Rubeus Hagrid

"Why can't you just leave me be?"

The teen slammed the door behind her and threw the latch bolt into place, muttering barrier incantations beneath her breath. Her face was red with anger and her backpack had been flung across the room.

"Grimoire!"

She called, extending her right hand. The mood ring on her index finger glowed an array of colours before the book appeared afloat mid-air in front of her, spinning through pages and opening to the one story series she had yet to finish tweaking.

"Logan Alexandria Drakone! I swear, if you don't open this door right now-"

The eighteen year old pursed her lips and dove into the story without hesitation. Her Grimoire swallowing her whole and spitting her out, far far away from the headache of a mother she had to deal with in her normal everyday life.

"The bloody hell you staring at?"

Logan straightened up as she was spit out onto the bustling streets of London. She pursed her lips and tried recognizing the place before it suddenly clicked.

"Potter universe. I see."

She muttered, following the wizards silently. As she reached the solid brick wall, she placed her bare palm on the wall and exhaled heavily.

"Open."

The bricks began to shift and twirl away from her and opened up into the entrance that led to Diagon Alley. She just had to figure out what year she had been sucked into. By the looks of it, this scenery was book 1 and also where she'd have an opportunity to meet one of her favorite characters. Rubeus Hagrid. If she remembered correctly, he would be taking Harry to get his very first wand. So thus, she strolled down the chilly streets of Diagon Alley, turned down Knockturn Alley and entered a shady looking pub.

"I need to make money. Fast and easy."

She muttered to the grimy looking barkeep. He arched a brow at her and set down the glass he had been polishing with a dirty rag.

"Upstairs, first door on yer right. The boss will help ya."

Logan nodded her head and went up the stairs, opening the first door on the right where a bald headed man with bulging muscles, many tattoos and a pearly white smile sat behind a desk and beckoned her over.

"You don't belong here little sorceress. Book diving as well are we?"

Logan smirked and jumped onto the mans lap, threw her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly.

"C'mon uncle Scott, I could sense your aura as soon as I entered the Grimoire. Can you help me out with money? I really want to live a few of my miserable years in this world a while. Help a neice out will ya?"

Logan batted her long dark eyelashes up at the musuclar man and he gave in with a chuckle. Cigar in mouth as he handed over a pouch of gold coins.

"They're called Galleons, Knuts and Sickles-"

"I'm well aware. I'm bout to go meet the main protagonists!"

She replied happily before leaving with her small fortune. Logan hit up the robe stores, buying herself four black robes with inner gray linings and many pockets, along with two night gowns and an array of muggle style clothing. She then paid for the order and decided she'd pick them up after her errands. Then she proceeded to tail the half giant and Harry for a while until they reached Ollivanders. She joined them silently in the store and smiled as she sat and waited, watching the young wizard get his first wand.

"Don't be nervous. You'll do just fine."

Logan said to the young boy. He gulped hard and stared back at her, green eyes shining behind round glasses with a faint blush.

"I just f-found out I'm a wizard."

Harry stuttered as Ollivander rummaged in the back for another wand for him to try.

"Oh, really? I've known since birth. My mom's family is pure blood. My dad was an.... er.. muggle. Military man."

Logan smiled softly. She stood up and extended her hand to Harry.

"I'm Logan Drakone."

Harry shyly took her hand and shook it with a polite smile.

"Harry Potter."

He responded.

Logan nodded and sat back down, watching as he tried out a couple more wands before finally finding one he liked.

"See you around Harry."

Logan winked at the boy as he paid for his wand before he hurried out and she stepped up toward Ollivander.

"You're not from around here are you?"

The aged man asked curiously. His dark beetle eyes bore into Logan's very soul.

"No... I was born and raised in America... and some other islands in my life. My parents moved a lot cause my father was being deployed in the muggle army every other year."

Logan muttered.

"Ah. So what can I help you with Ms...."

"Logan Drakone."

"Yes, Ms. Drakone?"

