Hagrid broke off, cleared his throat gruffly, looked at Harry, and took a long draught of juice.
“Anyway, back now,” he said feebly.
“You—you look better,” said Harry, who was determined to keep the conversation moving away from Sirius.
“Wha’?” said Hagrid, raising a massive hand and feeling his face. “Oh—oh yeah. Well, Grawpy’s loads better behaved now, loads. Seemed right pleased ter see me when I got back, ter tell yeh the truth. He’s a good lad, really… I’ve bin thinkin’ abou’ tryin’ ter find him a lady friend, actually…”
Harry would normally have tried to persuade Hagrid out of this idea at once; the prospect of a second giant taking up residence in the Forest, possibly even wilder and more brutal than Grawp, was positively alarming, but somehow Harry could not muster the energy necessary to argue the point. He was starting to wish he was alone again, and with the idea of hastening his departure he took several large gulps of his dandelion juice, half-emptying his glass.
“Ev’ryone knows yeh’ve bin tellin’ the truth now, Harry,” said Hagrid softly and unexpectedly. He was watching Harry closely. “Tha’s gotta be better, hasn’ it?”
Harry shrugged.
“Look…” Hagrid leaned towards him across the table, “I knew Sirius longer ’n yeh did… he died in battle, an’ tha’s the way he’d’ve wanted ter go—”
“He didn’t want to go at all!” said Harry angrily.
Hagrid bowed his great shaggy head…
“Nah, I don’ reckon he did,” he said quietly. “But still, Harry… he was never one ter sit aroun’ at home an’ let other people do the fightin’. He couldn’ve lived with himself if he hadn’ gone ter help—”