Harry gave her a chagrined smile. "Yeah - Professor Tonks," he agreed. It was just a bit weird trying to remember to call her that was all. He didn't think she'd really cared unless he called her Nymphadora, anyway. Then she might take a broom to his head or something. "She did that over the summer, before fifth year - for Ginny and Hermione and everyone. It's a bit brilliant, really. It'd come in handy, but I think I'd just confuse myself, if I could change my face. I'm used to the one I have."
He bent his head over Fang, crouching down to say hello, grimacing at the lick. That was a big, slobbery sort of tongue. He wiped a hand over the side of his face and smiled as Luna hugged him. "I'd forgotten about him - wonder who's been looking after him since. . ." Harry trailed off, shrugging.
He straightened again, watching the dog and then shaking his head. "I don't think it really matters what we say. I mean, he's not going to really understand anything but that Hagrid's not about any more. I'd take him up with me, but I don't think we could even get him through the portrait. And McGonagall would have kittens." Harry paused, grinning at the thought - since Mcgonagall spent part of her time as a cat, after all. Plus Harry wasn't exactly free to take him in and out all the time, and Fang was used to wandering the grounds. Harry doubted he'd like it. (Though the thought of the massive dog crawling into bed with Ron some night was enough to make him half want to take him up anyway.)
"I wonder if Ch - Professor Weasley's staying in Hagrid's hut now. We could go look, see if he's been looking after Fang, or if he'd mind if he hasn't been?" Harry felt badly for the dog, really. He missed Hagrid too. And more than a bit guilty that he hadn't even thought about the dog until now. He ought to have remembered sooner, Hagrid had loved Fang.