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<div class="lhlyr1">a wizard, o' course </div>
<div class="lhlyr2">AN' A THUMPIN' GOOD'UN I'D SAY</div>
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<div class="lhpb">"What do yeh think, Fang?" <br><br>

Silence. Hagrid looked behind him to the slobbery boarhound, who was even more slobbery than usual. Long strands of saliva slipped from his grey hanging jaws. He frowned at the dog and raised his eyes to the ceiling. "Well tha' don't help," he muttered hoarsely, trying to keep his voice down. This was especially hard for him, like trying to muffle the sounds of a tractor or a plane taking off. Muttering wasn't usually in his vocal range. But at the same time, neither was hiding in an alleyway one of his usual hobbies. <br><br>

Now you see, Hagrid thought to himself, it sounds awful when you put it like that. It sounded sketchy, didn't it? No one hung around in alleyways because they liked to, because they fancied it, because 'well there's nothing interesting on TV'. It didn't exactly give off a nice atmosphere. He was reminded of Knockturn Alley, and the dark magic shops full of dark objects that used to be along its length - or the shadowy wizards and witches who used to frequent them. It sounded like you're doing something nefarious by just mentioning you were in an alleyway. And he was, if you counted low-key stalking as nefarious. <br><br>

And that sounded awful as well! The half giant should just have kept his mouth shut, really. He looked away from Fang and towards the person he was following, thumbing the little book in his hands restlessly, passing it from hand to hand. He had to do something. He couldn't just stand here. But for the moment he didn't know what to do, paralysed by his own indecision. "It has ter be 'er," he whispered to Fang. It was cold but he didn't even notice it. "I've seen all the pictures from back then." He peered out, watching the woman as she crossed the road. Fang whined. "Shh." He didn't take his eyes off the woman he was following, as if scared she was going to disappear entirely. He'd never forgive himself if that happened, if he let this chance go away. He squinted at her. Was that her? Really? <br><br>

Oh God. What if he got it wrong? Excitement and anxiety chased their tails in his stomach at the very thought. What if he was only seeing what he wanted to see? It would be awful if this was the wrong person, if he'd been following someone for no reason at all. He hardly believed it when he saw her. Hagrid hadn't been looking for any of his childhood heroes as he went around Storybrooke. Looking out for friends, maybe, from his own time, but not anyone like her or Newt or any of the other friendly faces that to a geeky ten year old were like gold dust. But he was beginning to accept people from Storybrooke could come from anywhere, and he so badly wanted to think that she was actually Queenie Goldstein, the actual Queenie Goldstein, friends with Newt Scamander and skilled Legilimens and and and - <br><br>

There was only one way to find out. The keeper of keys took a deep breath, steeled his courage and hurried out, quickly overtaking her and getting in her way. "Oh - hello," he said breathlessly. Oh God. This was actually happening. He looked at the woman with wide eyes and a wide friendly grin reached across his face. This had to be her, surely. She looked just like her and everything, in all the old photographs! I'm talking to Queenie Goldstein. Talking. To. Queenie. Goldstein. A genuinely starstruck look came across the keeper of keys and for a moment he forgot he had to actually explain what he was doing, just staring at her like she was a ghost - or the best thing to ever happen to him. He was like a schoolboy all over again. Fang gave him a nudge with his nose and Hagrid started, almost dropping his little autograph book. "Um - um - I'm sorry. Can I ask you something?" <br><br>

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<div class="lhlyr1">don’ mind if it wriggles a bit, </div>
<div class="lhlyr2">STILL GOT A COUPLE O’ DORMICE IN ONE O’ THE POCKETS </div>
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<div class="lhpb"> "Do yeh see ‘im, Fang?" <br><br>

A cute little critter, this one was. Not that he'd had much more than a passing glimpse, but Hagrid thought everything was cute. Scrawny with a matted brown coat, he was, but those were things that Hagrid could fix pretty easily. It would take a bit more than that to stop him going after a furry friend. A nice soak in the tub for this little man and he’d be all spick and span, and Fang, Hagrid was sure, wouldn’t mind sharing his food with a guest (Fang, by this point was immensely tired of his master’s eccentricities, just put up with it for an easy life). <br><br>

Logic told Hagrid to keep this little friend only for a few days, given he had about only half his hut standing in a vaguely legal fashion and there was barely enough room to swing a cat as it was. But Hagrid didn’t really pay attention to logic on a general basis. Logic tended to tell him to do sensible things, like ‘don’t put the werewolf cubs under the bed, Hagrid’, and ‘don’t host a tea party for the blast-ended skrewts, Hagrid’, and 'don't do anything remotely fun with dangerous critters that could actually kill you, Hagrid'. Just spoiled his fun, honestly. <br><br>

So no, he was sure this would be a forever home for this little sweetheart. As soon as he found him, that was, but even though he hadn't met the little love he couldn’t help getting attached. <br><br>

