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Rubeus Hagrid ([info]beware_my_fang) wrote in [info]vox_lacuna,
@ 2007-12-06 08:03:00

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Entry tags:pensieve, rubeus hagrid

Rubeus Hagrid, 14 June 1943, Pensieve Memory
Name: Rubeus Hagrid
Format: Pensieve Memory
Date:14 June 1943
Relevance: Hagrid is expelled for allegedly opening the Chamber of Secrets




When I left my home and my family, I was no more than a boy
In the company of strangers
In the quiet of the railway station...


Rubeus Hagrid was down at the lake, throwing stones, when one of the house elves appeared and told him that the Headmaster wanted to see him. Hagrid gulped and nodded. It was a beautiful June morning with the sun shining brightly, a few high white clouds breaking up the blue of the sky, but Hagrid suddenly felt chilled. He wasn’t surprised by the summons. He just didn’t know what was going to happen. He plodded miserably up to the school and scarcely noticed that it seemed deserted. The gargoyle that guarded the entrance to the Headmasters office turned aside without a word, obviously expecting him. Hagrid concentrated on the narrow, moving steps, staring down at them dejectedly. He stepped off at the top and stood before the polished oak door to the office. He swallowed hard, and then knocked gently.

“Enter.” The headmaster called out and Hagrid opened the door, ducking to go inside.

Hagrid had never been in the Headmasters office, but he’d certainly heard about it and he looked around the large room curiously. The curtains were closed, shutting out the view of the Quidditch pitch and the office was lit by two torches. Hagrid had heard about the portraits of previous Heads that hung in the office, but all the frames behind the huge desk were empty. He wondered where they had all gone.

Armando Dippet, seated behind the enormous claw-footed desk, looked up from a parchment he had been writing on.

“Ah Hagrid,” he said, a touch of malice in his tone. “Sit down.” He waved his hand at a narrow bench that had been placed in front of the desk. Hagrid looked at it warily. It didn’t look as if it was strong enough to support his weight, but he didn’t dare to disobey. He gingerly sat on the bench, which creaked alarmingly, but didn’t break. He tried to decide what to do with his legs. The bench was quite low and he either had to stick his legs out so his feet nearly went under the desk, or hitch them up so his knees were nearly up to his ears. Hagrid decided that sprawling in the Headmasters office was a terrible breach of manners so he sat with his knees pulled up. He looked up at Headmaster Dippet, wondering what was going to happen next.

While Hagrid had been doing this, the Headmaster had been watching him through narrowed eyes.

The man hears what he wants to hear and disregards the rest.

Hagrid looked up. Dippet lay down his quill and folded his hands.

“Hagrid,” he began briskly. “It has been brought to my attention that you have been harbouring a dangerous creature in the castle.” It was a statement, not a question, and Hagrid knew exactly who had spoken to the Headmaster. His heart sank, but he took some comfort from the fact that Aragog was no longer in the castle.

“Furthermore,” Dippet continued, rising to his feet and coming round to the front of his desk, “I am told that this creature came from the Chamber of Secrets which you have located and opened.” He glared at Hagrid. “Is this true?”

Hagrid, who had not been expecting such an accusation, could only shake his head mutely. He eyed the Headmaster. Lately he had looked tired and worried, upset by the terrible goings-on that had plagued the school. Now though, he looked alert and some of the worry lines had disappeared from his face.

“Come come Hagrid,” the Headmaster remonstrated. “Tell me what sort of creature it was and where the Chamber is and I promise to go easy on you.” He raised his eyebrows. “Even you can see I’m being entirely reasonable about this whole affair.”

“I didn’t open the Chamber of Secrets,” Hagrid muttered to the floor.

Headmaster Dippet looked at him with disgust. “Hagrid, a girl is dead because of this horrible thing that you’ve done! Come on now, confess!” Twin spots showed on his cheeks.

“I…I know an’ I’m sorry Myrtle’s dead, but yeh’ve got ter believe me Headmaster, he didn’t do it!”

“WHO didn’t do it?! Dippets voice cracked like a whip. “Hagrid, this thing is dangerous and it must be destroyed before it harms anyone else!”

Hagrid looked up. His face was pale and he wrung his hands. “I swear, Headmaster, it wasn’t him what killed Myrtle an’ he didn’t come from the Chamber of Secrets! I dun’t know where it is! Yeh’ve got ter believe me”! He had sworn to himself that he would protect Aragog and he wasn’t going to tell anybody anything about him. He had escaped anyway and even Hagrid didn’t know where he was right now.

