Harry thought of the letter he'd written to Hagrid as he and Ginny made their way to the reading of Hagrid's will, which was held one week after his funeral, in his cabin, of all places. Harry knocked and he heard Hagrid's nephew call him in, so very different from the way Hagrid did it when Harry was in school.

"The door is open, Mr. Potter," called Phillip.

When Harry and Ginny entered, the fire was lit and crackling merrily, and even though the cozy hut now showed signs of life, it still felt utterly wrong to Harry. There was no looming figure with a huge hairy smile, there was no Fang the boarhound. There was only Phillip and a few people to whom Hagrid had left his earthly possessions.

"You two were the last to arrive, I believe," Phillip said gravely as he took a seat in Hagrid's usual chair and eyes the assembled with a grim expression.

"We are gathered here today for the reading of Rubeus Hagrid's will," he continued, "and so without further ado, I shall make his final requests known to all of you."

The Last Will and Testament of Rubeus Hagrid

Hargid's hand paused after he wrote that line. Even though his age had begun to catch up with him, the fact remained that death did unsettle him. It wasn't something he could wrestle into submission; he had no defense against the ravages of age.

"Jus' get the nitty gritty stuff out o' the way I s'pose," Hagrid grunted, reaffirming his grip on the quill.

Back with Harry at the reading of Hagrid's will, Phillip cleared his throat and began to read in a crisp, concise voice that rang through the hut.

"To Ron and Hermione, I leave the contents of my vault at Gringotts. The key is hidden in Fang's old bed. It should contain my life savings from working as the Gamekeeper and as the Professor for the Care of Magical Creatures class. Say hello to the kids for me."

Hermione held Ron's arm, tears falling afresh from her eyes at the thought of Hagrid sitting alone in his hut, taking down the words. Ron was handed a few papers by Phillip, and his eyes shot wide at the awe inspiring amount in Hagrid's account. He pointed it out to Hermione, who stared for a moment at the number before once more burying her face in Ron's arm.

"To Miss Angelica Scamander, I leave the contents of the Kennel, and all of the magical creatures there. Please take good care of them, and I hope the Department for the Disposal of Magical Creatures doesn't give you much trouble," Phillip read.

Harry turned and looked to find a woman slightly older than himself sitting in one of the chairs that usually surrounded the table. She was lined, but she also had a kind twinkle in her eye that made Harry take an immediate liking to her. She was dressed casually in dark clothes that seemed a little worse for wear, but the name Scamander made Hermione stare quite intently at the woman.

"What exactly is the Kennel referred to in the will?"

The one who spoke was a short, plump man dressed in fine black robes. He had mutton chops that would've been fashionable in the nineteenth century and his arms and legs were crossed. Harry could practically feel the dislike as it radiated from the man, and he found it odd that the grumpy man and the kind woman were sitting next to each other.

"The Kennel is a private piece of land owned by Rubeus Hagrid," Angelica said, giving the angry looking fellow a kind look, "it houses many of the creatures he used in his lessons."

"Aha," proclaimed the man with the mutton chops, "so that's where he's been hiding them!"

"Hiding what," Hermione asked, "what would Hagrid have to hide?"

"All sorts of dangerous creatures," the grumpy wizard said darkly, "and as the Head of the Committee for the the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures, I hereby seize all land holdings referred to as the Kennel, withstanding an official investigation of the property."

As one, everyone in the room gave the ministry wizard a death glare… except Angela.

"I'm sorry dear," she said sweetly, "but I'm afraid there will be no investigation."

"Are you threatening me," the old man asked angrily, standing and measuring up to the woman.

"Oh, no, you misunderstand me," Angelica said, the kind twinkle in her eyes much less friendly, though her smile never wavered, "I simply said there will be no investigation. You see, I have been left the holdings of the Kennel, which has been protected with the most stringent security spells, including the Fidelius Charm."

"You lie," the ministry wizard hissed.

"No," Angelica said, "and I am the new secret keeper for the property. Is it my right to deny you access, and no matter what I will never tell you or yours where it is. It is a safe haven for magical creatures and an invaluable learning tool for the students. Hogwarts will, of course, be welcome to continue using the creatures living there for their lessons."