"A new wand please. My last one snapped a couple of days ago."

She lied fluidly. The old man nodded and began rummaging through boxes, whilst a coil measuring tape began to outline her arm lengths, legs, face shape, index finger.... her limp crotch...

"Woah there... heh.."

The tape coiled up and Ollivander gazed at the measurements before procuring a wand with his nimble fingers.

"Try this. Maple wood, 7 inches with a unicorn hair core."

Logan held the wand and felt nothing. It didn't stir any of her aura nor did it help the flow of her magic into it.

"Suppose not. Just a moment now."

Ollivander kept searching, bringing back yet another wand.

"14 inches oak, mermaid hair core."

Logan tried this one as well. It caused blisters in her palm and she immediately dropped it back onto the counter, closing her hand into a fist and grimacing.

"Quite sensitive are we? Haven't had a challenge this fun in decades."

The old man chirped and went back to the further stock of his collection.

"It does not have to be a want. Any object that can be an extension to my magic flow will suffice. I heard that wandmakers experiment yes? With staffs and weapons?"

Logan asked calmly. She heard a loud clattering as Ollivander's search became more excited and erratic. He bustled back out to her with a wooden flute and a golden dagger.

"Imperial gold dagger imbued with dragons blood. And Fairywood flute stained in mermaids marrow."

The old man seemed efficiently proud of his work and presented the odd obejcts for her to try. As they both reached her palms, Logan felt warmth surge through her fingerips and she weilded them both proudly. The dagger fit in her palm smoothly and the blade turned tar black as her magic flowed into it. Whilst she brought the flute to her lips as a silent tune brought out a flurry of magical petals around them. A smile broadened across her lips as she eyed Ollivander intently.

"I will take them both. How much?"

The man danced on the balls of his feet excitedly and lifted both hands.

"For you m'dear a gift. Keep them, they're yours, no charge. I've had them in my inventory for over 35 years. You've made me overjoyed to find them a new home. Do write and owl me if any problems arise or if they ever need fixing-"

Logan grinned faintly and sheathed the blade on her hip and strung the flute around her neck with the leather string holding it in place.

"Thank you Mr. Ollivander. We'll keep in touch."

Logan left the shop and walked toward another unamed store from this world, entering and finding trunks of various sizes everywhere. She eyed the sets and chose the darkest three piece trunks she could find.

"How much?"

"5 Galleons for the lot."

She paid the large mustached man and left solemly with her trunks in tow. Logan head back to Madam Malkin's robe shop and collected her array of clothing, having hem folded and packed into the first trunk until it was filled. The second trunk was loaded with many books she had purchased as well to catch up on the spells, charms and magical beasts of this story book's lore. A lot of the knowledge within the books made her antsy from how similar it was to her own real life laws of magic. Quite disturbing, but then again.... J.K. Rowling was a sorceress herself in the real world...

~

"Tell me again why you have come here Ms. Drakone?"

Albus Dumbledore's blue eyes twinkled behind his crescent moon glasses that sat atop his semi crooked nose. The teen swallowed hard and rubbed the back of her neck sheepishly.

"I didn't finish school anywhere really.... I just wished to hone my magic here at Hogwarts under your wing if you'll have me. I've heard so many great stories about you professor, and it would be a great honor-"

"I will teach you. But first, you must be sorted and you will be given your own private chambers. Hogwarts will guide those whom crave to learn, and I trust you'll be an asset to us come the approaching future."

He mused, pressing his fingertips together before standing. The old man lifted the sorting hat off of the dusty shelf and placed it overtop Logan's snow white hair. Hair that only powerful wizards acquired from strong magical genes. Her stormy gray eyes sparkled as the hat opened it's mouth and screamed at the top of his lungs;

"SLYTHER-PUFF!"

Logan arched a brow incredulously as the hat was lifted off of her head and she stood up and pursed her lips.

"Slytherpuff isn't an actual house-"

"I believe the sorting hat could not choose between Slytherin and Hufflepuff. It has been well over a century since the last blend of sortation happened. You should be honored to be part of both righteous houses."

