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The plain black door again... Deanna walked to it with the same person she walked with every night. She couldn't see his face again. It was too dark to see his face. Suddenly, there was a faint blue light from behind the door. It was open, and the man was about to push the door open, and the blue light lit his face. Deanna gasped when she saw who it was.

"HARRY!" said Deanna, sitting up and sighing shakily. She looked around and held her head in her hands. She saw Harry, but he wasn't Harry. He had red eyes... like Voldemort. Was it because of their connection? And was she seeing this because of her connection with Voldemort? But Deanna thought... Should she tell him about it? Or should she tell her father first?

"I need a bloody break," said Deanna, standing up and quietly going out of the room. She was thankful that the portraits were sleeping and her father wasn't awake yet. She walked out of the room and went down to the kitchens using the secret passages and shortcuts. She finally arrived and tickled the pear.

"Hello, Deanna," the trio of Jemina, Eleanor and Noah chorused, looking at the girl in surprise. They didn't know she knew how to get into the kitchens, but then again, she was the Headmaster's daughter.

"Hello there," said Deanna, sitting with them then smiling at the house-elves. "Hey, everyone. How was your night?"

"It's been good, Miss!" said one of the house-elves. "Would you like anything?"

"Just a glass of chocolate milk, yeah," said Deanna. "Thank you." The house-elves bowed and went to work while Deanna closed her eyes. "What are you three doing here in the middle of the night?"

"We could ask you the same question," said Eleanor teasingly.

"Well, are you all right, Deanna?" said Jemina worriedly. "You don't seem too good."

"I'm just swell," said Deanna, opening her eyes. "Oh, thank you, Winky," she said when Winky gave her the glass of chocolate milk.

"You're welcome, Miss," said Winky cheerfully. When Deanna had come to Hogwarts, Winky had considerably cheered up, and all of the house-elves there considered the Dumbledores as their masters for their kindness towards them. 

"So, what happened with you and Harry, Noah?" said Deanna, now looking at the silent boy.

"W-Well," said Noah, now looking down. "I was asking him what we are, and... he said we were friends. Just friends. So, there. I thought there was something between us, but apparently I was the only one who thought so."

"Oh, Noah," said Deanna, setting down her glass and wrapping an arm around him. "Harry is just an idiot at times, but I think he really has feelings for you. Let him chase after you. The dumb arse needs to learn."

"Thanks, Deanna," said Noah, hugging her.

"Anytime," said Deanna then looking at Eleanor. "And you... How are you and Ron going?"

Eleanor's cheeks flushed but she crossed her arms. "That git isn't talking to me yet. I don't even know what his problem is!" Deanna shared looks with Jemina and Noah. The problem was obvious. Ron liked Eleanor, but he was too slow to realize it. Eleanor knew she liked Ron, but she was too oblivious to see that Ron liked her back.

"We don't know either, Eleanor," said Deanna. "But why don't you tell him how you feel?"

"Why would I? Doesn't he like Hermione Granger anyways?"

Deanna sat up straighter at that. "What?"

"What are you saying, El?" said Jemina, watching Deanna closely. "Ron doesn't like her. They're just friends like her and Harry are. I don't think Ron likes someone at the moment yet."

Deanna slumped back into her seat and smiled slightly at Eleanor. "She's right, Eleanor. Don't give up hope, eh?"

"I won't," said Eleanor, sighing. "I'll have to break up with Blaise then. It would hurt everyone if I keep on dating him now."

"Well said, El. How about you, Jemina?" said Deanna, finally meeting her eyes. "Anyone special?"

"No, not really," said Jemina, shrugging before she smiled mischievously at the older woman. "How about you, Deanna? Do you like someone?"

"Nope," said Deanna quickly, wondering why she thought of Hermione when Jemina asked that. Jemina just nodded before she looked at Eleanor and Noah. The Dumbledore did like someone, and they had an inkling who.

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"Good morning, Pops," said Deanna, yawning as she went down.

"Hey, love," said Dumbledore. "You have some letters for you. I'll be going down for breakfast."

"Letters?" said Deanna. "What-"

"You'll understand, Deanna, please," said Dumbledore with a tone of finality that surprised Deanna. He took a deep breath, stood up and kissed the top of her head. "I'll ask Dobby to bring you some food. Stay here. Don't go down." And he left Deanna there watching him with a frown on her face. She sat down on one of the chairs while Fawkes went down beside her.

