Ciaran P.O.V.
It was nearing two months since we arrived at Hogwarts. And I don't know how it happened, but we had no incidents. Not until today. We had Care of Magical Creatures. We, meaning Dromeda, Weasel and I, walked down to Hagrid's hut. I still liked Hagrid, I just wished he wasn't loyal to Dumbledore.
"Is everyone ere?" he asked, with a quick headcount, he lead us into the woods, close to the edge. We heard a neigh, and soon we were at a paddock, with thestrals. The batlike horses, were walking around.
"Hagrid, there's nothing here." A student, a Ravenclaw said,
"Not everyone is able to see them. Thestrals." I supplied, Hagrid nodded.
"On'y t'ose who ave seen death can see em." he explained,
"But they are actually really gentle creatures. I can draw one for you." I offered, she nodded. I pulled out a parchment. And after a few minutes a sketch of the batlike equines was being passed around,
"They look like zombie pegasi." she said,
"I don't see anything." Weasel demanded,
"Because you've never seen death." Harry replied simply, that caught a few people off guard.
"And you have?" He asked, Seriously? How daft is he?
"Yes. I have. My parents, remember?" He rolled his eyes. Weasel scoffed,
"You don't even remember." Ciaran seethed, how had I not noticed how insensitive he is?
"RONALD WEASLEY!!! Do you even have a brain?" Dromeda seethed, "do you even care about him?" That took him down a notch,
"Yeah." he shrugged, Ciaran turned away, not that he really cared, they weren't really his parents, but it still hurt. The class watched horrified, many glaring at weasel.
"Then shut your mouth, they were his parents, and they were murdered. Just because he doesn't remember them does not mean it doesn't hurt." she scolded,
"But Mione!"
"Don't you even try!"
"They were murdered by a mad man! They were in a war! They probably would've died anyway." SLAP!!!
"What was that for?!" Ciaran wondered why Hagrid hadn't spoken up, he glanced over, the giant was shocked, fuming.
"Weasley! One weeks de'ention! And a 'undred points 'rom Gryffindor!" He punished, Ron stared wide eyed, but said nothing, silently seething, Ciaran smiled at Hagrid, and Dromeda walked over and comforted him.
"I'm fine Mione, thanks."
"He's just upset, don't pay him any attention Harry." she turned to glare at the Weasel, "And you stay away from him Weasley. Or I swear I'll hex you into next month!"
I actually had this sitting in my drive for awhile but kept forgetting to post it! Thankfully after a few notifications on comments I remembered! HAVE A GOOD ONE AND SEE YOU NEXT TIME!
~SH
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