She supposed that anyone who wasn't used to her would find it strange to see her crouched on a tree branch several feet above the ground and tweeting at a few birds in their nest. So when she was having a nice conversation full of chirrups and twitters she was surprised when she heard a greeting from below her. She was even more surprised to notice just how big the hairy man was.

Hagrid was a man who knew many things, whether it be about creatures or children. So he knew that if they couldn't find the child in the city the next best place to look was the forest. Children were curious things, after all.

However, he wasn't quite as surprised as he probably should've been when he finally found the child up in a tree, talking to some birds.

"Hello there!" He called out, trying to seem as friendly as he could without sounding condescending. He also didn't want to startle her, as he doubted he would be able to have fast enough reflexes to catch her if she fell. His didn't seem to startle her in the slightest but it definitely scared the birds away. For a moment there was no indication that the child had even heard him at all. Then slowly, very slowly, they turned their head and the image reminded him of the athene owl he has back home recovering from eating some bad food.

"What do you want?"

If Hagrid wasn't looking directly at the child he would have thought that her voice was from behind him. It came close to giving him a chill down his back. "I'm come to give you a letter. It's very important but you'll need to come down from there." Brandishing a copy of a letter that they had all been given just for this moment.

"Don't want it."

"What if I told you that this letter could change your life?" he said. Persuasion doesn't always work but maybe it will just this once.

"Don't care."

Well, that just went out the door. How about, "If I show you some magic would'you read it?" A moment passes.

"You're gonna need to impress me."

No surprises there. Thinking for a moment, Hagrid decided to lift up his small pink umbrella containing the broken fragments of what used to be his wand and conjured a nonverbal spell. Fire burst out of the end of the umbrella, the flame no more than the size of his fist. He let the fire live for a few seconds before diminishing it and looking up expectantly. A couple heartbeats passed by.

"Do something else."

Obviously this was not enough for the girl. "You're stubborn aren't you." She didn't reply. Looking around; by his feet there was a wilting flower hinging between life and death. He pointed hi umbrella at it and cast another spell. The flower burst to live and grew to nearly three times its size, some smaller versions started sprouting out as well.

Hoping that this was enough to convince her, he rejoiced quietly in his mind as she moved and jumped her way down from her perch on the tree branch. Once her feet were solidly on the ground he took a couple steps forward. She never lost her crouched position and looked only more ready to run the closer he got. Taking this in stride Hagrid held out the letter, his size equating for a long distance without needing to walk closer. Faster than he could blink, a stick thin dirt covered arm reached out and snatched the letter from his hands. His arm fell back and joined his other hand still holding his wand-umbrella.

She ripped open the letter a bit more harshly than was probably necessary and stared at the parchment for a considerable amount of time before thrusting it back out toward him. Her arm held in the air for a second as Hagrid wasn't sure what she wanted him to do.

"Read it to me."

Hagrid was confused. "Didn't ya' just read it?"

She followed up quickly, "I can't read."

Hagrid was flabbergasted. This child was eleven years old and yet she didn't know how to read? Her parents were doing a right lousy job of raising her then. Nonetheless he took the parchments from her hand and read the contents out to her. He was quietly grateful that she didn't call him out for misreading a few words a couple times and having trouble with others and their pronunciation. Once he'd finished he gave the parchment back. It was quiet for another moment. It was glaringly obvious that this one wasn't much of a talker.

"I don't have any money."

Throughout the entire conversation that Hagrid had had with this child, everything they said sounded bored and monotone. But now, this time she sounded a lot softer.

"Tha's alrigh'. The money's already been sorted." Hagrid smiled. Finally, they were getting somewhere with this mystery child.

**A/N: Thank you for reading, please leave comments and enjoy :)**