( 𝔳𝔬𝔩𝔲𝔪𝔢 𝔦𝔦, 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖜𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖞-𝖙𝖜𝖔 ) — right person, wrong time

DUMBLEDORE'S GIANT MISTAKE

Albus Dumbledore, eccentric Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, has never been afraid to make controversial staff appointments, writes Rita Skeeter, Special Correspondent. In September of this year, he hired Alastor ❛Mad-Eye❜ Moody, the notoriously jinx-happy ex-Auror, to teach Defence Against the Dark Arts, a decision that caused many raised eyebrows at the Ministry of Magic, given Moody's well-known habit of attacking anybody who makes a sudden movement in his presence. Mad-Eye Moody, however, looks responsible and kindly when set beside the part human Dumbledore employs to teach Care of Magical Creatures.

Rubeus Hagrid, who admits to being expelled from Hogwarts in his third year, has enjoyed the position of gamekeeper at the school ever since, a job secured for him by Dumbledore. Last year,however, Hagrid used his mysterious influence over the headmaster to secure the additional post of Care of Magical Creatures teacher, over the heads of many better-qualified candidates.

An alarmingly large and ferocious-looking man, Hagrid has been using his newfound authority to terrify the students in his care with a succession of horrific creatures. While Dumbledore turns a blind eye, Hagrid has maimed several pupils during a series of lessons that many admit to being ❛very frightening.❜

❛I was attacked by a hippogriff, and my friend Vincent Crabbe got a bad bite off a flobberworm,❜ says Draco Malfoy, a fourth-year student. ❛We all hate Hagrid, but we're just too scared to say anything.❜

Hagrid has no intention of ceasing his campaign of intimidation, however. In conversation with a Daily Prophet reporter last month, he admitted breeding creatures he has dubbed ❛Blast-Ended Skrewts,❜ highly dangerous crosses between manticores and fire-crabs. The creation of new breeds of magical creatures is, of course, an activity usually closely observed by the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. Hagrid, however, considers himself to be above such petty restrictions.

❛I was just having some fun,❜ he says, before hastily changing the subject.

As if this were not enough, the Daily Prophet has unearthed evidence that Hagrid is not — a she has always pretended — a pure-blood wizard. He is not, in fact, even pure human. His mother,we can exclusively reveal, is none other than the giantess Fridwulfa, whose whereabouts are currently unknown.

Bloodthirsty and brutal, the giants brought themselves to the point of extinction by warring amongst themselves during the last century. The handful that remained joined the ranks of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, and were responsible for some of the worst mass Muggle killings of his reign of terror.

While many of the giants who served He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named were killed by Aurors working against the Dark Side, Fridwulfa was not among them. It is possible she escaped to one of the giant communities still existing in foreign mountain ranges. If his antics during Care of Magical Creatures lessons are any guide, however, Fridwulfa's son appears to have inherited her brutal nature.

In a bizarre twist, Hagrid is reputed to have developed a close friendship with the boy who brought around You-Know-Who's fall from power — thereby driving Hagrid's own mother, like the rest of You-Know-Who's supporters, into hiding. Perhaps Harry Potter is unaware of the unpleasant truth about his large friend — but Albus Dumbledore surely has a duty to ensure that Harry Potter, along with his fellow students, is warned about the dangers of associating with part-giants.

''Is something the matter, Evangeline?'' Dumbledore inquired, peering over at the brunette which sat a seat away from him. ''You seem displeased.''

''That is one way of putting it,'' she frowned, throwing the newspaper down in distaste. ''Have you read the article Rita Skeeter has written about Hagrid, Headmaster?''

''I have. Tell me, what do you think about it?''

''I think it is ludicrous,'' the Rosier girl answered honestly. ''What has given her the right to reveal his . . . species. All the comments about Harry, too — anybody who has seen those two together knows Hagrid would never harm him. Her absurd prejudice is showing.''

''Prejudice?'' Snape sneered. ''That is a rich statement coming from you, Miss Rosier. Maybe you should be interviewed on your supposed lack of discrimination.''

''I beg your pardon? I will have you know—''

Professor McGonagall waved her hand, diffusing the disagreement before it could even begin. She couldn't have students watching teachers squabble, much less two Slytherins. ''Don't give that wretched woman any ideas, Severus.''

''She would be so lucky to write an article about me. I can see the headlines already: damsel in disgrace. In fact, straight after the first task, when Harry refused to give her an interview she tried to heckle me about my ❛exile from pure-blood society.❜ She did not end up getting anything useful, of course.''

''Perhaps you should converse about your views on this matter with Mr Lupin,'' Dumbledore suggested, his eyes twinkling as he glanced out the large windows of the Great Hall. ''If my memory serves me right, he feels as strongly about this as you do.''

Evangeline nodded, grabbing her fur coat from the back of her seat. ''That is an excellent idea, Headmaster. Goodnight, everyone.''

''Remus?'' Evangeline called.

His cottage was seemingly abandoned. Everything had been left as she last saw the interior, all apart from the owner himself.

The pure-blood witch stood in the center of his cozy and quaint living room, dusting off some rogue Floo Powder off of her shoulder as she peered around curiously. 

She opened her mouth to call out the older mans name again, when the very person she had been not wanting, but needing to see staggered through the door that led to the land beyond the house.

''Evangeline?'' Remus gritted his teeth, as if it pained him to see the brunette. His chest was heaving, accompanied by worry-lines creased into the skin of his forehead. ''What are you doing here?''

''I came to see you . . . are you all right?''

He failed to respond adequately, for his body had gone rigid. The brunette barely registered this odd behaviour before his limbs began to shake and jerk feverishly.

''Listen to me!'' He screamed harshly. ''You need to leave! Now!''

There was a terrible snarling noise as Remus' head began to lengthen along with his body. His shoulders were hunching. Hair was sprouting visibly on his face and hands, which were curling into clawed paws.

Only then did her survival instinct kicked in. Self-preservation coursed through her veins as she threw her body back into the fireplace. Her shaky hands frantically reached into the little pot with green powder, spilling the contents everywhere before she had collected enough to get out of there.

''Rosier's office!''

The last thing she saw was the creature rearing, snapping its long jaws. And then within seconds, she was in the safety of her living quarters in the Hogwarts castle, the pearlescent full moon glinting deviously in the reflection of her aghast brown eyes.

a/n     i have the rough plot outlined but let me know what you guys would want to see in . . .

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