So it came that Hagrid was holding a steak the size of a dinnerplate, waving it around and sloshing juices everywhere while calling out ‘here, doggy doggy’ in the forest. Not very dignified, but if Hagrid was going for dignified then he was seventy odd years too late. He was looking under every bush. "Come on, lil' one," he called out, squinting through a shrub. He got up to his full height, wincing a bit at his creaking joints, and continued his hunt. Fang trailed behind him, possibly wondering in his canine thoughts where it had all gone wrong. "Here doggy doggy! Look at what I'vvvvve got!' He waved the steak enthusiastically. Fang's head dipped in time with the steak and licked his chops. Hagrid shook his head disapprovingly. "Not fer yeh, Fang. Come on, I won' harm yeh, it's alrigh'..." <br><br>

He hoped his little friend hadn't gone too far. He'd seen him just outside the park, rummaging through some bins. Hagrid had been a bit too excited in approaching, it seemed - because the little terrier had run through Storybrooke into the safe refuge of the forest. Aww. He was just scared, wasn't he? Poor little chap. The keeper of keys would have him safe and sound in no time at all...once he found him. Rather important distinction there. And for that - for that - he'd have to go offroad. Enter Hagrid stage left, wrangler of creatures great and small, cuddler of all and obviously survivalist extraordinaire. <br><br>

The half giant crept off the path with all of the subtlety of a bull elephant and into a small wooded area, a bit off the path where the foliage was that bit more wild with thick undergrowth and more trees. It was thicker than the rest, with gnarled old roots and a clump of shrubs. This was where he'd go if he were a dog, he reasoned. Somewhere hidden and safe and out of plain si - <br><br>

There! One little doggy, safe and sound. Hagrid beamed, before coming up to the dog. "Hello doggy," he said gently, smiling. Aww. He was cute. The little terrier looked up, but this time stood stock still. The keeper of keys waved the steak invitingly. "I'm here to take you home." <br><br>

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<div class="lhlyr1">what’s comin’ will come, </div>
<div class="lhlyr2">AN’ WE’LL MEET IT WHEN IT DOES</div>
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<div class="lhpb">Hagrid was beginning to get to know Storybrooke a bit better now - its nooks and crannies, the best places to for a drink and the best places to walk Fang. He was beginning to like the little town even more as he reunited with people, knowing that around every corner could be someone he once knew and had since lost. He was away from only real home he'd had since he was thirteen but it didn't feel like that, not around familiar faces - and new friends. <br><br>

But of all the places in Storybrooke, the keeper of keys hadn't felt more at home than in the animal shelter. There was the forest, of course, which to him was a home away from home, but that wasn't quite like the Forbidden Forest, which warranted its own capital letters. No; he much preferred the pet shelter, where he was amongst his beloved animals, and where poor dogs lived out their days without a loving owner. <br><br>

Because that, in Hagrid's mind, would soon change. <br><br>

Fang needed a friend now that they were in a new land together, he reflected. The boarhound had just trailed behind him all the time, whimpering to himself and scared of his own shadow. And it was the half-giant's way of doing some good and gaining a new friend. These animals weren't on the same level as his beloved Norbert or Buckbeak, but they were still critters without a home. So when he passed the shelter again Hagrid pushed open the door without a moment's thought, stooping through the doorframe. No dog deserved to live in a place like this, and if it was up to him then one of them wouldn't have to anymore. His mind was already buzzing with name ideas. Maybe he could go down the scary-appendage route like he had with Fang, get a Claw or a Tooth... <br><br>

He looked around, squinting towards the counter. There didn't appear to be anyone there. "Ello?" he called out, glancing about. Towards the kennels he could hear dogs barking in their cages and he winced at their frantic yelps. Not long now - and then he'd be bringing one home. The thought was a consolation and he looked back to the counter, only to hear scrabbling noises behind it. A hand emerged from behind, trying to gather something up. "Oh!" He stepped forward with feet the size of baby dolphins, going round to find himself looking at a woman. "Can I help with tha'?" <br><br>
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<div class="rhlyr1">codswallop,</div>
<div class="rhlyr2">in my opinion</div>
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<div class="rhpb">Contrary to the rhyme, the old man definitely wasn't snoring. <br><br>

Old men everywhere snored, but this particular one wasn't. Hagrid approved of naps, but not in the middle of the day and, indeed, in the middle of town. That would draw a few eyebrows even in Storybrooke. And who decided to go for a nap in the middle of a rainstorm? <br><br>

He was hurrying along. The rain was slanting sideways, darting across his vision. Or what he could see, anyway. The half giant lifted an arm to wipe the water out of his eyes, squinting through the screen of cascading silver to the dim forms of buildings beyond - identifiable in broad daylight, maybe, but reduced to shadows of their former selves amid the deluge. He was bent down, almost hunchbacked as he ran, as if he could make himself small and the rain wouldn't notice he was there. Fat chance of that. The wind was as freezing as the rain was deafening, whipping around him and nipping at his clothes. They clung to him, heavy with bogged down water and sloshing with every long stride. The leaves were slickly slippery but with each hit of a big boot into the puddles water splashed up over him, flecking his beaverskin coat with tiny beads of water.<br><br>