"Did I do something, Fawkes?" said Deanna, stroking his feathers. Fawkes just nuzzled into her hand to comfort her. Deanna sighed and looked at the papers in front of her. She took the biggest package and read the writings on the paper.

Deanna Dumbledore

Headmaster's Office

Hogwarts

Her eyes widened when she opened it and she saw it was the Quibbler with the picture of her and Harry on the front.

HARRY POTTER SPEAKS OUT AT LAST:

THE TRUTH ABOUT HE-WHO-MUST-NOT-BE-NAMED

AND THE NIGHT I SAW HIM RETURN

DEANNA DUMBLEDORE COMES BACK FROM THE DEAD:

HOW SHE WOKE UP FIFTY YEARS LATER

AND REMAINED THE SAME

She was flipping the first page when... "Ow!" She dropped the magazine and held her finger that was bleeding. "How do I get cut by paper?"

Fawkes cried and let a tear fall on Deanna's cut, but to her surprise, her cut hadn't healed at all. "What-" She and Fawkes stared at each other then looked back down at her wound. "Can you try again?" Fawkes let another tear fall on her cut, but it didn't work again. Fawkes tried and tried again to let her tears fall.

Deanna reached out to touch him. "Let it- What?" Deanna's eyes widened when she felt heat from where she had touched him, but what surprised her was how the tears had healed her cut. She stared at Fawkes curiously. "What happened? Wait." She took out her wand and made a cut on her hand. She touched Fawkes and warmth came again. She held out the cut. Fawkes understood and made a tear fall on it. Deanna was amazed when it healed again.

"Do you know anything about this, Fawkes?" said Deanna looking at her healed hand. Fawkes just let out a cry that Deanna thought was his disagreement. "Okay then. Let's keep this to ourselves, yes?" Fawkes nodded and nuzzled into her hand once more while Deanna finally opened the Quibbler and read the article. She smiled widely when Rita Skeeter wrote it the exact way she and Harry said it.

"Miss Dumbledore?" said Dobby, pushing open the door and holding up a glass of chocolate milk and a plate of hotdogs.

"Thank you, Dobby," said Deanna, putting down the Quibbler. "Please sit down for a chat."

"Thank you, Miss," said Dobby, sitting down in front of her and looking at the pile of letters curiously. "Are those your letters, Miss? Sir Harry Potter had received some too. I heard you had both received a week of detentions with her, Miss, and you've been banned from Hogsmeade too."

"WHAT?" exclaimed Deanna in slight anger. "What for?"

"For speaking out about your return, Miss," said Dobby meekly.

Deanna took in a deep breath and sighed. "Whatever, she can scar my bloody hand forever, but I won't lie and say that I should not have returned." She looked down at her scarred hand and  smiled slightly at Dobby. "Thank you for this, Dobby."

"You're welcome, Miss. I'll be going now," said Dobby and he went out of the room with one last bow.

"Is that why he's mad, Fawkes?" said Deanna quietly. "Because I spoke out about my return?"

"He's not angry because of that, Deanna," said someone suddenly. She looked behind her and saw that it was the portrait of Armando Dippet that talked.

"Then why do I feel like I've done something wrong when all I have done was speak the truth?" said Deanna angrily, standing up.

"He's not angry," said Armando Dippet softly. "At least not at you."

"Then why-"

"He's worried for you. You know how Dolores Umbridge is. She would do everything to punish you for everything do to speak about You-Know-Who's return."

"That doesn't-"

"Albus had lost you once, Deanna. He doesn't want to lose you again." Armando Dippet's words had made Deanna's face fall. She sat back down in her seat and rubbed her forehead.

"I'm sorry," she said in a small voice.

"It's fine, dear," said Armando Dippet. "Remember. You are everything to Albus. You've always been so passionate and kind, but you should also think of your own well-being."

Deanna nodded silently and started reading some of the letters. She smiled when some of them were from a few people she knew like Sullivan, Molly, Moody and the others. The letters were mostly positive, congratulating her on her return, asking how she was and most saying they believed her. There were a few hate letters, saying she was a dingbat and she should just shut up, but of course, with what she had gone through with Umbridge, she wasn't affected with these type of letters anymore.

