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Realizing Hagrid loves animals so much is because people were really mean to him and he didn't have friends, but animals never judged him.

Realizing when Fred died, his spoon fell off Mrs. Weasley's clock.

Bellatrix not meaning to kill Sirius, that the spell she used pushed him back but when he took that step back, he went into the arch way. She didn't want to kill her cousin. (In the movie she used the killing curse but in the book she didn't)

Draco grew up with Dobby, then probably not knowing that Dobby died.

Professor McGonagall sent the Slytherins to the dungeon so they didn't have to watch their parent murder their classmates or watch the other kids hurting their parents. (Also that they weren't forced to join the fight along with their parents against their friends)

Snape had to kill the closest thing he had to a friend so Draco didn't have to do it. (Also that a piece of Draco's innocence was still taken because he still had to watch Dumbledore be killed)

Hermione having to erase herself from her family's memories to protect them and after surviving the war, she had no family to go home to except her chosen family.

A lot of the adults in Harry's lives didn't love or hate him for who he was but the memory of his mom or dad. (ex: "You have your mother's eyes", "You look just like your father", "Good one, James")

When Voldemort killed that professor, Draco had to watch someone he saw all the time, begging for her life and get murdered. He was just a scared kid not knowing what to do.

Everyone around Harry feel bad about his parents dying, but people don't linger on his daily emotional abuse he endured at the Dursleys'. No birthdays, no pictures of his childhood or his parents, he wasn't even allowed to ask questions at all, so didn't know anything about his parents at all.

Harry was harassed and jumped at school because Dudley couldn't leave him alone and even Dudley's friends were harassing him.

Hagrid got expelled for something that wasn't even proved and he still did everything he could for that school and when we found out the truth in the Chamber of Secrets, there was no acknowledge of it, no apologies, no one saying maybe he should be able to use magic and and maybe continuing his education.

The amount of PTSD that no one ever mentions.

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FINALLY SOMEONE WHO SHIPS THEM OMG 😭❤️❤️

hagrid and olympe ❤️

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I will never not be obsessed with Dean's reaction to Hagrid

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Thank you, professor.

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Fagrid

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Rest in peace to an absolute treasure, Dame Maggie Smith.

They’ve been reunited 🤍

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"I've always wanted to see an interaction between Hagrid and Snape at school. So I made this drawing.

I need to pay this month’s bills, so I’m opening commissions 2/5

Please Dm

[basiatlu]

Day 28: Pumpkin 🎃

Hagrid spent every muggy summer tending to the pumpkin patch in preparation for the annual jack-o-lantern display he carved for the students to spectate in October. The bigger the better to see from the castle’s grand stained-glass windows.

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Now I'm imagining the events during Chamber of Secrets, when Hagrid is taken to Azkaban. He’s thrown into a cell across from Sirius Black. They don’t speak, just stare. The dementors aura have reduced Hagrid to a state of silent, wide-eyed terror. Sirius, though gaunt and wasting away after eleven years in prison, recognizes Hagrid. He knows who Hagrid is—remembers him as the one who carried Harry to Dumbledore all those years ago. Sirius knows that Hagrid must know Harry.

But time has changed Sirius. He’s no longer the man Hagrid might have recognized. It’s clear the half-giant doesn’t realize who is sitting across from him behind the bars. A few hours go by and Sirius can’t help himself.

"Is he safe?" Sirius rasps, his voice rough and cracked from disuse.

Hagrid jerks his head up, startled. His thick eyebrows knit together as he stares at the man, the familiarity of his face finally clicking. Recognition dawns, but Hagrid doesn’t speak. Instead, he turns his head away, refusing to meet Sirius’s eyes.

Sirius, ever relentless, doesn’t back down. "A bit of advice from a friendly convict; time passes faster in this hellhole if you talk."

"I’ve nothin’ ter say ter you," Hagrid growls, his voice dangerous.

"I know you think I killed them," Sirius replies evenly. His tone is calm, almost resigned. "I good as did. But the guards whispered before you even got here. They say you’re here because of students being petrified. I’m not stupid enough to believe you actually killed anyone. But something in Hogwarts is targeting the kids." Sirius’ voice drops to a whisper, heavy with desperation. "Is the boy safe?"