Dumbledore smiled kindly. He lifted both hands in welcome and together they descended to the great hall to welcome back students both new and old...

~

"I'm Rubeus Hagrid!"

Logan smiled bashedly beside the half giant as they both dined at the far end of the professor's table and Logan gulped hard at her growing need. She left subtle hints to the large man, occasionally touching his arm or laughing sweetly at his broken English. Hagrid was a real sweet guy. It was too bad he was a story character. Logan ate her fill of the feast and waited patiently until students filed out of the dining hall to retire to bed. She wanted sorely to do the same.

"C'mon now Ms. Drakone, bed is ah' waiting."

Hagrid said joyfully. His cheeks were rosy from firewhiskey and he had been tasked at leading the guest to her new chambers on the fifth floor.

"Alrighty."

Logan followed the large man happily and manuvered the zig zaggy, ever changing staircases until they came to a portrait of the virgin moon goddess Artemis in all of her glory, sitting atop a healthy stag with her bow and arrow drawn. She scoffed lightly at the sight of Hagrid but smiled in earnest at Logan whom was considered a maiden.

"Password."

Artemis demanded in a poised manner.

"Huntress."

Hagrid muttered and stood awkwardly at the entrance of the chamber as the portrait swung open.

"I really should get goin' now."

He said gruffly.

"Please stay a little Hagrid. I could use the company."

Logan said softly, taking his calloused hand in both of her smaller ones. The mans cheeks turned much more rosy and she pulled him through the portrait hole and closed the picture behind them. The chambers were cozy. A small living space with a queen sized bed, two recliners in front of a roaring fireplace and a door that led to the bathroom. Besides all that, her trunks were stacked neatly in one corner beside an old wooden desk and chair along with a lamp filled with oil to keep light in the room decently.

"I want you to get naked and fuck me all night, fill me with your seed."

She whispered, eyes glowing to milky white orbs as she cast the charm and Hagrid began to strip like a zombie.

"On second thought, **** me all night and fill me with your seed."

Logan smirked coyly. As the night's thunderstorm raged, each flash cast shadows of the knight armor that lined the halls of Hogwarts Castle. The heavy sound of rain beat against the castle's stone walls, and drowned out the steps of students reaching their dorms in a marching line.

"Yer asked for it."

Hagrid grunted, playing with his limp cock. He pumped the foreskin a couple of times until the monstrous limb came to life and stood proudly erect at a solid ten inches. He shuffled up behind Logan and ripped her robes off of her shoulders, pushed down her pants and slid off her lady boxers. His large hand held her face down on the bed as he began to enter her cunt from behind, stretching her out deliciously.

The teens back arched and her brows furrowed slightly as her pussy refused to accept the giant piece of meat. Her breath hitched and Hagrid applied more pressure until his fat mushroom shaped cock head plunged it's first inch into her cunt.

"Ughhh...."

Logan moaned out in pain as the half-giant grabbed both her hips and began to **** himself deeper into her, inflicting more pain.

"Hagrid-"

"Almos' in!"

He grunted, stopping her groans by pushing her head back down into the bed. His fat meat ached and throbbed as he began to slowly thrust, using precum as lubrication to slowly work his way in and out of her until a third of his cock fit in her tight pussy. He supposed it was better than nothing. And thus, began pounding into Logan recklessly. His thick beard tickling her pale shoulder blades as he leaned closely to her and began humping into her like a beast mating it's bitch.

"Yes Hagrid, give it to me!"

Logan begged, turning her head to the side and panting heavily as her cunt began to accept him deeper and she grew fond of the mixture of pain and pleasure. Her hair stuck to her sweaty face, pupils diluted and breasts grinded against the soft bedsheets as Hagrid pummeled her raw into her bed, christening the sheets in their love juices. Her wettest dream coming true at long last....

~

It was safe to say, that when Logan woke up she felt as though she had been ran over by a train. Cum oozed out of her abused cunt and dark bruises littered her breasts and ribcage.