Deanna looked up when the door opened with Dumbledore, Minerva, Pomona and Umbridge coming in. "Pops, Min-Professors."

Dumbledore frowned at her. "Deanna-"

"Professor Dumbledore," Umbridge cut him off. "We have agreed I'll do the talking." Dumbledore just nodded and looked at Minerva and Pomona warningly when they were about to speak.

"Now, Miss Dumbledore," said Umbridge sweetly, looking at Deanna. "You have told lies once again, and for what you have done, you'll be having a week of detentions with me and you shall be banned from Hogsmeade."

"And?"

"You are being considered for expulsion right now!" shouted Umbridge at her, her wand now pointing at Deanna. Dumbledore, Minerva and Pomona all took out their wands and pointed them at her. Deanna, though her heart was beating fast, put on a composed face and stared at Umbridge calmly.

"That is my daughter, Professor Umbridge," said Dumbledore lowly. "You may give her detentions and bans, but you will not hurt her." Professor Umbridge was about to retort back when she saw the wands pointed at her. She took a deep breath and pocketed her wand. Dumbledore, Minerva and Pomona did the same.

"Now, I'll see you next week, Miss Dumbledore. 5 PM at my office," said Umbridge and nodded curtly at Dumbledore, Minerva and Pomona before she left the office. Everyone let out sighs of relief and Deanna looked down when her father and her friends looked at her.

"I'm sorry," said Deanna quietly. "I'm sorry for worrying you all." She looked up and saw that they were all smiling at her. She was surprised when Minerva and Pomona came to her and gave her a tight hug.

"Oh, Dee," said Pomona gently. "We're all proud of what you did, but these are times we need to be careful."

"Dolores Umbridge is doing everything she can to destroy you and Albus," said Minerva.

"I know, Pommy, Minnie," said Deanna. "But I don't regret anything. If I have to get my hand scarred for saying the truth, I'd do it all over again." She looked at Dumbledore this time. "Isn't that what we're meant to do, Pops?" Pomona and Minerva shared glances before they excused themselves and left.

"I'm really sorry for worrying you, Pops," said Deanna. "I-I didn't want to make you worry, but I needed to do this. I need to tell the truth."

"I know, phoenix," said Dumbledore, hugging his daughter tight, "and I know you're doing it for the greater good, but I am a father, and that is what I do. To worry about you and protect you, but I can't do those things if you risk yourself all the time, love."

"And I'm risking myself for a good cause, Pops. The world needs people to tell the truth, and if I don't speak, what would happen?" said Deanna. "You'll always be there for me to lean on, Pops, and that's what I need. I may get hurt and broken, but just let me know that I have you, and I'll be fine."

Dumbledore's eyes softened. He knew nothing could change Deanna's mind. They were Dumbledores after all. They were stubborn, the whole lot of them. "And I'll always be here, love." They hugged it out again. Dumbledore didn't like it, but he had no choice. Deanna was just like that. She would risk everything for everyone even if it meant sacrificing herself.

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Deanna expected that they would react like this. They were all staring at her and whispering even more than they had done at the start of the year. She was glad when Jemina, Eleanor and Noah told her they believed her and every part of it. Deanna just ignored their stares, but when she went to Herbology that day, she hesitated to sit with her friends. Ernie, Susan, Hannah and Justin were smiling at her.

"Come here, Deanna," said Ernie, and that made Deanna relax and sit down with them.

"You're really brave, Deanna," said Hannah, smiling widely at her. "You would have done well in Gryffindor."

"Thank you, Hannah," chuckled Deanna. "But I think I'm more of a badger, yeah?" All of them laughed and agreed, thankful that the Dumbledore was a Hufflepuff and their friend.

"Thank you for speaking the truth, Deanna," said Susan softly. Deanna just smiled and patted her hand, knowing what some of her family had gone through under Voldemort and the Death Eaters.

"We just want to tell you," whispered Justin. "We all believe you. We stand with you all the way, Deanna." Deanna smiled back and thanked them all, and it went on throughout the day. Most of the Hufflepuffs, with the exception of Zacharias Smith, came to her and told them they were with her all the way.