Well, he thought to himself, the rain's the same as back home. That's one thing. <br><br>

The flight through the deluge wasn't helped by what he was holding above his head. The umbrella wasn't really Hagrid-sized at all, or enchanted to keep the rain off. It was straggly, small - and was also bright pink. It was a speck of bubblegum amid a grey screen, bobbing to and fro as the keeper of keys lurched through the storm, and almost blown out of his hand. He yanked it back, tugging it into shape before jogging onwards. Fang wasn't helping. Whining in long, sad strains the boarhound was trotting after him, almost getting underfoot. "Outta the way, Fang!" Hagrid could barely hear himself. This wasn't a patter of rain - this was a drumbeat, incessant and rapping against the pavement. He risked a glance upwards, looking at the brooding clouds overhead. <br><br>

But that was when he spotted it. There was a store, a little further up - bright lettering showing up in the gloom like a lighthouse. Putting on a burst of speed Hagrid barged through the door into a brightly lit space with aisles and shelves and dryness. He shut the door behind him, taking a sigh of relief. Water plopped down onto the floor, running off his clothes in rivulets. "Phew." Fang shook, sending but more in his direction, but he was looking outside. Water droplets raced each other down the window, condensation from the heating in here clouding up the glass - but the keeper of keys could still see the wave of trees blown by the wind. It was only getting worse. "Got 'ere just in time," he muttered to himself, wiping the back of his hand across his forehead and leaving a streak of water there. <br><br>

That wasn't the only thing getting worse, though. A weird noise like the spark of electricity came to his attention and he looked down. His umbrella was shaking, a sort of metal smell coming from it. "Oh no," he muttered to himself under his breath. He tried to knock the umbrella against the ground, like knocking a TV remote to try to get it to work. If anything the opposite was what he wanted now. "Come on," he urged it. "Don't do this to me now..." <br><br>

But it was. It was sparking away to itself like a small pack of fireworks, little specks of bright light erupting from it's tip. In fact waving it around seemed to make it worse. It only cracked louder and louder, one spark red, another a vivid blue. Fang got one on his nose and sneezed. Hagrid waved it around, until looked around a little helplessly. Water always upset this thing. God knew why. Probably just the indecency of being snapped and shoved up an umbrella, but that was no excuse to be so stroppy. "Stop it," he muttered to it, like it was a disobedient dog. "Bloody thing. Stop it, or I'll - I'll do something," he threatened, knowing absolutely nothing about what he that something was. "Shh." But the umbrella was still firing colours, and with one blast of what looked like a miniature rainbow some pill boxes came off the shelves. <br><br>
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<div class="lhlyr1">See that?</div>
<div class="lhlyr2">THINGS THESE MUGGLES DREAM UP, EH? </div>
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<div class="lhpb"> Really, they did have the biggest collection of animal books here. Hagrid had never seen so many in Flourish and Blotts. The half giant was happily going between the shelves, picking out books as he went along - only for his eyes to brighten as he reached out to get another and another, adding to the pile already in his broad hands (How To Clean Dragon Teeth: Dental Hygiene for Big Reptiles, among others).<br><br>

No, this was much better than what he was used to. They didn't even stock his rarer magical animal books in Flourish, apart from the Newt Scamander staple of Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, which he had devoured at the tender, but nonetheless big-boned, age of twelve. He knew the book inside out, back to front - and although he loved that name of Newt Scamander like the kind of grandfather he'd never met, he had twisted on what Newt'd said every so often. But what if he wanted to know about dragons or cerberii, or even the odd muggle animal? No can do, the owner of Flourish always said. Go look elsewhere. And he had! So he had. Here in Storybrooke they had all kinds of books. It didn't matter they weren't about magical animals; they were still books about animals. And he was quite determined to take them all home. <br><br>

The sheer volume of tomes in his hands should have felled a twenty year old but he had no sign of stopping. Under the half giant's arm was the title Newts: Large Axolotls? and How To Care For Your Lobster, the latter of which was full of big lobster pictures on the front. He didn't have a lobster nor an axolotl nor a newt, but he still wanted to read them. There was also a dictionary, which Hagrid thought would be very useful. He had no one to write here to and he certainly didn't have an owl (only Fang, but the last time Hagrid had tried to send a letter via dog he'd just eaten the letter whole), but it always helped in case he had to spell a long word. <br><br>

Hagrid was on his way to the checkout desk when suddenly something small and fast came skipping round the corner. Before he could avoid it or step aside Hagrid went straight into a haze of silver-white hair with a grunt. "Oi!" His books went everywhere, scattering over the floor in a haze of animal books and nature manuals - and the dictionary, which landed straight on his toe. Biting back a curse the half giant almost went to bend down to retrieve them, only to pause as he looked down at the person he'd bumped into. His eyes widened. He knew that hair, accustomed as he was from looking at people from above. The pain aside, the keeper of keys burst into a smile. "Hello Luna!"<br><br>

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