Rubeus Hagrid (beware_my_fang) wrote in vox_lacuna, @ 2008-01-30 19:38:00 |
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Entry tags: | 1940, first times, pensieve, rubeus hagrid |
Rubeus Hagrid, 7 September 1940, Pensieve Memory
Name: Rubeus Hagrid
Format: Pensieve Memory
Date: 7 September 1940
Relevance: Hagrid enters the Forbidden Forest for the first time.
All right, so going into the Forbidden Forest possibly wasn’t the brightest thing he’d ever done. After all, it was forbidden for a reason. More than one, if he’d cared to think about it. Which he didn’t. That was why he was up at six o’ clock on a Saturday morning. So he wouldn’t have to think about what he was doing. He wouldn’t go very far in. Just a few yards. Nothing really dangerous would live that close to the edge. Hagrid kept telling himself that as he ambled along the edge of the forest. Just out enjoying the fresh morning air. At least that’s what he hoped it looked like he was doing. After a quick peek to make sure no one was watching, Hagrid ducked between the trees and just stood there. He could hear the leaves rustling and hear the occasional bird, but nothing that sounded dangerous. Not like a dragon or anything. Firmly telling himself he was not really expecting to see a dragon in the forest, Hagrid set off along a path. Strange, he thought. If the forest was forbidden, what or who made the paths? Walking a bit more gingerly now, Hagrid ventured deeper into the forest. He still didn’t see anything more threatening than a vole or two. He stopped when he heard a thudding sound off in the distance. The sound matched the sudden pounding of his heart. Wondering what a dragon really sounded like, Hagrid ducked behind a huge oak. The thudding came closer. It sounded like…hooves? Hagrid was torn between wanting to peek out and see if it was a horse and staying hidden in case it wasn’t. The noise got louder and Hagrid could feel the ground shaking. Abruptly, right beside the tree he was behind, the noise stopped.
“I know you’re there,” a voice called. “You might as well come out.”
Certain the voice meant him, Hagrid crept around the tree. He hadn’t known what to expect, but it wasn’t this! Standing before him was one of the most beautiful creatures he’d ever seen. The horse flanks were a shimmering pewter grey and the hair that flowed from her head like a mane down her back was the colour of corn tassels just after they’d turned. Hagrid gawked, startled right out of his manners.
“Yer a centaur aren’t yeh?” he gasped, not able to breathe properly.
The centaur tossed her head back and laughed. It was a curious mixture of a full throated chuckle and a neigh.
“I am,” she told him, her slivery-blue eyes gleaming with amusement. “My name is Selene.”