A Giant Tale | (Giant One Shot)

[harlow dawn hagrid]

Harlow sat on the front step of her papa's large front porch, their home sat on a rolling hill outside of Hogsmeade but the view was beautiful nonetheless. Hagrid came lumbering from inside a glass of Firewhiskey in one hand and the use a fairly large cane in the other. Gray hair had long touched and overtook his still wild and untamed matting of hair.

"Another year aye?" he would drop slowly onto a stump carved into a chair, he wasn't wickedly old but life had been unkind all the same. Harlow turned her big green eyes towards her papa smiling, "oi, and hopefully me las'," Hagrid smiled, "'member when we took ya' to Saint Mongo's to confirm what we all knew..."

Oddly enough the memory came back: The tiny waiting room felt slightly compacted with two large half giants, two doctors, and surprised nurse. Harlow was no older than a year and the machine they had her sitting on was broken from the surprise weight of the child.

"Mister Hagrid, without a doubt litt-..er..hem.. Harlow is a quarter at least Giant," confirmed the doctor. Hagrid and Olympe celebrated with an embracing hug and awkward wet kiss.

They laughed as they sat reminisced about Harlow's growing up; the laughter...

Harlow was now five running, or more like stomping actually, through the small hut on Hogwarts grounds knocking things off of shelves and scaring a very old Fang II.

'Come on Haar!' Hagrid called laughing just the same, 'Ya gotta bathe! Ya can't rival ol'Fang'

Harlow giggled and slammed the door of the hut snapping the hinges as it limped a little broken. Hagrid and Harlow just laughed as the child often forgot her own strength sometimes.

With the laughter came the pain and confusion...

It was Harlow's first year and she was attending her own sorting, the already taller than most third years and her hair was as wild and untamed as it ever was. All eyes were on her and the heat that burned her face made her eyes wet with embrassment. Taking a seat they sat the sorting hat on her head...

'Why do you cry child?' The hat asked and Harlow shrugged, "everyone is staring at me like Imma freak," Harlow whispered and the hat laughed, 'Never let it dampen your spirits child of the giants, you are strong of heart and might, courage fills you like that of a Lion...A GIANT LION! SO LET IT BE DECLARED YOU ARE GRYFFINDOR!'

She heard the roar of cheers from the Gryffindor table as well as from her Father. Harlow leaped from her feet and ran to her new house mates embracing four first years in a single hug!

...fast forward to her second year. Harlow stood with a broom amongst her peers, all of which were there to try out for the house Quidditch team. She was full of excitement until the Captain pulled her to the side and explained that she legally couldn't play because she was part Giant. A crushing blow that sent her back to her dorm to cry...

...different memories flashed of her years of struggling to grasp magic, hours spent with tutors outside of class hours. The failures. The laughter from students when she failed the most simple of spells.

A girl from Beauxbatons trying to perform a healing spell on Harlow, "I'm casting it perfectly! It isn't my fault this big lug of hair and muscles can't be affected! You are a liability," how then the girls began to hit her with stuns spells, they stung but were mildly ineffective...it hurt her pride more than anything...

"I'm excited about a new term, las' year at Hogwarts," Harlow beamed, "but I'm ready! It's gonna be the biggest yer yet!"