Wednesday, October 4th -- Early Evening
Hagrid had just returned from moving the large crate to its new home and was faced with trying to put to rights the mess in his hut.
For a baby, the little guy sure was destructive.
He'd just gotten the last evidence of still smoldering bedding out of the corner and was dragging the blankets through the door when he realized he wasn't alone.
Hagrid whipped around, quick for his size, and put himself between the visitor and the bedding. "Charlie!"