The real Herry Potter

The absence of Hagrid from the Order of the Stars' meetings was an unsettling surprise to everyone. Hagrid had always been a constant presence, a beloved figure who treated the members with warmth and enthusiasm. As the staff member responsible for the club, Hagrid took his role seriously, and even with his myriad responsibilities around the grounds, he always made time for the Order. His jovial nature and large heart made him a core part of the group's dynamic. So, when he missed one meeting, and then another, the members began to worry.

It wasn't just that they missed his company, though they certainly did. There was also the matter of the secret project they had been working on behind his back—an ambitious undertaking spearheaded by Harry himself. The idea had come to Harry after realizing that Hagrid, due to his size, could never ride a regular broomstick. Seeing how much Hagrid loved flying creatures, Harry had decided that the least they could do was create a broomstick large enough for Hagrid to ride—a broomstick built to fit a Hagrid.

It was no ordinary broomstick. The one they were crafting was nearly the size of a tree trunk, with massive twigs that resembled small broomsticks themselves. Every part of it had to be specially enchanted, and enchanting such a large object was far more difficult than any of the smaller broomsticks they'd worked on for themselves. But the Order of the Stars members had agreed that it would be worth it. They wanted to give Hagrid something special—something that would show their appreciation for all the help and guidance he'd given them.

Despite the broom's difficulty, the members threw themselves into the task with determination. It had become something of a labor of love, and every time they met in their secret clubhouse, they worked tirelessly to perfect the massive broomstick. Harry, who had designed it, worked on the enchantments with Hermoine and Daphne, while Susan, Blaise, and the others helped with assembly and decoration. They all imagined the look on Hagrid's face when they presented it to him—his eyes would go wide, his beard would twitch, and he'd be grinning from ear to ear.

But as time went on, Hagrid's absence became more noticeable. The Order members whispered about it between spells and assembly sessions.

"Where d'you think he's gone?" Padma asked one day as she adjusted a branch on the broomstick. "He's never missed so many meetings before."

"He might be busy with something for Dumbledore," Terry suggested, though he didn't sound convinced. "But it's odd, isn't it?"

Hannah frowned as she added another charm to the massive broom handle. "Maybe we should check on him. He's been acting strange lately, hasn't he? Ever since we came back from Christmas break, he's been more distracted."

Harry, who had been concentrating on fine-tuning the broom's balance, looked up at that. He had noticed it too—how Hagrid seemed preoccupied, his usual booming laughter quieter and his attention often drifting. The more he thought about it, the more he worried.

"We should find out what's going on," Harry said, setting down his wand. "Hagrid wouldn't just disappear like this unless something was wrong."

The others nodded in agreement. As much as they loved working on the broomstick, Hagrid's well-being came first.

That Sunday, instead of heading straight to the secret clubhouse, the Order of the Star made their way to Hagrid's hut, determined to figure out what was going on. They knocked on the door, and after a moment, the familiar sound of Fang's barking echoed from inside. When the door creaked open, Hagrid's large form appeared in the doorway, his face pale and troubled.

"Ah, Harry… everyone… what're yeh doin' here?" Hagrid asked, his voice strained.

"We wanted to check on you," Harry said, stepping forward. "You haven't been to any of the meetings lately. Is everything alright?"

Hagrid looked at them all for a moment, his eyes filled with a mixture of worry and guilt. Then, after a heavy sigh, he opened the door wider to let them in. As they stepped into the warmth of the hut, they could feel that something wasn't right. Hagrid's usually cozy home felt tense, and Fang, though excited to see them, seemed restless.

"I've… I've been caught up with somethin'," Hagrid admitted, sitting heavily in his oversized chair. "Somethin' I can't really talk about."

The members exchanged glances. They knew better than to pry too much—especially if whatever was bothering Hagrid involved Dumbledore or something secret within the school. But that didn't mean they could just leave it alone.

"We just want to make sure you're okay," Daphne said gently. "We miss you at the meetings, and… well, we've been working on something special."

Hagrid's expression softened, though the worry in his eyes remained. "I'll be back soon, don't yeh worry. Just got a few things to handle first."

Harry knew that Hagrid wasn't telling them everything, but he also knew that pushing too hard wouldn't help. "If you need anything, we're here," he said. "And we'll keep the project going in the meantime."

As the members of the Order of the Star entered Hagrid's hut, they immediately noticed how cramped the space was. With Hagrid being so large and the hut filled with Fang, the oversized furniture, and the various magical creatures Hagrid often cared for, it was difficult for all the students to find a place to sit. Seeing this, Harry, who had been practicing the space expansion charm under Sirius' guidance, decided to help.

"Hang on, Hagrid. Let me try something," Harry said, pulling out his wand. With a careful flick, he muttered the incantation for the space expansion charm. Instantly, the walls of the hut stretched outward, and the small, crowded space transformed into a spacious room. The couch grew in size, large enough to fit everyone comfortably, and the once cluttered area became open and inviting.

Hagrid's eyes widened in amazement. "Blimey, Harry! That's some advanced magic, that is! Yer full o' surprises."

Harry grinned. "It's a handy charm. Thought it might help us all fit in here a little better."

As everyone found seats, Harry had another idea. "Dolly!" he called out, summoning the Order of the Star's dedicated house-elf. Dolly had become a beloved part of their club, always eager to help with anything they needed. When she appeared with a soft pop, her large eyes sparkled with excitement.

"Master Harry! Dolly is here!" she squeaked, bouncing with enthusiasm. She wore a tiny uniform that the Order members had gifted her—a little badge with their club's symbol pinned proudly to the front.

"We could use some snacks, Dolly," Harry said, smiling at her. "But maybe not from Hagrid's kitchen this time."