“I see no reason to believe anything you say to me.” The slight emphasis on the pronoun told Hagrid that Dippet considered his source of information un-impeachable.

“But…”Hagrid began, but the Headmaster waved it away.

“I thought it was a mistake to allow you to come to Hogwarts.” He told Hagrid, his voice biting. “I’m just sorry it took the death of an innocent child to prove me right. You have no business associating with normal people.

Hagrid flushed at this, but he remained silent.

“Hagrid,” and Armando Dippet’s face was suffused with red now. “If you were just a little older and there wouldn’t be such a scandal, I’d see you in Azkaban!”

Hagrid froze at the mention of the horrible prison. His lips moved soundlessly.

“As it is,” the headmaster continued ruthlessly, “you leave me no choice…” he took a deep breath. “Rubeus Hagrid, in light of the crimes you have committed and your refusal to cooperate with me I hereby expel you from Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry!”

“WHAT?!” Hagrid was dumbfounded. “But yeh can’t! I haven’t done anything!” He almost wailed.

“You aren’t fit for civilised society,” Armando Dippet told him bluntly. “I’ve already had the house-elves pack up your things. I want you out immediately before you do something to hurt someone else.

Hagrid stood up, but his legs wouldn’t support him after the shock he’d just had and he sank back down on the bench, which gave an ominous crack.

Asking only workman’s wages, I come looking for a job, but I get no offers…

“But…where will I go?” Hagrid asked miserably.” What’ll I do?” The farm had been sold after his father’s death and while he had a little money from that, it wasn’t enough to support him for the rest of his life.

The Headmaster pressed his lips together. “That is no concern of mine Hagrid. You’ve made your bed and now you must lie in it. Just not here.” He pointed to the door. “Now get out! I don’t want you anywhere near any students!”

Hagrid rose unsteadily to his feet, his face a picture of abject despair. He turned to leave the room.

“Oh, before you go Hagrid,” Dippet said nastily. “Your wand. Give it to me.”


Hagrid just stared at him, unable to comprehend what the Headmaster had just said.

“Come now, Hagrid! Give me your wand. You’ve been expelled and you are no longer a member in good standing of the Wizarding World. You wand will be broken and I will take a great deal of pleasure in doing the deed.” His eyes glittered meanly.

Hagrid reached into his pocket and took out his wand. He stared at the length of oak for a moment and then laid it very carefully on the Headmasters desk.

Til he cried out in his anger and his shame. I am leaving I am leaving but the fighter still remains.
Yes he remains…


Hagrid turned and walked slowly out of the Headmasters office. He swallowed hard to keep from crying. All he could think of was how glad he was that his father hadn’t lived to see his son disgraced. The stairs took him down to the entrance and Hagrid slowly walked out of the huge doors. He didn’t look behind him and he didn’t see the slender, dark-haired figure smiling evilly as it watched him leave.


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[info]sior_gaisgiel
2007-12-08 07:04 am UTC (link)
Minerva's heard the rumors of course. When she sees Hagrid, looking so very downcast, she puts a hand to her mouth.

"Oh... Rubeus- did they- are you-?"

She likes Hagrid. She can't believe something like this has happened. How could he have been responsible for such a thing.

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[info]beware_my_fang
2007-12-08 01:31 pm UTC (link)
*nods, unable to speak*

*turns away so she won't see that his eyes are filled with tears*

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[info]sior_gaisgiel
2007-12-08 05:05 pm UTC (link)
He's heading in the direction of the front doors.

"You're- it's not Azkaban for you, is it?" she says in hushed tones. Rubeus might have made a mistake, but he's not a Dark wizard. He can't be.

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[info]beware_my_fang
2007-12-09 01:05 pm UTC (link)
*shakes his head and manages in a strangled voice, still not looking at Minerva*

Not Azkaban. He...he...my wand. He took it.

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[info]sior_gaisgiel
2007-12-15 05:10 am UTC (link)
"I'm- I'm sorry, Rubeus," she says, her eyes darting to the stairs. It's distressing, but they wouldn't expel him for no reason.



"Goodbye."

Because there isn't really much else to say.

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[info]lielowwithme
2007-12-13 05:47 am UTC (link)
*shakes his head*
The cruelty of some people never fails to astound me, even after all these years.

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[info]beware_my_fang
2007-12-13 11:23 pm UTC (link)
*quietly, nodding*

Yeh never get used to it. Well, yeh can't really. But...yeh'd like ter think such things didn't matter.