Fred, George and Ginny also told her, and even the Professors had given her points for no reasons. She was glad that she had the Hufflepuffs and most of Hogwarts behind her, and that made Deanna more motivated than ever. That night, she met up with Harry, Ron and Hermione, who were just as ecstatic as she was. They then invited Deanna to a night of celebration at the Gryffindor tower, but being quite exhausted with the day's events, she turned in early for bed.

Sometime after she was sleeping, Deanna found herself standing in a dark room, lit by a single line of candles. She glanced in front of her and saw the same silhouette she had always been seeing. She leaned in slightly and her eyes widened when she saw that it was now Voldemort's face she was seeing. He had his hands clenched on the back of a chair in front of him, and there was someone kneeling on the floor. She looked closely and remembered him from the news. It was Augustus Rookwood.

"I have been badly advised, it seems," said Voldemort angrily.

"Master, I crave your pardon..." croaked out Rookwood, trembling.

"I do not blame you, Rookwood," said Voldemort in that cold, cruel voice. He let go of the chair and walked closer to the man. "You are sure of your facts, Rookwood?"

"Yes, My Lord, yes... I used to work in the department after — after all..."

"Avery told me Bode would be able to remove it."

"Bode could never have taken it, Master... Bode would have known he could not... Undoubtedly that is why he fought so hard against Malfoy's Imperius Curse..."

"Stand up, Rookwood," whispered Voldemort. Rookwood obeyed immediately, looking up at Voldemort with terror in his eyes.

"You have done well to tell me this," said Voldemort. "Very well... I have wasted months on fruitless schemes, it seems... But no matter... We begin again, from now. You have Lord Voldemort's gratitude, Rookwood..."

"My Lord... yes, My Lord," gasped Rookwood in relief.

"I shall need your help. I shall need all the information you can give me."

"Of course, My Lord, of course... anything..."

"Very well... you may go. Send Avery to me." Rookwood disappeared out of the room, and Voldemort started turning towards the wall where a mirror hung. Deanna followed him curiously, but still keeping a distance. Voldemort's reflection grew larger and larger and Deanna gasped when what she saw was Harry's face on the mirror and not Voldemort's.

Voldemort suddenly turned around and looked at her with wide eyes. "D-" Just like the previous time that Voldemort saw her, Deanna's eyes fluttered open and she sat up, breathing heavily, muffling her screams with her pillow when she felt pain soar through her body. Voldemort was on the right track, whatever was in the Department of Mysteries, he was about to get it. She had to warn her father.

Still feeling pain, Deanna got up shakily and ran down the stairs. "Pops!"

"What is it, love?" said Dumbledore, confused about why she was so alarmed.

"Voldemort's on the right track," she said quickly. "Rookwood had told him about how to get to it." She fell to the floor, screaming because of the sudden pain in her body.

"Deanna!" Dumbledore said, running to her. He lifted her up in his arms and set her down on one of the couches. When Deanna stopped moving, she gasped for breath, her clothes were drenched with sweat.

"I-I'm good," said Deanna, trying to sit up, but Dumbledore pushed her down gently.

"Stay here, my little phoenix," said Dumbledore. Deanna nodded and lay her head on his lap, closing her eyes when she felt Dumbledore stroking her hair. Avery's punishment was done, but what were they looking for in the Department of Mysteries? What did Voldemort seek so desperately in there?

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"Did I improve, Pops?" said Deanna, sinking down in one of the chairs. They had their Occlumency lessons again, and though Deanna was learning how to fight back, Dumbledore was an expert at Legilimency so he could still see Deanna's memories. He was pleased to know that most of the time that he would try Legilimency on her, one of the people who seemed to appear in her memories all the time was Hermione Granger.

"Indeed, love," said Dumbledore proudly. "One memory less today." Deanna beamed at him and drank her glass of chocolate milk. The door suddenly opened to reveal Pomona there, panting.

"Headmaster! Umbitch is sacking Sybill!" said Pomona. Deanna and Dumbledore immediately stood up and ran with Pomona.

"What happened, Pommy?" said Deanna.

"Those stupid inspections, Deanna," said Pomona glumly. "She said that Sybill didn't deserve to be here." Deanna's eyes flashed. The wretched hag. Oh, how Deanna would like to feed her to Grawp, but maybe even he would spit her out, thinking she was a toad. Dumbledore waved his wand and a silver phoenix came out. They finally arrived at the courtyard.

