#hagrid is the best
The Little Werewolf Ch. 2
Hagrid spent the next few days taking Remus with him on his outings, showing him around the grounds and teaching him about the stuff he did to maintain them. The boy remained reserved throughout it all and didn’t say much, but he had a natural curiosity that Hagrid could see brimming just beneath the surface, and he seemed interested in everything Hagrid showed him.
Hagrid kept a close eye on the calendar, watching the days until the full moon. He hadn’t brought up Remus’s lycanthropy yet. It was no doubt a painful subject for the boy and Hagrid was waiting for him to open up about it. But if he didn’t, then Hagrid was going to have to initiate that conversation, since precautions were going to have to be taken. Not that he had a plan as of yet. The idea of chaining the boy up seemed too barbaric, even though it was only logical. Hagrid probably should have gone up to the castle for help, but with Dumbledore away, he was worried about how the staff still present would react, not to mention he was still working on earning Remus’s trust and he didn’t want to betray that.
The morning of the full moon arrived, but apparently Hagrid hadn’t been the only one keenly aware of it, because when he woke up at dawn, Remus was gone. There was a scrap of parchment on the table with only two words in a child’s messy handwriting. “I’m sorry.”
