First Week: Hagrid
Dawn was aware that Defense Against the Dark Arts was always a bust, but this year seemed to be extra special in its suckitude, which was why she was so very, very glad that it was Friday and she didn’t have to even contemplate going to any classes, but especially Quirrell’s, for an entire weekend. Also, Friday meant visiting Hagrid, which was always fun. And she got to hang out with all her baby cousins. Fridays were the best days.
First, though, they needed to get out of the Headmaster’s office.
“…and you’ll be certain to keep both myself and your Heads of House aware?” Dumbledore asked, fiddling with his beard.
“Of course,” Marcus said, scowling fiercely. “Just like I always have.”
Which was actually a point of contention between Marcus and the Headmaster because Marcus was of the firm opinion that his weapons practices were no one’s business but his own and the Headmaster liked to actually know when people were playing with sharp objects in his school, but Dawn didn’t bother to do more than look at him and raise an eyebrow.
“Very well,” Dumbledore said dryly, his bright eyes just a little dimmer after a long hour making sure that Marcus understood that, no really, he was serious about this business. “You’re free to go.”
“Hallelujah,” Dawn said, bouncing out of her chair. She winced a bit when Marcus smirked at her and said, “You know, Friday excitement, plans with the fam and all.”
“Of course,” Dumbledore said, his twinkling perking up. “Have a good weekend.”
Dawn waited until they were on the stairs down to fist pump, at least, nevermind Marcus’s rolling eyes.
“We’re late,” he said, scowling. Of course, he was usually scowling, except with her and Mills, and apparently, Hermione Granger, he didn’t seem to mean anything by it.
“We’re always late,” Dawn said, waving that away. “It’s not like being early would have made Hagrid’s cakes edible or anything.”
“The kids’ll have the place burnt down by the time we get there,” he said, agitated.
“Oh, bull,” she said, huffing at him. “They love Hagrid to pieces and he knows exactly what he’s getting into with that lot. He may have even have already explained things to them.”
“We’re never that lucky,” he said, shoulders slumping.
“You are such a Grumpy Gus,” she said fondly, reaching out to pinch his cheek.
He let her but only for so long and only because he loved her.
Of course, when they reached Hagrid’s hut, the door flung open and Harry squealed, “You’re teaching us to use a crossbow?”
He flung himself unabashedly at Marcus who caught him, ever the long suffering older sibling.
The others were clustered in the doorway, vibrating with excitement. She saw a carrot top and waved at Ron, who sheepishly waved back. It was just as well, even if his mother would kill them if she found out. Where Harry went, Ron seemed determined to follow, so a little weapons training wouldn’t actually be remiss.
“We’ll work with crossbows, swords, and on hand-to-hand,” Dawn said, shrugging. “We’re not, you know, advanced or anything, but we still know more than you guys. And we’ll be patrolling the edges of the Forbidden Forest. Hagrid’s in charge of that.”
She grinned at Hagrid, who was standing behind all the little First Years. It was hilarious because there were five kids in the doorway and Hagrid by himself almost couldn’t fit through it.
“We’ll worry about that later,” Hagrid said, waving them all in. “For now, come have some cakes.”
Dawn sighed, a little despondent. Rock cakes were horrible
for her digestion. She’d still eat them, though, because it was Hagrid. Author's Notes:
I've found my notes, obviously, and I'm going to be dipping my toes back into this story. It's going to be slow going, though. Fair warning.