They reached Hagrid's cabin and knocked. He was a minute in answering, and when he did, he looked all around for his visitor, pale-faced and trembling. 

"It's us," Harry hissed. "We're wearing the Invisibility Cloak. Let us in and we can take it off." 

"Yeh shouldn've come!" Hagrid whispered, but he stood back, and they stepped inside. Hagrid shut the door quickly and Harry pulled off the cloak. Shaking like a wet dog Amelia came back into view.

Hagrid was not crying, nor did he throw himself upon their necks. He looked like a man who did not know where he was or what to do. This helplessness was worse to watch than tears. 

"Wan' some tea?" he said. His great hands were shaking as he reached for the kettle. 

"I'll light the fire," whispered Amelia, bending down by the fireplace and lighting it with a flick of her hand.

"Where's Buckbeak, Hagrid?" said Hermione hesitantly.

 I -- I took him outside," said Hagrid, spilling milk all over the table as he filled up the jug. "He's tethered in me pumpkin patch. Thought he oughta see the trees an' -- an' smell fresh air -- before 

Hagrid's hand trembled so violently that the milk jug slipped from his grasp and shattered all over the floor.

 "I'll do it, Hagrid," said Hermione quickly, hurrying over and starting to clean up the mess. 

"There's another one in the cupboard," Hagrid said, sitting down and wiping his forehead on his sleeve. Harry glanced at Ron, who looked back hopelessly. 

"Isn't there anything anyone can do, Hagrid?" Harry asked fiercely, sitting down next to him. "Dumbledore --"

 "He's tried," said Hagrid. "He's got no power ter overrule the Committee. He told 'em Buckbeak's all right, but they're scared.... Yeh