He supposed he could also say that the tighter security had impaired any visits. Not a complete lie, yet not the full truth. Hagrid was well aware that rules and security never really kept Harry from wandering off when he wanted too. They never had, not even in his first year. And with the invisibility cloak and the Marauder’s Map, it was only too easy to sneak out undetected. Regardless of any anxiety that may have been plaguing him, Harry couldn’t help the smile that came to his features when Hagrid came into sight – long before the actual Hut. He started on a jog the closer he got to the hut of his friends. “Hagrid!” The joy of seeing his friend over rode the pain shooting through his still healing right arm with his every step. [style=letter-spacing: 2px; border-bottom: 2px solid; padding: 2px] 0507 | Hagrid | COMPLETE sorry for the wait [/style]

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