𝐎, 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃 ⎥ "He wants a fight with
a God? I'll give him one."
﹙ from stardust we came, to stardust we return ﹚
Prisoner of Azkaban - Deathly Hollows
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IT WAS WITH A CERTAIN AMOUNT OF APPREHENSION THAT ELARA, HARRY, RON, AND HERMIONE HEADED DOWN TO HAGRID'S ON TUESDAY, HEAVILY MUFFLED AGAINST THE COLD. elara was worried, not only about what hagrid might have decided to teach them, but also about how the rest of the class, particularly draco and his cronies, would behave if umbridge was watching them.
however, the high inquisitor was nowhere to be seen as they struggled through the snow toward hagrid, who stood waiting for them on the edge of the forest. he did not present a reassuring sight; the bruises that had been purple on saturday night were now tinged with green and yellow and some of his cuts still seemed to be bleeding. elara could not understand this: gad gagrid perhaps been attacked by some creature whose venom prevented the wounds it inflicted from healing? as though to complete the ominous picture, hagrid was carrying what looked like half a dead cow over his shoulder.
"we're workin' in here today!" hagrid called happily to the approaching students, jerking his head back at the dark trees behind him. "bit more sheltered! anyway, they prefer the dark. . . ."
"what prefers the dark?" elara heard draco say sharply to crabbe and goyle, a trace of panic in his voice. "what did he say prefers the dark — did you hear?"
"ready?" said hagrid happily, looking around at the class. "right, well, i've bin savin' a trip inter the forest fer yer fifth year. thought we'd go an' see these creatures in their natural habitat. Now, what we're studyin' today is pretty rare, i reckon i'm probably the on'y person in britain who's managed ter train 'em —"
"and you're sure they're trained, are you?" said draco, the panic in his voice even more pronounced now. "only it wouldn't be the first time you'd brought wild stuff to class, would it?"
the slytherins murmured agreement and a few gryffindors looked as though they thought draco had a fair point too.
" 'course they're trained," said hagrid, scowling and hoisting the dead cow a little higher on his shoulder.
"so what happened to your face, then?" demanded draco.
"mind yer own business!" said hagrid, angrily. "now if yeh've finished askin' stupid questions, follow me!"
he turned and strode straight into the forest. Nobody seemed much disposed to follow. elara glanced at harry, ron, and hermione, who sighed but nodded, and the four of them set off after hagrid, leading the rest of the class.
they walked for about ten minutes until they reached a place where the trees stood so closely together that it was as dark as twilight and there was no snow on the ground at all. hagrid deposited his half a cow with a grunt on the ground, stepped back, and turned to face his class again, most of whom were creeping toward him from tree to tree, peering around nervously as though expecting to be set upon at any moment.