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[info]lielowwithme
2007-12-15 06:59 pm UTC (link)
Not so much didn't matter but that after awhile it might be less painful. But it lingers, doesn't it? Dippet was a bigoted bastard.

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[info]beware_my_fang
2007-12-16 01:23 pm UTC (link)
*sighs*

Some things never stop hurting.

*sharp nod*

Yeh've got that right! Yeh're lucky yeh never had teh deal with him.

*the injustice still stings*

He wunt even listen ter me!

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[info]lielowwithme
2007-12-27 07:06 pm UTC (link)
*nods* I know I am. Very lucky to have Dumbledore take over before I began there.

*inclines his head* People are afraid of difference. They would much rather remain ignorant than encounter truth that proves their perception wrong.

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[info]beware_my_fang
2007-12-29 06:00 pm UTC (link)
*reverently*

Great man Dumbledore.

*sighs again*

True.

Best not ter dwell on it though. At least no ones choppin' down beanstalks at me. *winks*

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[info]exsequeverus
2007-12-16 12:17 am UTC (link)
(not looking terribly interested)
And now matters have been cleared up. So what are you going to do about it?

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[info]beware_my_fang
2007-12-16 01:26 pm UTC (link)
*can't tell if he's being had on or not*

Get a new wand. Try ter teach meself I guess. I've not got much time for tutors.

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[info]exsequeverus
2007-12-16 06:27 pm UTC (link)
(drawls)
Admirable sentiment--assuming you've kept in practice sufficiently to retain your grip, interpret diagrams, and keep an instinct for the pronunciation. Which, given your usual attitude towards pronunciation...

(smacks the brat) You don't even want to know what he's been reading over my shoulder. Although he does feel he's about the only one around here with the right to say that... still... n,n;

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[info]beware_my_fang
2007-12-16 09:30 pm UTC (link)
*flexes his fingers*

There's nothin' wrong with my grip.

An' my old wand dint have any trouble understandin' me so I dunt think a new one will. There're worse accents than mine.

Oh please don't! Hagrid is enjoyin' himself, truly he is! I am anyway. ;)
Yes of course. *whistles innocently*

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[info]exsequeverus
2007-12-16 09:49 pm UTC (link)
(unimpressed)
There is if you think strength has anything to do with it beyond not dropping the thing.

(still unimpressed)
Delightful. Be so good as to say this, as an incantation.
(writes it out (in print, which tends to the runic but is legible) and hands it to him)
Protego Utrimqum

Heh, well, as long as it's that way around. (g)

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[info]beware_my_fang
2007-12-17 12:35 am UTC (link)
*gives him an surely-you-jest look*

I dunt. But droppin' yer wand is never a good idea.

*puzzled*

All right. *leans down and takes the parchment. Squints at it*

*nods and takes a deep breath*

Pro-te-go U-trim-*pauses* cwm?

He (or rather I) did ask for it! Lead on MacDuff! :D

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[info]exsequeverus
2007-12-17 01:01 am UTC (link)
(considers)
It could be a good idea if you think the spell someone's about to cast is an expelliarmus.

(rolls his eyes)
At least proximity to Wales is useful. Oo, you arrogant martyr. There is no Y in U and your stress is all wrong; try that with a wand and you'll lose your whole bedamned beard. How do you expect to learn on your own if you don't have a feel for your incanting tongue or know the most basic rules?
(raps out)
In a two syllable word, which is stressed?

MacDuff is a presumptous little guttersnipe. :D

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[info]beware_my_fang
2007-12-17 01:04 pm UTC (link)
*makes a fist*

Could come in handy yeah.

*properly chastised, mumbles*

Sorry. *fingers his beard* Oh.

*frowns*

Which syllable? Er...the second one, innit?

I can't stand him either but alas, the quote is entirely too applicable in far too many circumstances. *sigh*

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[info]exsequeverus
2007-12-17 04:49 pm UTC (link)
(gives his fist a faintly disgusted look)
...Because if you're going to lose the wand anyway, you may as well not get blasted across the room. Alternately, if you're going to be blasted across the room, it's better if the wand is already there when you land. Accio appropriate stick.
(breaks a couple of twigs off of and tosses him a stick that, while reasonably straight and Hagrid-hand-sized, is clearly not a wand)
Show me something.

'Oh' is right. (changes the subject back) Only it's not oh, it's oo. Try again.