She added the last line in a sweet voice to Phillip, who stifled a grin and nodded, making a note of it upon the will.

"Duly noted," Phillip said.

"When did Hagrid set up a haven for magical creatures," Ron asked Harry in an undertone.

"No idea," Harry said, "but I bet it's filled with Blast-Ended Skrewts."

"Now you listen here, I'll have you brought up on charges! You cannot-"

"That's enough of your dribble!"

But it was not Angeilica who had shouted, it was Phillip, who has shaking with rage.

"See here you ministry lackey, this is the reading of a Will, and you are being rude to a room full of grieving people! Take your business elsewhere or I will have you thrown from the premises immediately!"

"You would dare to insult a fellow ministry official?!"

"I speak for your own safety! I have a very large, sad uncle that happens to be a giant, and I think you had better leave before I show him the man who is disrespecting his brother's funeral!"

The large, grumpy wizard looked scandalized, but when he realized that everyone there saw him as the problem, he lost his pompous attitude.

"I never meant to…that is to say-erm- I am deeply sorry to have interrupted your grieving," he mumbled quietly before he gave a lame nod and strode out of the door. The sound of an apparation was heard, and Phillip peered out of the door after him.

"He's gone," Phillip said, "and there's only one bit left."

Phillip cleared his throat and looked down at the name on the will before his eyes bolted to the scar on Harry's forehead, like so many others had done before.

"To Harry Potter, I leave the remains of my dog, Fang. Please keep him safe for me, as he was one of my few friends, before I met you, that is. I also leave you my wand and my coat, seeing as I have no use for them."

Phillip gave a weak smile, as Hagrid had obviously tried to make a joke, though the timing was rather bad.

"Wait, that's it," Ron blurted out, "he didn't leave anything else for Harry?"

"No, however, there was a letter found next to him that Harry may collect with the remainder of the items left to him," Phillip said.

The funeral had ended, Hagrid's assets had been divided, and Harry, knowing that it was far too large for him, unfolded Hagrid's moleskin coat and put it on, savoring the way it smelled just like Hagrid. In one of the coat's many pockets, he put the urn containing Fang's ashes. The coat was smaller than he remembered, but it was still far too large for even the biggest of humans. He sat upon the steps of Hagrid's hut with Ron, Hermione and Ginny, and as one they read Hagrid's final words to Harry.

Dear Harry,

It was good to hear from you! Sorry it took so long for me to write back, but things have been slipping by faster and time just seems to be speeding up without regard for me. I feel death, Harry. I feel it creeping through my bones when I lay awake at night, and it's coming for me soon. And I'm scared, or at least I was. Your last letter gave me the strength I needed to face this thing head on, and I managed to finish writing my will just in time, cause even as I sit here watching the ink dry, I feel like I might just take a quick nap. Not sure I'll wake up from it, but I'll see your mum and dad and everyone else. I'll tell them you said hello! But enough about that.

Harry, I was never much of a parent, I'm half giant after all, but if I ever had a son, I'd hope that he'd come out just like you. You're strong and brave and you've got a good head between your shoulders. I have the feeling you'll go far, even after I'm gone. Back to the point though, when you told me about the name of your new child, I couldn't help but bawl. You have no idea how much it meant to read that letter from you, and I'm not sure I'll ever get the chance to tell you in person, so I'll write it down here and leave it by my will.

Thank you, Harry Potter, for doing me the pleasure of naming your child after me. It warms my old, aching bones to think that I had such an impact on your life, and that your child will carry on my name. Still, your life has only just begun, Harry! Live, laugh and love while you can, and keep your friends close. I wish you and yours all the best.

Love,

Your Hagrid

P.S., you may be wondering why I didn't leave you much in my will. Well, the fact is, I really didn't have anything that I could leave you that you didn't have already, save a few keepsakes that you could hold onto. You have money, a career, and people that love you, and I don't think I could've asked for you to turn into a better man than you are today. Take care, Chosen One.

This is the final piece of the fanfic. I tell you what, I never thought writing could hurt this much, I guess I was wrong. Long live Rubeus Hagrid!