Hagrid turns his head again, his voice dripping with disgust. "Unfortunately for you, the boy lives."

"I know he lives," Sirius snaps, his tone sharp. "Is he safe?"

Hagrid hesitates, thinking of Dumbledore’s recent dismissal from Hogwarts. The board of governors voted him out after Hermione went under. Not that the board of governors gave two shits about Hermione. Without Dumbledore there, Harry is exposed, vulnerable in ways Hagrid doesn’t want to think about. Slowly, his anger softens, replaced by a deep, gnawing worry.

“He’s like his mother,” Hagrid murmurs into the gloom of the cells, his voice heavy with affection. “Kind, empathetic, and a bit cheeky when he needs ter be.”

For the first time in eleven years, Sirius feels tears sting his eyes, the words cutting through his despair like a blade.

Hagrid continues, his voice quieter now. “He plays Quidditch like James—only he’s a Seeker. And he’s brilliant at it. Does well in classes, too. He’s got his father’s courage, through and through.”

Sirius’s voice wavers as he asks again, for the final time, "Is he safe?"

Hagrid meets his gaze, his own grief barely concealed. “No,” he says, his words laced with bitterness. “He’ll never be safe again. No thanks to you.”

Sirius remains silent until the human guards return, their heavy footsteps echoing through the grim halls. They stop at Hagrid’s cell, unlocking the door with a loud clang. One of them is an auror Sirius recognized. Moody.

“Harry Potter cleared your name,” Moody says gruffly, “Albus Dumbledore and the board have asked we escort you back to Hogwarts, Hagrid.”

“Harry?” Hagrid gasps, taking in a deep breath. “How?”

Moody flicks a look back to Sirius cell, knowing exactly who Sirius is, before glancing back to Hagrid as the half giant stood up. “It seems Potter has once again defeated a dark wizard. I might as well set up a desk for him at the Ministry, he’s got more balls than half my team.”

No one sees Sirius’ mouth lift into a smile in the shadows.

As Hagrid is escorted out, his massive frame stooped under the weight of the air thick with dementor despair, Sirius finally speaks.

“I’m glad I gave Harry to you that night,” he says.

Hagrid pauses mid-step, his shoulders tensing. For a moment, he doesn’t turn, doesn’t respond. Moody places a hand on Hagrid’s forearm, glaring back at Sirius’ wasted form. Then, without looking back, Hagrid lets Moody and the guards lead him away into the shadows.

A few weeks later, Sirius asked the Minister of Magic politely for the crossword.

And the rest of this is history.

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🎃Rubeus Hagrid🎃

Larger than life and a heart to match it :) I love Hagrid. He's so amazing. Despite all the tragedy in his life, he remains a friend to all. He is so positive and happy about little things; even though he knows darkness, he chooses to live in the light. We could all use a little Hagrid in our life 💛

I love how hardworking he is and how much he cares about the school and the students. He makes sure there are pumpkins with the Halloween feast, he takes care of the creatures in the forest, he invites Harry and his friends over for tea and a chat, because he knows Harry didn't have anyone looking out for him at the Dursleys. We don't deserve this man! 🧡🥹⚡️

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The fact that someone like JK Rowling created a character like Harry Potter completely baffles me

Harry Potter who was outraged when the magical community wouldn't accept a werewolf at Hogwarts

Harry Potter who regularly had tea with the half giant groundskeeper

Harry Potter who at 12 years old freed a house elf from his abusive master and then five years later insisted on giving that same house elf a proper burial

Harry has his flaws, but what always stood out to me about him was how tolerant and accepting he was. There were plenty of people he didn't like, but that was always because of who they were as a person. It's even made a point in the series that he maintained relationships with groups who were not usually friendly with wizards (probably because of past mistreatment) like ghosts and centaurs. So, how such a bigoted and close-minded person created him is beyond me.

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hogwarts moodboard 🏰🪄

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Unintended Witness

Summary: Hagrid was only looking for one of his usual strange creatures, now lost somewhere in the castle... but what he found behind Snape's door wasn’t his mooncalf — it was something scandalously more untimely than he ever could’ve expected.

Part I & Part II

A/N: Just a short little piece I had fun writing from Hagrid’s point of view. Hope you enjoy it as much as I did!