"Go on there, Pomona," said Dumbledore. "I know someone would fight with me," Deanna smirked at that, "so I won't be arguing with her and let her come." Pomona just nodded and walked away from them.

"There, there, Sibyll... Calm down... Blow your nose on this... It's not as bad as you think, now... You are not going to have to leave Hogwarts..." said Minerva's voice.

"Ready, Pops?"

"Ready, phoenix."

"Oh really, Professor McGonagall?" said Umbridge in a deadly voice. "And your authority for that statement is... ?"

"That would be mine," said Dumbledore in a deep voice. The oak front doors swung open and Dumbledore and Deanna marched up to where Trelawney sat.

Harry nudged Hermione. "Look, it's Deanna."

"Where?" said Hermione, looking around frantically and she gasped when she saw the two Dumbledores up there, facing Umbridge down. Deanna somehow managed to find Hermione, and she winked at her, which made the Gryffindor blush and Harry and Ron smile teasingly at her.

"Oh shut up," said Hermione, smiling widely.

Deanna crouched down to Trelawney and Minerva with a worried look at the sobbing woman. "Are you all right, Professor? Don't worry, you'll be staying here, we need you at Hogwarts.

"I-I'm fine, t-thank you dear," said Trelawney, still sobbing. Deanna and Minerva looked at each other, frowning. The Hufflepuff glared at Umbridge. She was attacking someone else now? When would she be satisfied and just let them be?

"Yours, Professor Dumbledore?" said Umbridge, laughing lowly. "I'm afraid you do not understand the position. I have here" — she pulled out the parchment — "an Order of Dismissal signed by myself and the Minister of Magic. Under the terms of Educational Decree Number Twenty-three, the High Inquisitor of Hogwarts has the power to inspect, place upon probation, and sack any teacher she — that is to say, I — feel is not performing up to the standard required by the Ministry of Magic. I have decided that Professor Trelawney is not up to scratch. I have dismissed her."

Deanna looked up and saw Dumbledore, still smiling. He looked down at Trelawney, "You are quite right, of course, Professor Umbridge. As High Inquisitor you have every right to dismiss my teachers. You do not, however, have the authority to send them away from the castle. I am afraid," he went on, with a courteous little bow, "that the power to do that still resides with the headmaster, and it is my wish that Professor Trelawney continue to live at Hogwarts."

Professor Trelawney laughed wildly. "No — no, I'll g-go, Dumbledore! I sh-shall l-leave Hogwarts and s-seek my fortune elsewhere —"

"No," said Dumbledore sharply. "It is my wish that you remain, Sibyll." He turned to Minerva. "Might I ask you to escort Sibyll back upstairs, Professor McGonagall?"

"Of course," said McGonagall. "Up you get, Sibyll..." Pomona and Professor Flitwick came and helped her up.

Dumbledore held out a hand to Deanna, who gladly took it, and whispered. "Smile."

Umbridge was glaring at the two Dumbledores, who were staring at her with smiles on their faces. "And what," she said in a low voice, "are you going to do with her once I appoint a new Divination teacher who needs her lodgings?"

"Oh, that won't be a problem," said Dumbledore pleasantly. "You see, I have already found us a new Divination teacher, and he will prefer lodgings on the ground floor."

"You've found — ?" said Umbridge shrilly. "You've found? Might I remind you, Dumbledore, that under Educational Decree Twenty-two —"

"— the Ministry has the right to appoint a suitable candidate if — and only if — the headmaster is unable to find one," said Dumbledore. "And I am happy to say that on this occasion I have succeeded. May I introduce you?" Deanna now understood where his patronus had gone a while ago. Murmurs rose from the students, and a path cleared for the centaur, who had nodded at Deanna after staring at her. Deanna smiled slightly and grinned when she saw the thunderstruck Umbridge.

"This is Firenze," said Dumbledore happily. "I think you'll find him suitable."

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"Hey Fred, George, Lee," said Deanna, waving at the three boys from down the hall.

"Hello, Deanna," said Lee as the trio stopped and waited for Deanna to come to them.

"I've got something for you, I found it in my old things," said Deanna, holding something behind her back.

"What is it?" said Fred.

"A phoenix perhaps?" said George.

"Or maybe, Dungbombs?" said Lee.

