Ron wanted to meet Hagrid as well, and so, friday at five to three, they left the castle and made their way across the grounds. Hagrid lived in a small wooden house on the edge of the forbidden forest. A crossbow and a pair of galoshes were outside the front door.
When Harry knocked they heard a frantic scrabbling from inside and several booming barks. Then Hagrid's voice rang out, saying, "Back, Fang, back."
Hagrid's big, hairy face appeared in the crack as he pulled the door open.
"Hang on," he said. "Back, Fang."
He let them in, struggling to keep a hold on the collar of an enormous black boarhound.
There was only one room inside. Hams and pheasants were hanging from the ceiling, a copper kettle was boiling on the open fire, and in the corner stood a massive bed with a patchwork quilt over it.
"Make yerselves at home," said Hagrid, letting go of Fang, who bounded straight at Ron and started licking his ears. Like Hagrid, Fang was clearly not as fierce as he looked.
"This is Ron," Harry told Hagrid, who was pouring boiling water into a large teapot and putting rock cakes onto a plate.
"Another Weasley, eh?" said Hagrid, glancing at Ron's freckles. "I spent half my life chasin your twin brothers away from the forest."
The rock cakes were shapeless lumps with raisins that almost broke Ron's teeth, Harry had no such problem.
Hagrid introduced himself and told a few storyes about Harry's parents, the dragonborn was very happy to learn about them, the boys reciprocrated by teling Hagrid all about their first lessons. Fang rested his head on Harry's knee.
Harry and Ron were delighted to hear Hagrid call Filch "an old git".
"And as for that cat, Mrs. Norris, I'd like to introduce her to Fang sometime. Do you know, every time I go up to the school, she follows me everywhere? Can't get rid of her, Filch puts her up to it."
Harry told Hagrid about Snape's lesson. Hagrid, like Ron, told Harry not to worry about it, that Snape liked hardly any of the students not from slitherin.
"He also seemed to target me more then the others. At the start of the class he made me a series of questions about potions before he even taught us anything, when I answered them right because I read ahead, he deducted points because of my chin." Harry said.
"Cheek." Corrected Ron.
"Rubbish!" said Hagrid. "Why should he target you more then others?"
Yet Harry couldn't help thinking that Hagrid didn't quite meet his eyes when he said that.
"How's yer brother Charlie?" Hagrid asked Ron. "I liked him a lot, great with animals."
"Don't change the subject. You know something, don't you?" Harry interrupted Ron who was about to answer Hagrid's question.
"I don't know what you are talking about." Hagrid looked everywhere but Harry's eyes and was sweating up a storm. He was a very bad liar.
Harry diden't like to use this ability of his too much, but now seems like he would need it.
Harry build up magical energy on his throat, and said 3 words. The 3 words were laced in an ancient and powerfull magic, foreign to the wizarding world.
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"Please tell me. [persuade]" (A/N: gottcha :P )
"Fine." Hagrid was persuaded. "Back in the day, your father and Snape had a bit of a rivelry going, well, more like hated each other's guts. He may not like the fact that you are his enemie's son. Now can we get back to talking about Charlie? I've heard he was working in a dragon farm."
That got Harry's attention away from the Snape topic.
Ron then proceeded to tell Hagrid and Harry all about Charlie's work with dragons, Harry was disapointed to learn that dragons were mere beasts here and how weak they are in comparison to the mighthy dragons he had slain in skyrim. He wondered if he should teach a dragon how to speak.
'A human teaching a dragon how to speak, how the tables have turned.' The dragonborn thought with a laugh.