‘Well, like I say, they're not meant ter live together, giants

‘Well, like I say, they're not meant ter live together, giants,’ said Hagrid sadly. ‘Not in big groups like that. They can’ help themselves, they half kill each other every few weeks. The men fight each other an’ the women fight each other; the remnants of the old tribes fight each other, an’ that's even without squabbles over food an’ the best fires an’ sleepin’ spots. Yeh'd think, seein’ as how their whole race is abou’ finished, they'd lay off each other, bu’ ...’

Hagrid sighed deeply.

‘That night a fight broke out, we saw it from the mouth of our cave, lookin’ down on the valley. Went on fer hours, yeh wouldn’ believe the noise. An’ when the sun came up the snow was scarlet an’ his head was lyin’ at the bottom o’ the lake.’

‘Whose head?’ gasped Hermione.

‘Karkus's,’ said Hagrid heavily. ‘There was a new Gurg, Golgomath.’ He sighed deeply. ‘Well, we hadn’ bargained on a new Gurg two days after we'd made friendly contact with the firs’ one, an’ we had a funny feelin’ Golgomath wouldn’ be so keen ter listen to us, bu’ we had ter try.’

‘You went to speak to him?’ asked Ron incredulously. ‘After you'd watched him rip off another giant's head?’

‘Course we did,’ said Hagrid, ‘we hadn’ gone all that way ter give up after two days! We wen’ down with the next present we'd meant ter give ter Karkus.

‘I knew it was no go before I'd opened me mouth. He was sitting there wearin’ Karkus's helmet, leerin’ at us as we got nearer. He's massive, one o’ the biggest ones there. Black hair an’ matchin’ teeth an’ a necklace o’ bones. Human-lookin’ bones, some of ‘em. Well, I gave it a go—held out a great roll o’ dragon skin—an’ said, “A gift fer the Gurg of the giants—'” Nex’ thing I knew, I was hangin’ upside-down in the air by me feet, two of his mates had grabbed me.’

Hermione clapped her hands to her mouth.

‘How did you get out of that?’ asked Harry.

‘Wouldn'ta done if Olympe hadn’ bin there,’ said Hagrid. ‘She pulled out her wand an’ did some o’ the fastes’ spellwork I've ever seen. Ruddy marvellous. Hit the two holdin’ me right in the eyes with Conjunctivitus Curses an’ they dropped me straightaway—'bu’ we were in trouble then, ‘cause we'd used magic against ‘em, an’ that's what giants hate abou’ wizards. We had ter leg it an’ we knew there was no way we was going ter be able ter march inter the camp again.’

‘Blimey, Hagrid,’ said Ron quietly.

‘So, how come it's taken you so long to get home if you were only there for three days?’ asked Hermione.

‘We didn’ leave after three days!’ said Hagrid, looking outraged. ‘Dumbledore was relyin’ on us!’

‘But you've just said there was no way you could go back!’

‘Not by daylight we couldn', no. We just had ter rethink a bit. Spent a couple o’ days lyin’ low up in the cave an’ watchin'. An’ wha’ we saw wasn’ good.’

‘Did he rip off more heads?’ asked Hermione, sounding squeamish.

‘No,’ said Hagrid, ‘I wish he had.’

‘What d'you mean?’

‘I mean we soon found out he didn’ object ter all wizards—'just us.’

‘Death Eaters?’ said Harry quickly.

‘Yep,’ said Hagrid darkly. ‘Couple oi ‘em were visitin’ him ev'ry day, bringin’ gifts ter the Gurg, an’ he wasn’ dangling them upside-down.’

‘How d'you know they were Death Eaters?’ said Ron.

‘Because I recognised one of ‘em,’ Hagrid growled. ‘Macnair, remember him? Bloke they sent ter kill Buckbeak? Maniac, he is. Likes killin’ as much as Golgomath; no wonder they were gettin’ on so well.’

‘So Macnair's persuaded the giants to join You-Know-Who?’ said Hermione desperately.

‘Hold yer hippogriffs, I haven’ finished me story yet!’ said Hagrid indignantly, who, considering he had not wanted to tell them anything in the first place, now seemed to be rather enjoying himself. ‘Me an’ Olympe talked it over an’ we agreed, jus’ ‘cause the Gurg looked like favourin’ You-Know-Who didn’ mean all of ‘em would. We had ter try an’ persuade some o’ the others, the ones who hadn’ wanted Golgomath as Gurg.’

‘How could you tell which ones they were?’ asked Ron.

‘Well, they were the ones bein’ beaten to a pulp, weren’ they?’ said Hagrid patiently. ‘The ones with any sense were keepin’ outta Golgomath's way, hidin’ out in caves roun’ the gully jus’ like we were. So we decided we'd go pokin’ round the caves by night an’ see if we couldn’ persuade a few o’ them.’

‘You went poking around dark caves looking for giants?’ said Ron, with awed respect in his voice.

‘Well, it wasn’ the giants who worried us most,’ said Hagrid. ‘We were more concerned abou’ the Death Eaters. Dumbledore had told us before we wen’ not ter tangle with ‘em if we could avoid it, an’ the trouble was they knew we was around—'spect Golgomath told ‘em abou’ us. At night, when the giants were sleepin’ an’ we wanted ter be creepin’ inter the caves, Macnair an’ the other one were sneakin’ round the mountains lookin’ fer us. I was hard put to stop Olympe jumpin’ out at ‘em,’ said Hagrid, the corners of his mouth lifting his wild beard, ‘she was rarin’ ter attack ‘em ... she's somethin’ when she's roused, Olympe ... fiery, yeh know ...'spect it's the French in her ...’

Hagrid gazed misty-eyed into the fire. Harry allowed him thirty seconds of reminiscence before clearing his throat loudly.

‘So, what happened? Did you ever get near any of the other giants?’

‘What? Oh ... oh, yeah, we did. Yeah, on the third night after Karkus was killed we crept outta the cave we'd bin hidin’ in an’ headed back down inter the gully, keepin’ our eyes skinned fer the Death Eaters. Got inside a few o’ the caves, no go— then, in abou’ the sixth one, we found three giants hidin'.’

‘Cave must've been cramped,’ said Ron.

‘Wasn’ room ter swing a Kneazle,’ said Hagrid.

‘Didn't they attack you when they saw you?’ asked Hermione.

‘Probably woulda done if they'd bin in any condition,’ said Hagrid, ‘but they was badly hurt, all three o’ them; Golgomath's lot had beaten ‘em unconscious; they'd woken up an’ crawled inter the nearest shelter they could find. Anyway, one o’ them had a bit of English an’ ‘e translated fer the others, an’ what we had ter say didn’ seem ter go down too badly. So we kep’ goin’ back, visitin’ the wounded ... I reckon we had abou’ six or seven o’ them convinced at one poin'.’

‘Six or seven?’ said Ron eagerly. ‘Well that's not bad—are they going to come over here and start fighting You-Know-Who with us?’

But Hermione said, ‘What do you mean “at one point", Hagrid?’