"Or a new invention?" said the twins and Lee, their eyes alight with mischief. Deanna just giggled and held out the scroll she had been holding.

"Wha-" The pranksters' jaws all dropped when they opened the scroll. It was a plan for a joke shop with several inventions and ideas on the interior. Fred and George smiled lightly when they saw that there was a picture of the Ignatius, Thaddeus and Deanna on top. Deanna had written a new note for them.

To this trio of pranksters,

I hope that this will serve you well in your plans to build a joke shop. Be bold and brave in the inventions you make. I know you'll be a huge success and that you'll be happy in what you do and spread laughter throughout the Wizarding World. I'll always be here, supporting you three.

Much love,

Deanna

"That wasn't-" Deanna was cut off when Fred, George and Lee pulled her into a tight hug.

"Thank you, Deanna," said Fred softly. "This will help us a lot."

"Anytime," said Deanna, grinning at them. "I heard from Pops that 93 Diagon Alley is free."

"We'll check it out," said George. "Thank you."

"You're amazing, Dumbledore," said Lee, ruffling her hair. Deanna just chuckled and bid goodbye to them, going on her way. She stopped at one of the corridors and grinned when she looked at sky through the window. Her friends must be proud up there to see their grandchildren living their dreams, and Deanna knew that they were watching over them, all of them. With that thought in mind, she entered Classroom 11 for Divination.

"Deanna Dumbledore," said Firenze. "The stars have changed continuously because of you."

"Really?" said Deanna, her lips curling slightly, but she frowned when she saw the hoof print on his chest. "My father told me what happened. You have a home here at Hogwarts, Professor, and we'll fight for you." She sat down beside Harry and Ron and left Firenze with a gentle smile on his face. He started hoping then that the stars would change once more because fate was not kind to Deanna Dumbledore.

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"How's Grawp? Is he doing well?" said Deanna while she and Hagrid were feeding the Thestrals. She could see them since she had seen someone die when she was just a child.

"He's just fine, Dee," said Hagrid then he stopped and looked at Deanna, not noticing that the Thestral was sniffing his fingers. "Would yeh like ter meet him? Oi, get off."

"I'd love to, Rubeus," said Deanna happily. "Let's get on with it then." They finished feeding the Thestrals and started on their road to the center of the forest. With a crossbow in hand, Hagrid told her about how he was teaching Grawp how to speak. They finally reached a clearing, and Deanna thought that the creatures were brilliant in not coming to this place. Grawp would have probably destroyed them.

"Is that him, Rubeus?" gasped Deanna lightly when she noticed the rock that was moving lightly like the rhythmic moving of a person's chest.

"Yeah, Grawp!" Hagrid shouted and poked him in the back with a long bough. "Wake up!" The rock had then moved, making the floor shake slightly and Deanna almost fall, and revealed the sixteen-foot figure of Grawp.

"I have a friend here," said Hagrid, pointing to Deanna.

"Hello there, Grawp," said Deanna. She stepped forward and smiled at the giant who looked at her curiously. "My name is Deanna. Deanna Dumbledore. How are you?" Grawp suddenly roared and in a flash, he took Deanna in his hand, which made the Hufflepuff yelp.

"Put her down, yeh great buffoon!" shouted Hagrid at him. "She's a friend! She's family."

"It's all right, Rubeus," said Deanna, trying to keep her calm. She smiled at the giant and pointed to the ground. "C-Could you put me down please?" Grawp then looked down and slowly set Deanna on the ground.

"Are yeh okay, Dee?" said Hagrid worriedly.

"Yeah," said Deanna, smiling when Grawp suddenly held out what looked like part of the bicycle to her. She looked at it curiously before ringing the bell. Grawp let out a wild laugh before he sat down under the tree and played with the bell. "Ruby, I'm so happy for you. You've got a brother."

"I'm happy too, Dee," said Hagrid, smiling at the girl. "He just doesn't know his own strength at times."

"We'll be here for him, Rubeus," said Deanna softly. "We all will." And Hagrid grinned at the girl, who walked over to Grawp and rang the bell for him again. Deanna wasn't just a friend anymore. She was family. She never met a creature she couldn't love whether it was Aragog, Grawp or Voldemort himself. She was just that kind, and Hagrid knew that as long as he had Deanna and Grawp, he would be fine no matter what.

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