Hagrid Quest

Hagrid Quest


“… Rubeus Hagrid, you have been judged guilty of murder. Your wand shall be snapped, and all further tutelage in magic denied. The Wizarding World will not have you. We, the legally appointed Wizengamot, abjure you. You are exiled in our eyes, fit only to live among muggles or worse.”

The verdict is like the toll of some great bell in your head, ringing again and again. You can't stop imagining those solemn old wizards looking down on you as they pronounced your sentence. The pronouncement is the best you could expect, really. Everybody seemed to think it’s a foregone conclusion, your guilt. Your barrister had gone over exactly what the punishments were going to be, he hadn’t seemed to hold out hope for anything better either. Nevermind that you wouldn’t have hurt that poor Ravenclaw girl, and Aragog wouldn’t have neither!

You think Aragog might have made it into the forest, and you take some comfort in that. Even if you never see each other again, he’d do all right, wouldn’t he? Just thinking about not getting to see your little Aragog grow up hurts, but better alive and apart than... oh, you think you're crying again!

The neatly-presented bureaucrat in front of you sneers. Maybe at the sobs you’re trying to muffle with your fist – you swore you wouldn’t cry - maybe that he heard the verdict… but sometimes people just look at you like that. Suspecting you’re half-giant, maybe, not totally human. Or just for being bigger and more awkward than everybody else. Not that that’s your fault, you assure yourself! Your da’ told you, life might be hard, but it wasn’t your fault for being born big.

“You should be grateful not to be thrown in Azkaban,” Rupert Pennwether told you as he threw the broken sticks that used to be your wand in your face. Or tried, anyway, since you tower over him by at least two feet. They bounce off off your chest before you carefully cup the broken pieces in your hands. “If they’d had evidence you’d killed that muggleborn, you would have been!”

Your forehead wrinkles as you realize, “Bu’ if they don’ have evidence, why’d they snap me wand?”

“Well, we needed to show you there were consequences for killing muggleborns, didn’t we?” Pennwether says logically.

“Bu’…”

“Enough! Do you think you’re above the law? No, sir, you are not!” Pennwether shuffles the forms in front of him with finality. It's like you just stopped existing.

It was good your da’ died years ago, or this would probably have killed him, you think sadly as you leave. The doors of the Ministry slam with finality behind you.

You don’t know what you’re going to do. Starve, and die alone and friendless, probably.


Before that happens, you could probably try and:
[X] Throw yourself on Dumbledore’s mercy. Great man, Dumbledore.
[X] Throw yourself on Flitwick’s mercy.
[X] Throw yourself on Grubbly-Plank’s mercy.
[X] Run away to join the giants.
[X] Run away to join the muggles.
[X] Put things off until tomorrow. Things will probably seem better in the morning, after a few pints.


They gave you back your poor wand, snapped in two. Will you:
[X] Try and get it fixed, in all defiance of Wizard law. (Ideas?)
[X] Keep it. It served you well, and deserves better.
[X] Leave it behind you, along with your old life. A clean break, that's best.

 

Reserved.

 

[X] Run away to join the muggles.
-[X]We should go and join the french foreign legion.

[X] Keep it. It served you well, and deserves better.

 

[X] Put things off until tomorrow. Things will probably seem better in the morning, after a few pints.
[X] Keep it. It served you well, and deserves better.

Gettin' drunk while still in schooool...... actually, we're out of school now, aren't we? Technically. Not in a good way.

 

[X] Throw yourself on Flitwick’s mercy.
[X] Keep it. It served you well, and deserves better.

edit: Better idea:

[X] Lie about your age and join the Army, a few years away from everything should do you good.
[X] Keep it. It served you well, and deserves better.

 

[X] Run away to join the muggles.
[X] Keep it. It served you well, and deserves better.

Plenty of sports to make money off of.

 

[X] Run away to join the giants.
[X] Keep it. It served you well, and deserves better.

There's more to the world than the like of sneering ministry lackeys! Let's run away and see the sights. Watch the sun set on a giant tribe's home, stalk trolls in a mountain pass. Maybe we'll wrangle a manticore or hatch a lost dragon egg some day. But we'll live in harmony with nature, away from all these meddling little men. With the giants is where we belong now.

 

[X] Lie about your age and join the Army, a few years away from everything should do you good.
[X] Keep it. It served you well, and deserves better.

 

[X] Put things off until tomorrow. Things will probably seem better in the morning, after a few pints.
[X] Keep it. It served you well, and deserves better.

 

[X] Run away to join the muggles.
Become a wrestler, and possibly even star in some movies.

[X] Keep it. It served you well, and deserves better.

 

Before that happens, you could probably try and:
[X] Throw yourself on Dumbledore’s mercy. Great man, Dumbledore.

They gave you back your poor wand, snapped in two. Will you:
[X] Keep it. It served you well, and deserves better.

 

[X] Put things off until tomorrow. Things will probably seem better in the morning, after a few pints.
[X] Try and stay away from Aberforth's special firewhisky that could kill a Dragon. Drinking that would likely be a bad idea

[X] Keep it. It served you well, and deserves better.
[X] Study it, you have that Unicorn hair from the forest and know a few good wand wood quality trees. How hard can it be to make a wand?

 

[X] Put things off until tomorrow. Things will probably seem better in the morning, after a few pints.
[X] Try and stay away from Aberforth's special firewhisky that could kill a Dragon. Drinking that would likely be a bad idea

[X] Keep it. It served you well, and deserves better.
[X] Study it, you have that Unicorn hair from the forest and know a few good wand wood quality trees. How hard can it be to make a wand?

 

You are trying to get Hagrid to... study anything that isn't beast related... hold on I need some air I think I'm dying from laughter.

 

Why do you think I invoked Murphy when I suggested that? O

 

[X] Run away to join the muggles.
-[X]We should go and join the french foreign legion.

 

This. All of my this.
Sounds amazing

 

[X] Run away to join the muggles.
-[X]We should go and join the french foreign legion.

 

[X] Run away to join the muggles.
-[X]We should go and join the french foreign legion.

Should be fun.

 

[X] Put things off until tomorrow. Things will probably seem better in the morning, after a few pints.

[X] Try and get it fixed, in all defiance of Wizard law. (You've heard a muggle or two mention something called "Super Glue." There has to be a reason that muggles consider it "super," right?)

 

[X] Run away to join the muggles.
-[X]We should go and join the french foreign legion.

Huh. My grandad served in the Legion, before he came over to America. 'Something something elephants wrecking the camps in 'nam, damned bastard things' is all I remember on the subject though.

 

The only thing worse than elephants is commie elephants.

 

[X] Run away to join the muggles.
-[X]We should go and join the french foreign legion.

 

Funny story, one time before he died and he was talking about the elephants trampling the camp walls in the night, I asked, "The trumpeting?" And his response was, word for word, "That goddamned trumpeting!"

Gave me a kick, at least.

 

...On one hand, French.
On the other, Magical Creatures SCIENCE!!!
...fuck.

 

[X] Run away to join the muggles.
-[X]We should go and join the french foreign legion.

 

*walks in*

*blinks*

....Didn't see this coming. The Quest or the French Foreign Legion. Wow.

This looks pretty entertaining, if Guile is willing to play ball.

Surprised no one suggested setting up shop in Australia though. If Hagrid wasn't good natured, it'd be pretty funny to watch him set up a base in the Outback, raising more and more dangerous Australian magical beasts, and plotting his revenge on the Wizarding World.

Australia! Still the place to go for British criminals.