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A/N – What was going through Hagrid's mind when he was flying with Harry to take him to the Dursleys? This is just a one shot that I had an idea for. I realized I wouldn't be able to update my other stories until I had this out of my system. As always, your thoughts and comments are welcome!

Journey over Bristol

"Hush li'l baby, don't say a word. Momma's gonna buy you a mockin' bird," Hagrid looked down at the little bundle he was carrying. Little guy was crying. Hagrid couldn't blame him, poor thing. A baby taking down you- know-who. If Hagrid hadn't seen the destruction of Godric's Hollow himself, he wouldn't have believe it possible.

"An' if that mockin' bird don't sing, Momma's gonna buy you a diamond ring," Hagrid smiled. Harry had just closed his eyes for the first time tonight. He wasn't sleeping just yet. Hagrid hadn't slept in two days, but he wasn't tired. He looked all around him. There were stars everywhere! He had never flown like this before. He was sure he would never have the chance again. He was determined to enjoy this motorcycle ride.

"An' if that diamond ring don't shine...blimey, Harry. I've forgotten the rest of the song. Clock o' time? Ball o' twine? Nope. S'no good. Song's outta me 'ead." Harry scrunched up his face and let out a loud howl.

"Okay, okay. I'll keep on singin'. Rock-a-bye baby, on the tree top," Hagrid sang gently. Harry stopped crying.

"When the wind blows, the cradle will rock," Hagrid checked his position. The town of Bristol was coming up. Hagrid leaned back, to make the motorcycle fly higher. He wanted some cloud coverage.

"When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall," Hagrid stopped. He heard a noise. He fumbled through his coat, looking for his pink umbrella, all while having a good grip on little Harry. Then Hagrid realized that all he heard was a pack of geese.

"And down will come baby, cradle an' all," Hagrid finished singing. "Between you an' me, 'Arry, that's not a real nice song. No decent wizard would let their baby sleep in a tree. Muggles do strange things." Hagrid sniffed, Harry would be living with muggles soon. They better not stick Harry on a tree!

"Your Mum would've chosen a bet'r song, 'Arry. I wish you could 'ave known your parents. Wonderful people, 'Arry. Don't ever forget that!" Hagrid felt tears trickling down his cheeks and nestling in his beard. "Lily and James will be missed. I 'ope you grow up jus' like 'em."

He looked down at Harry. The boy was fast asleep. Hagrid had never held a baby like this before. At first, he had been hesitant to take the job, just for that very reason. When Dumbledore expressed his confidence in Hagrid, he left within one minute. With one finger, Hagrid pushed back a tuft of Harry's hair. There was a scar on his forehead, bright red. In the shape of a lightning bolt.

Hagrid had been around countless magical creatures. But somehow, none of those creatures felt remotely as powerful as the little bundle in his arms. Humming "Rock-a-bye Baby," he leaned forward and started his decent towards Privet Drive.