Hagrid grumbled and shifted angrily in his seat, the chair groaning under his weight. For a long moment, the only sounds in the hut were the loudly crackling fire, and Fang’s excited pants which were occasionally interrupted by the hound licking his lips. The tension was palpable, and Harry searched for a way to diffuse it - he couldn’t blame Hagrid for his response after all; he imagined that the others had had a similar initial response, they had just hidden it better from Harry.