**** I will post a little of the story at a time, so keep visiting to read more. This is about Grawp and his life with the giants until he meets with Hagrid, Harry, Ron, and Hermione. ****

Grawp, Life With the Giants
By xxHaleyBaileyxx

A loud pounding noise shook Grawp from his deep slumber. He stood up and stretched, causing the ground to shake. His eyes drooped and he stumbled a bit as he walked over to the mouth of his cave. He shoved aside the large boulder that served as a door and peered out. It was still night, the moon lighting the forest with a heavenly glow. Grawp grew angry. For the past few months the giants had done nothing but drink and party. They no longer slept at night, choosing instead to waste the day away in their caves.
Grawp preferred the day though. All the animals would be out and about. He loved to chase them. Oh what times they had! Of course, he had eaten all those animals, so none could sit and remember the old days with him. It grew awfully lonely without someone to be with. He used to sit with his mum, who would tell him fabulous stories of adventure, and of his father, who was killed in battle with a dragon. Grawp loved those stories the best. He liked to imagine himself as a great fighter, alongside his father. They would be worshipped by the other giants! And so one would make fun of him again.
Unfortunately, mum mostly liked to talk about Hagrid. His mum had mated with a wizard years ago, and had a son named Hagrid. Grawp always felt jealous of this boy. He could tell his mother preferred him, and although never present, always had his mum's full attention. But Grawp was a good little giant, and never complained. He loved his mum, an emotion few giants felt, or even thought they needed. Love was a weakness in their eyes, and another reason for making him an outcast.
Of course, last winter, his mum was pushed off a cliff by a drunken giant who could not convince her to go back to his cave with him. Everyone expected Grawp to fight him, so he tried. He barely escaped. Fighting had never been a strong point of his. He preferred to go out and chase the fairies around, or chew on a log or two. He liked hunting, and climbing sturdy trees. He was nothing but a dissapointment to the tribe. As Grawp stood by his cave entrance, he watched the twinkling lights of the fairies join the festivities. He wanted nothing more but to join them, but ever since his fighting incident the other giants had shunned him.
Grawp stepped back inside and pushed the boulder back in place. He laid down and tried to make himself comfortable. He ended up tossing and turning for hours until he finally managed to fall asleep. When dawn arrived, Grawp went into the forest to catch some breakfast. A young doe sprinted into the woods in front of him. Grawp was hungry, and so he set off after the doe. Oh what fun he had! The doe was a runner, and Grawp chased it for quite some time. But then the poor doe tripped over a root, and Grawp reached down and squeezed it to death. After he got a small fire started, he cooked the doe and ate it. The meat was juicy because he never cooked his meat all the way and the blood never got drained. It dripped down his chin.