Warnings: None

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The night had grown thick over Hogwarts. A damp wind slipped through the cracks in the castle stone, and the torches flickered with a faint, complaining hiss. Outside, the howls of some distant creature drifted through the trees, but inside the castle, all was silent… except for Hagrid’s heavy footsteps.

He had been wandering for hours — through corridors, corners, broom closets, and empty classrooms. Moony didn’t usually wander off this far. She was playful, yes, a little slippery at times, but she always came back when she was hungry or cold. This time, she hadn’t.

“Where’ve you gone off to, little one…?” Hagrid murmured to himself, pausing at the base of a spiral staircase.

By now, he had only one place left to check: the dungeons.

With a lantern swinging from his hand, he descended the stone steps slowly, his boots echoing down the damp hallway. He knew it was late. And that not everyone would be thrilled to see him roaming around down here.

He passed the Potions classroom door. Nothing. The air smelled of damp stone and old brews. No trace of Moony.

Until he stopped in front of a tall door made of dark wood: Professor Snape’s chambers.

Hagrid hesitated. Maybe it was overkill, but… what if the little one had slipped inside, drawn by a scent or the warmth?

He knocked gently at first. Waited. Nothing.

He knocked again, more firmly. Still nothing.

With a sigh, he raised his fist once more and gave a third knock, not quite realizing the strength behind it. The wood groaned faintly under the impact.

Finally, the door creaked open with a dry whisper. Just enough to let out a sliver of warm light from within… and reveal half of Professor Snape’s face.

“What in Merlin’s name do you want?” Snape muttered, voice rough with sleep, though clearly trying not to speak too loudly.

“Sorry, Professor,” Hagrid said quietly, inadvertently lifting the lantern and shining it right into Snape’s face.

Snape flinched, eyes narrowing instantly with irritation as if the light had physically struck him.

“Oh— sorry… didn’t mean to,” Hagrid muttered, lowering the lantern at once.

Snape didn’t answer, but his expression was all the response Hagrid needed.

“I’m lookin’ for Moony. My mooncalf. She went missin’ earlier today, and I’ve been searchin’ the castle ever since. I thought maybe... well, maybe she wandered in here without you noticin’.”

Snape stared at him with that trademark look of impatient skepticism, eyes half-lidded. His dark hair hung loose and slightly mussed, shadowing his face. He clearly had no interest in entertaining such an idea.

“A mooncalf,” he repeated, as though the word itself tasted offensive.

“Yes, sir. Small, grey, round eyes. Sweet as can be. She likes warm corners to curl up in…”

Snape narrowed the door slightly, as if that alone might end the conversation. But Hagrid, moved by concern more than manners, instinctively placed a large hand against the wood. With almost no effort, he nudged it open just a bit farther.

“I don’t mean to intrude,” he said earnestly. “Just a quick look, in case she’s here…”

But what he saw as he peeked inside stopped him cold.

The room was dimly lit by a single candle. The air was warm, touched by a soft, unfamiliar scent. And on the large bed, tangled in rumpled sheets, a woman lay sleeping on her side — pale, peaceful, barely covered, her breathing slow and deep.

Hagrid froze, blinking. A fierce blush rose up his neck, and he stumbled back at once, nearly tripping over his own feet.

“Oh— Merlin! I’m so sorry, Professor... I didn’t know you were… occupied,” he stammered, eyes fixed firmly to the floor as if that might undo what he’d seen.

The door shut immediately, not slammed, but pushed with that slow, chilling finality that spoke of restrained fury.

When it opened again, just a crack — just enough for Snape’s face to appear in the narrow slit — his eyes burned with silent outrage. Yet he still spoke, in that low, blade-sharp voice of his:

“Listen carefully, Hagrid,” he said, each word crisp and precise. “There is no creature here. No mooncalf. No furred thing, no slimy thing, and absolutely nothing that belongs to you.”

Hagrid opened his mouth, but no words came. He simply nodded, slowly, still red as a beetroot.

“Am I clear?” Snape added, even softer, each syllable sharpened by the effort to avoid waking the figure behind him.

“Y-yes, sir… I didn’t mean to… just thought maybe…”

“You thought wrong,” Snape cut in. “Good night.”