Everyone chuckled at that. They all appreciated Hagrid's kindness, but none of them had forgotten the rock-hard rock cakes he had served in the past. Even Hagrid smiled sheepishly.

"Ah, no offense taken, Harry. Cookin's never been me strong suit."

Dolly disappeared with a nod and a determined look on her face, reappearing moments later with an array of delicious snacks from the Hogwarts kitchens. She brought trays of pumpkin pasties, treacle tarts, butterbeer, and all sorts of sweet and savory treats. She had clearly outdone herself, eager to make sure the club members were well-fed.

"Here you go, everyone!" Dolly exclaimed proudly as she set the trays down on a large table that Harry had also enlarged with his charm.

The group eagerly dove into the snacks, chatting and laughing as they helped themselves. Harry looked around at his friends, enjoying the warmth and camaraderie that filled the now-spacious hut. Even though they were concerned about Hagrid, moments like this reminded Harry just how lucky he was to have such a strong group of friends.

The walls of the hut were decorated with the club's achievements, including photos Dolly had insisted they hang up, showing the members during various activities. One particular photo showed Dolly proudly posing with the club's emblem, a reminder of how important she had become to them all.

As the conversation in Hagrid's hut continued, Hagrid's struggle to keep secrets became apparent. After some casual chatter, Hagrid let slip a crucial piece of information.

"Yeh know, it's hard work lately, what with somethin' huntin' unicorns in the Forbidden Forest," Hagrid said, rubbing his forehead. "Ain't no normal animal that'd go after a unicorn. Only dark creatures or dark wizards would do such a thing."

The room fell silent, and everyone stared at Hagrid, wide-eyed. Harry's mind raced. The mere thought of someone or something hunting unicorns was disturbing. Unicorns were sacred creatures, symbols of purity, and only the most vile would seek to harm them.

"They're drinkin' their blood, yeh see," Hagrid continued, oblivious to how much he was revealing. "Unicorn blood keeps yeh alive, but at a terrible cost. A cursed life, they say."

The members of the Order exchanged uneasy glances. If a dark creature was indeed in the Forbidden Forest, that explained why Hagrid had been absent from their meetings. He must have been combing the forest, searching for the creature, and the effort was clearly wearing him out.

Hagrid seemed to realize what he had just said, and his face flushed. "Now, don't yeh go tellin' anyone this," he quickly added, his voice hushed but urgent. "We don't want ter cause a panic. The forest is vast, and I'm sure I'll find whatever's behind it. We'll make 'em pay for huntin' such pure creatures."

Harry nodded, though inside, he felt a mixture of concern and frustration. Hagrid meant well, but this was no ordinary problem. If there was a dark creature lurking in the Forbidden Forest, the situation might be more than Hagrid could handle alone. However, Hagrid's firm belief that he could deal with it kept Harry from voicing his concerns.

"We won't say a word, Hagrid," Harry promised. The others nodded in agreement. The last thing they wanted was to betray Hagrid's trust.

As the group finished their snacks and prepared to leave, the weight of the revelation lingered in the air. Whatever was hunting unicorns was dangerous—far more dangerous than they had initially thought.

Harry offered to help Hagrid in the search for the creature hunting unicorns, and though Hagrid was hesitant at first, he eventually agreed. Hagrid knew Harry was no ordinary student, especially after all he had heard about the boy's abilities. After some convincing, he agreed to let Harry come along—on the condition that he brought Fred and George as well. The Weasley twins, always eager for adventure, jumped at the chance.

Hermione immediately wanted to join, but Harry, knowing the dangers that awaited them in the Forbidden Forest, suggested she take on a different task instead. He asked her to research unicorn blood and find out more about what kind of dark magic or creature might be responsible. She and Neville, always up for helping, headed straight to the library to begin their investigation.

With that settled, Harry, Fred, George, and Hagrid set off towards the Forbidden Forest. The deeper they went, the more ominous the atmosphere became. The trees grew thicker, and even the smallest sounds seemed to echo in the eerie stillness. The air was damp and cold, and the undergrowth was thick, making it difficult to move swiftly. Hagrid led the way, his crossbow slung over his back, while Harry held his wand to light their path and defend if they encounter the dark creature.

Harry thanked Hagrid for allowing him to come, but deep down, he felt a wave of shock and guilt. He realized just how reckless he had been in the past—exploring the Forbidden Forest alone at night, without even thinking that something dangerous might be lurking within its depths. He had always thought himself lucky, but now he understood that his luck could have easily run out. The creature that had attacked the unicorns might have attacked him as well, and he wouldn't have even known what hit him.

Now, with Fred and George at his side, and Hagrid and Fang leading the search, Harry felt the weight of the situation. It was no longer a careless adventure. It was a serious hunt for a dark and dangerous creature. As they ventured deeper into the forest, Hagrid decided that they should cover more ground, and they agreed to split up. Harry was nervous but trusted Hagrid's judgment.

"Remember, if yeh see anythin' dangerous, shoot red sparks in the air. I'll be there as quick as I can," Hagrid reminded them, his voice low and firm. He handed each of them a small red firework spell just in case their wands weren't quick enough.

Harry nodded, gripping his wand tighter as he ventured off with Fred and George into a different part of the forest. They moved cautiously, listening to every creak of a branch or rustle in the underbrush. The atmosphere was thick with tension, and the usually chatty twins were uncharacteristically quiet, fully aware of the danger that surrounded them.

As they walked further into the darkness, Harry couldn't help but feel a chill crawl up his spine. He kept thinking about the creature that attacked the unicorns—what it was, and why it would drink the blood of such pure creatures. But now, he was ready, cautious, and prepared for anything that might be lurking nearby.