(stares at him)
Maybe if you're casting in Arabic.
(gives him a one-two count to let that sink in)
In a word of more than two syllables, what determines if the stress is on the second- or third-to-last syllable, as a guideline?

Really? I just meant the brat here. ;)

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[info]beware_my_fang
2007-12-18 02:56 am UTC (link)
*nods*

Er...right. Best not ter get blasted at all though.

*takes the stick, his mouth twisting sideways, and holds it like a baton*

Like what Professor?

*nods again*

Right. OO not oh. *glances at the parchment. Pro-te-go *another peek at the parchment* U-trim-coom.

*mouths with no sound*

Arabic?

*confused*

Wait. Yeh said two syllables a minute ago. Dint yeh? *scratches his head* More than two...*tries to think of words but of course draws a blank* Er...I dunt remember.

Somehow, Snape doesn't strike me as MacDuff-ish at all.

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[info]exsequeverus
2007-12-19 03:13 am UTC (link)
It's a last-ditch maneuver at best, of course, but those are useful when you need them.

(shrugs, and if the words are a bit provocative, the tone is entirely matter of fact)
I don't care. Something you remember. Get cute with me and I'll hex you into Tuesday, of course.

The pronunciation is better, but didn't I tell you your stress was wrong? Tell me which word it wasn't wrong for.

(firmly)
Arabic. Ali, emir--irrelevant. In Britain we cast languages of Greek and Latin derivation. Who's the Roman everyone knows, who didn't quite make it to king? Leaves on his head, stabbed to death by his friends, Ides of March?

Yes. You got it wrong, and there were only two possible answers. So we move to more than two.
(writes some more on his paper and shows it to him)
Say these words aloud, please.
Perfunctory Perforate

No, but he's the one laying it on at the moment. n,n
And no, I don't think you would have needed that many cues. ;)

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[info]beware_my_fang
2007-12-19 12:52 pm UTC (link)
I guess it's always good ter have a back-up plan. *shrug*

Never Professor! An' it's just a stick. I can't do anything with it really.

*thinks for a moment the raises the stick*

Engorgio!

Yeah yeh did. *sighs* The second word?

Er...what's his face, er...*snaps his fingers* Julius Caesar!

*mutters*

Drat! Stupid language dunt make any sense!

*looks at the paper suspiciously*

*clears his throat, and 'conducts' with the stick*

Per-func-tory Per-for-ate! *looks at Snape hopefully*

There is that of course. He's enjoying himself hugely, isn't he? :D
I appreciate that. Really. ;)

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[info]exsequeverus
2007-12-19 05:50 pm UTC (link)
At least.

(pauses)
(looks at the stick)
Oh, right. (waves a dismissive hand) Standard precaution.

(watches his movement critically, then transfigures a nearby rock into a wax tablet, and the end of the stick pointier, and hands him the tablet)
Show me what you just did.

(merges this subthread down)

Correct. Note you just said SEEzer, not seeZAR.

(somewhat ambiguous)
Yes. (underlines functo and fora) Tell me the greatest difference between these two pairs of syllables.

He really is; combination of being infected by Bleachfic and feeling like Hagrid's a big boy who doesn't need him to hold back.
Just clarifyin' who's doing the condescendin'. ;)

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[info]beware_my_fang
2007-12-20 12:30 pm UTC (link)
More than one?

*making absolutely no move to do so*

I could always try ter hit yeh with it o' course, but I doubt if it'd even raise a bump.

*takes the tablet*

Yeh want me ter draw yeh a picture?

Right. SEEzer. *thinks for a moment* But they're not all like that. Words I mean.

*sensing somehow that this is not the right answer*

Er...one has more letters than the other. *looks a bit lost*

*snorgles* That's true, and I have no idea if Hagrid's having us all on or not. ;)
Gotcha! *thumbs up*

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[info]exsequeverus
2007-12-20 05:13 pm UTC (link)
It's wisest. Things can go wrong at any stage in an operation, and plan B may not fit circumstance X.

(dismissive; less taken aback by this prospect than by the stickness of the stick he gave Hagrid himself)
You wouldn't have been able to excuse that as in the spirit of the exercise. A diagram, yes. If you study on your own, you'll be doing it from books, so you need to be able to interpret them. So: show me what you did.

That's because our mother tongue is the sort that mugs other languages in dark alleys and rifles through their pockets for change. But most spells are not, in fact, in English.

Which kind of letters does it have more of?

Might be pretending not to have kept his casting up in case the law's watching, you mean?