"...damn Hagrid...."

She moaned out softly. She soon realized the half-giant wasn't in the room with her and she rolled her eyes, wobbling out of bed and into the shower. The hot water felt amazing on her bruised body and thus she relaxed into the steam for a few minutes before shampooing her hair, using body wash on her loofah to scrub her skin clean and then rinsing herself of soap lather. Logan dried off and dressed in her muggle clothes before throwing her black and gray robes over it and tying her long white hair into a loose braid. Dark eyeliner traced under her eyes, making the stormy hues pop and a little bit of lip gloss carried her a long way as well. Without much time to spare, Logan hurried out of her chamber, backpack over her shoulder and headed toward the dining hall.

"Oof- sorry!"

Logan grinned as the tiny body apologized quickly in fear. She extended her hand and yanked him up off the ground and then laughed softly.

"Ah, Harry! It's good to see you. I told you we'd meet again."

Logan smirked. The boy looked so embarrassed that it was hard not to tease him a little.

"You go to school here?"

Harry asked in awe.

"Not really. I'm just an apprentice under the headmaster."

Logan thought up quickly. Smooth. Real smooth.

"Are you lost?"

She questioned with an arch in her brow.

"Was trying to find the dining hall."

Harry responded sheepishly.

"What a coincidence, I'm heading there right now. Let's go."

Logan offered. She and Harry made it to the dining hall with several minutes to spare on breakfast as schedules were passed out to everyone, including her. It seemed the teen had Mondays and Fridays with Dumbledore, Tuesday and Thursday with Snape, and Wednesday with McGonagall. How lovely. Noting her sarcasm of course. She did however get the three best teachers in the entire school. She wondered idly what the old headmaster really had planned for her future here...

~

"No doodling in my class!"

Logan winced as McGonagall berated her and transfigured her muggle pen back into a feather quill.

"Sorry professor."

Logan sighed, sitting back in her seat and staring at the woman as she gave her a thorough teaching of year one transfigurations. Easily which she had mastered within the last hour. Logan did have fun, but she wanted more of a challenge.

"What would it take to transfigure one part of a person's body?"

Logan questioned after finishing her year one quiz and setting it on McGonagall's desk. She shouldered her backpack and eyed the elderly professor curiously.

"How about you ask me that again once you've passed all seven year levels of my classes."

"Deal."

Logan grinned, leaving the classroom with a lazy sigh. Today just blowed, one class a day without peers would drain her indefinitely. The highlight of her book jumping still remained heavily with a certain half-giant man whom had been avoiding her since last night.

"Talk around the school is that you're the Headmaster's apprentice."

A snobbish voice called to her. Logan smirked to herself and halted in her tracks.

"What's it to you?"

She asked nonchalantly, not turning around. She heard the footsteps proceed toward her until the smell of pungent cologne assaulted her nostrils. Putting a face to the voice, she finally turned and greeted the short first year.

"Malfoy I presume?"

Logan mused, recognizing the boy almost instantly from the vivid description having been given in the book when she'd first read it. He was quite a snotty looking rich brat. Even more so than the book had depicted him to be.

"That's right-"

"I've heard enough. Go bully someone or some shit. I don't got time for jackass inbreeds like yourself."

Logan waved him off, leaving the boy as red as a cherry in anger, wordless to her rude comment as she diappeared down the hall to get some well deserved dinner.

~

Logan had been taking her weekly one on one classes for the better of a month or so. And all had been great until the third morning of sickness had hit her promptly and she had gone to see Madam Promfry immediately.

"Pregnant!"

Logan covered her forehead with a palm as the nurse stuck needles in her arm and began getting rapid fluids in her system.

"Yes girl. You're pregnant. I don't know what else you thought was draining your magic and nutrients so fast."

The nurse scolded.

"Damn."