And the door closed with final, decisive quiet.

Hagrid stood there for a moment, facing the carved wood, mouth slightly open, hat in hand, heart thudding just a little faster than usual. That awkward, sinking feeling settled in — the one that comes when you’ve accidentally crossed into someone’s private world. He hadn’t meant to see anything. But he had.

“Moony… wherever yeh are, yeh better show up soon, before I stick my foot in it again,” he muttered, before turning away and walking off at a brisker pace, the lantern swinging gently at his side.

The morning had dawned damp, with a fine drizzle that felt more like mist than rain. The stone steps of the castle were slick, and the ground gave a soft crunch under Hagrid’s boots as he stood near the main entrance, his gaze lost in the distant trees.

In his hands, he held an old blanket—the same one he used to wrap Moony in when she was just a baby. His heart still felt a little tight, though he did his best to hide it.

Professor McGonagall’s voice pulled him out of his thoughts.

“Good morning, Rubeus.”

“Professor,” Hagrid replied, lifting his eyes with a gentle nod. “Lovely day for findin’ absolutely nothin’.”

She raised an eyebrow.

“Still no sign of your creature?”

Hagrid sighed and rubbed his beard.

“Not a trace. Like the castle swallowed her whole. I’ve been all over Hogwarts… every corridor, every empty room. I even went up to the Astronomy Tower, the east wing, the greenhouses...even squeezed through that portrait corridor where they’re always grumblin’, you know the one?”

Minerva nodded patiently.

“Even went down into the dungeons… ended up knockin’ on Professor Snape’s chambers.”

She turned her head slightly, just enough to show interest.

“He didn’t answer at first, but I kept at it. And when he finally opened up… well, I think I might’ve caught him at a bad time. There was a woman with him. Sleepin’. A very beautiful woman, if I may say so.”

The effect was immediate.

“Excuse me?” McGonagall said, suddenly bolt upright, eyes wide behind her glasses.

Hagrid blinked.

“Yes… well,” he stammered, lowering his voice a little, “she was in his bed. Didn’t get a good look, of course, she was covered up… just saw her back. I didn’t mean to stare, no ma’am. I apologized straight away and left. I was just lookin’ for Moony.”

“A woman… in his chambers?” McGonagall repeated, and there was nothing theatrical in her disbelief—it was pure, stunned astonishment.

And now Hagrid did flush. Not like a child caught misbehaving, but like someone who just realized they might’ve said something they shouldn’t have.

“I didn’t mean... I wasn’t tryin’ to interrupt or... tell tales out of turn,” he said quickly. “It was just a glance, Professor. Don’t even know who she was. But yes… she was there.”

Minerva looked at him hard, as if weighing every word, or perhaps hoping one might prove false on its own.

“Are you absolutely certain of what you saw, Rubeus?”

He nodded, regretfully.

“I am, Professor.”

The silence that followed was thick. Wind whistled through the empty corridor. Then McGonagall slowly smoothed her cloak, as though restraining a stronger reaction.

“Thank you for telling me. I hope you find your creature soon.”

And without another word, she turned with measured grace and made her way back into the castle.

But Hagrid remained still, with the creeping feeling that he’d just stirred the waters of a very deep lake.

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EXPECTO PATRONUM!!

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Snape was definetely a bitch to his students, but at least he was a somewhat responsible teacher. He'd make his students scrub cauldrons or clean nasty potion ingredients for detention, but it wasn't him who sent 1st year students over to Hagrid's to wander around the Forbidden Forest at night ON THEIR OWN with only a dog at their side, while something unknown is attacking other creatures.

Y'all call Snape a terrible teacher for being scary and mean and abusing a toad, but I don't see anyone uttering a word about Hagrid and McGonagall literally endangering children's lives: McGonagall for thinking that sending 1st year students who had 0 experience in defense and fighting to accompany Hagrid into the Forbidden Forest at night was a reasonable detention (note: students had been warned multiple times to not enter it as it was a very dangerous place). And Hagrid. He deserves his own post on that scene alone.

Bro would have been dead furious if 11 year old Malfoy had told him about Hagrid separating him and Neville in the Forbidden Forest at night with only a dog as "protection" while some creature was actively hunting.