❝𝑨 𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒔.
𝑩𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒗𝒆𝒕 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆❞
A Muggleborn in Slytherin was unheard of. Until Emelia Clermont came along in 1991. This is her story, and how s...
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Students flocked onto the sunny grounds, finished with exams. Emelia had just exited the castle and saw the trio walking her way.
"I'd always heard Hogwarts' end of year exams were frightful. But I found that rather enjoyable. Weren't you stunned not to be asked about Elfric the Eager?" Hermione said.
Ron answered, "I'm stunned my head didn't explode." Then, he looked at his bespectacled friend, "Alright there, Harry?"
"My scar," he groaned. "Keeps... Burning."
"Well, it's happened before," Emelia butted in.
"Not like this..."
Harry glanced across the grounds at Hagrid, sitting in his front garden playing a flute. At his feet, Fang's eyes drooped.
"No..." Harry mumbled.
"Harry?" Hermione asked, concerned.
Harry started across the grounds. Hermione, Ron and Emelia glanced at one another and rushed after.
"Don't you think it's a bit odd, that what Hagrid wants more than anything is a dragon? And a stranger turns up who just happens to have one? I mean, how many people wander around with dragon eggs in their pocket? Why didn't I see it before?"
Harry explained to Hagrid what he thought, and Hagrid shrugged, continuing to polish the flute in his hand.
"Ne'er saw his face. Kept his hood up."
"Didn't that strike you as unusual?"
"Yeh meet a lot o' unusual types in the village. Ain't 'xactly usual meself."
"This stranger, though. You and he must've talked..."
"He asked what I did, the sorta creatures I look after. Tol' him after Fluffy a dragon would be easy."
"And did he seem interested in Fluffy?" asked Emelia.
"Well, yeah. How many three-headed dogs do yeh meet, even if yeh're in the trade? So I tells 'im, this stranger, the trick with any beast is ter know what calms 'em. Take Fluffy, fer example. Jus' play 'im a bit o' music an' he'll go straight off ter sleep–"
Hagrid stopped, horrified by his slip.
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Harry, Ron, Hermione and Emelia clung through the door, and Professor McGonagall looked up.
"We have to see Professor Dumbledore. Immediately." Harry demanded.
