The first thing he expected after waking up wasn't a giant silhouette of a person - too large to be real - at his doorway. He was too shocked to scream, limbs still tangled in his bedsheets. As he stared, the figure blinked slowly- as if surprised by his regained consciousness. "Harry! Yer awake!" A bright smile came over the figures face. At the boy's look of confusion he tacked on "It's me, Hagrid!"
Harry blinked. Hagrid? Surely not the Hagrid who let out a rampaging giant spider. He sat up, narrowing his eyes in suspicion.
"How did you come into my room?" Why did that have to be the first thing that came out of his mouth after meeting this stupidly legendary giant dude? He mentally kicked himself.
Hagrid chuckled at Harry's distress.
"You underestimate the power of stairs."
He shrugged. Oh well. He supposed the animal carer of Hogwarts would have a set of magical keys to go wherever he wishes. Or would he? Ah, this set of questions was too challenging for his sleep deprived mind to comprehend currently so he turned around and fell asleep.
When Harry woke back up, he was on a patchwork sofa with some suspiciously scorched patches.
"Where am I?" he asked, attempting to keep the drowsy tinge of worry out of his voice.
"At Hogwarts, of course," said Hagrid matter-of-factly. This phrase woke him up like a metaphoric bucket of ice water. Harry scrambled to his feet. "At Hogwarts? But I ran away!"
Hagrid chuckled fondly, shaking his head.
"Ya see, the Triwizard Tournament ain't something ya run away from, Harry my boy! It's something ya fight tooth and nail to win and get glory in."
Waves of confusion swept over Leo. Triwizard tournament? When did he manage to do that? All he remembered was a slow fall into welcoming darkness on a road full on lights....