Logan rolled her eyes and relaxed in the cot, sighing heavily as the burdening news sunk in. She placed a hand on her flat stomach and pursed her lips. It was for real, in a story no less. This child would never live in the real world, not with fictional genetics creating it.

"Shit....."

~

"Oh hey Harry, you alright?"

Logan asked as she was crushed in a hug. The boy was sobbing uncontrollably and shaking somewhat in her arms. Logan exhaled and hugged him back gently, giving his thin body a light squeeze. He'd never seemed like this in the storybooks. What the fuck was going on?

"M-M-Malfoy..."

Harry sniffled and Logan sighed softly. She pet his ravenous dark hair and wrapped am arm around him, steering him toward her chambers.

"C'mon, we'll talk about it over some tea..."

Once she'd gotten Harry to calm down, Logan began investigating her Grimoire and tensed up as the entire storyline rippled from her being there.

"Shit."

She sucked in a breath and peered over at Harry as he slept soundly on the bed whilst she paced back and forth. She had royally screwed up this time. Getting pregnant by a book character and causing another one to lean emotionally on her dearly....

~

Months had slipped by and passed with the intense growth of Logan's unborn child. As did her relationship with Harry. She had become overbearingly protective over him, and he seemed to see her as a support mechanism now more than ever after the year he'd had. So on the last day of school, she approached the Headmaster with determination, a bit over nine months pregnant and way overdue as well. Her belly was distended and massive with her child and she held all the papers necessary to fight.

"Let me adopt Harry."

She said bluntly, slamming the papers down onto Dumbledore's desk top. The old wizard did not seem surprised by her request. Many wizarding families had attempted to adopt the child in the past. But he'd refused them all.

"That's not permittable."

Just then, her water broke..

~

"Push, push, push!"

Madam Promfry coached.

"Fuck!"

Logan cried out in frustration as the baby began to crown and she breathed heavily, panting through contractions as the baby made its way into the world. Her thighs were held far apart and Harry stood at her side, holding her hand sweetly until the birth of her son could be heard by his loud wails.

"...I will fight for you Harry...... I will....."

She promised before passing out.

~

Logan stepped through a portal with a briefcase of muggle money. She straightened her stance and strolled down Privet drive until she found the Dursley's small home. She furrowed her brows and walked straight up to the door, ringing the doorbell.

"Who is it? What do you want?"

The beefy face of Vernon Dursley demanded from a small crack in the front door.

"I want to speak with Mr. and Mrs. Dursley."

The door cracked open a bit more and the man held it open for her with his eyes squinted in annoyance.

"Make it fast. We don't do charity here."

He barked, hobbling his fat arse to the livingroom. Almost at once, Petunia joined them and Logan set the briefcase of money onto the coffee table before opening it.

"I want to adopt your nephew Harry."

"What!"

Petunia screeched, standing up straight as a pin and glaring at Logan.

"In the breifcase, is 75,000 dollars. Just sign these papers and he'll no longer be your responsibility."

Vernon Dursley was quick to grab the pen with his stubby fingers and sign all three pages with his name. Then he screamed a while at his wife until she signed as well and Logan pocketed the signed papers and went to retrieve Harry. As she opened the bedroom door upstairs, she found the boy asleep on the floor and his trunk unpacked from school. Easy enough to handle.

"Let's go squirt. I'm busting you outta here."

Harry's head snapped up and he jumped quickly to his feet and tackled Logan in a hug. She laughed softly and ruffled his dark hair before gathering his things.

"Is this all you have?"

Harry nodded and Logan grabbed the trunk and Harry's owl before opening a portal.

"Then let's go....

~

Epilogue:

Logan raised Harry into a strapping young man, along with her own son Elliot Hagrid. Time did not seem to affect her in the story realm and once hit by the Avada Kedavra curse in the battle of Hogwarts many years later, she was spit out of her Grimoire and back onto her bed. Sweat drenched her forehead from the life lived and a bout of laughter escaped her mouth as she was brought back to her presant time, hearing her mother banging furiously on her bedroom door.

"That's it! I'm blasting this door down!"