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[info]beware_my_fang
2007-12-20 11:37 pm UTC (link)
*nods thoughtfully*

Suppose not. Still, whackin' someone with a stick isn't a bad back-up plan.

All right. *tucks the stick behind his ear and scrabbles in a pocket for a pencil, which he actually manages to find without much trouble*

*frowns ferociously*

Er, I held my wand, er, the stick, like this, *demonstrates, drawing a very rudimentary stick (no pun intended) figure* an' then I said Engorgio *scribbles the word in a balloon coming from the stick figures head*

*hands the tablet to Snape*

How's that?

*scratches his head*

Is it? Huh. Not very nice, is it?

Right! They're latin aren't they? Or is it more greek?

*squints*

Er...continents. I mean consonants. Yeh know, not vowels?

Definitely that and that he's not nearly as clueless in general as he lets on. ;)

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[info]exsequeverus
2007-12-20 11:59 pm UTC (link)
(sour)
Maybe for some people.

(takes and looks at the tablet, and then slaps his hand over his eyes with a melodramatic thwack)
That--is not--a diagram. That is an illustration.
(makes a vee over one eye with his fingers, and glares at Hagrid through it)
You were not expelled before the end of your first week. Ergo, you have been exposed to at least one round of the same Charms homework as everyone else. Dredge your memory and do better.
(presents it back at him--not a shove, but abrupt)

(shrugs)
Empire is glorious, not nice.

Primarily Latin. Develop a working feel for the Latin ones, and that and a native instinct for English speech rhythms should carry you through, since even the Greek ones have been romanized in transcription.

(nods briefly)
Leaving the question of light and heavy vowels aside for the moment, a syllable may end in a vowel --
(re-underlines fo ra)
--or a consonant, before the consonant that opens the next syllable begins.
(underlines per func, and then the per in perforate)
Where did you put your stress, in correctly pronouncing these words?

Which is why Sev nearly thwacked him with the tablet. ;)
Ahaha formatting. :D

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[info]beware_my_fang
2007-12-21 12:56 am UTC (link)
Well yeah. Prolly wunt do Professor Flitwick any good.

*takes back the tablet, protesting*

What's the difference then? 'M not a bloody artist yeh know.

*sits down and proceeds to draw a mishmash that might possibly be a hand with lots of arrows pointing at various things*

Better? *hands the tablet back*

True.

*mutters, sotto voce*

Pone ubi sol non lucet.

*having never heard of either, he is quite happy to do so*

*listens intently, then points*

Here *points to 'func'* an' here. *points to 'per'*

Oho! He's onto him is he?! :D
And thanks for the chance to use my Latin for all Occasions book. I may do it again, just to warn you. ;)


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[info]exsequeverus
2007-12-21 01:20 am UTC (link)
(dubious)
Mm.

(vein twitches in his forehead, face otherwise expressionless)
The difference is that there's a standard form, found in the books, which show you how to move your wand for a given spell and which a British student of magic is expected to be able to read and replicate.

(without missing a beat)
Vir prudens non contra ventum mingit.
(crosses his arms and narrows his eyes)
If you know all this already, don't waste my time. The Headmaster didn't send me and I'm not reporting in to anyone, most certainly not the Ministry. I'm just the one who re-stocks the Infirmary stores when the inevitable intersections of Mannerless With Wands and Dignified With Claws get out of hand.

Well, he has known him nearly thirty years, and he is a fairly successful spy...
That's fine, as long as you don't mind me bugging you if you put down anything I can't find a translation for online. :)

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[info]beware_my_fang
2007-12-21 01:57 pm UTC (link)
O' course, he's short enough he could do some other damage. *waggles his eyebrows meaningfully*

I know it's been a long time, but I dunt remember havin' teh draw anything like this in class. See, I was pretty clumsy as a lad. Comes from growin' so much so fast. An then well, *shrugs sadly* yeh know...*doesn't mention how difficult it is to maneuver an umbrella* I never really got the chance ter practice. D'yeh want me ter try again?

*grins hugely, because for Hagrid, there's really no other way*

Vah! Denuone Latine loquebar? O ineptum. Interdum modo haec loquela elabitur.

*tries to look properly contrite and succeeds for the most part*

Sorry about that Professor. I appreciate yer tryin' teh help. I'll try harder, really I will. *bends over the tablet again, concentrating fiercely*

I have a mental image now of Sev as James Bond. Back evil bunnies!
Not at all. I love the remainder tables at Borders. Best two bucks I ever spent! :D

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