Trouble

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Your p.o.v.

It is now after dinner.

I made it outside the castle to see the Trio waiting for me.

"Let's go!" I shouted and started running towards Hagrid's Hut.

They ran after me.

I knocked on Hagrid's door.

He opened it to see us four.

He was wearing an apron and oven mitts.

"Hagrid!" Harry and I exclaimed.

"Oh, 'ello. Sorry, don' wish ter be rude, but I'm in no fit state ter be entertainin' terday." Hagrid said and closing the door.

"We know about the Philosopher's Stone!" We yelled.

He immediately opened the door and let us in.

"We think Snape's trying to steal it." Harry told Hagrid.

"Correction, they think my Dad's trying to steal it." I told Hagrid.

"Snape? Blimey, 'arry, yer not still on 'bout 'im, are yeh?" Hagrid asked.

I crossed my arms and looked at Harry.

"Hagrid, we know he's after the stone.  We just don't know why." Harry explained.

"Snape is one o' deh teacher proctectin' deh stone! He's not 'bout ter steal it!" Hagrid exclaimed.

"What?" Harry asked.

"Yeh heard righ'. Come on, now, I'm a bi' preoccupied terday." Hagrid told us, trying to kick us out.

"Wait a minute. One of the teachers?" Harry asked.

"Of course!" I exclaimed in realization.

Hermione then stood up, also realizing something.

"There are other things defending the stone, aren't there? Spells, enchantments." Hermione said.

"And if I'm not mistaken, Potions as well. My Dad told me Dumbledore had a task for him. . . That must be it!" I exclaimed.

"That's righ'! Wasted o' bloody time, if yeh ask meh." Hagrid told us.

Ron shuffles away from Fang.

"Ain't no one gonna get pas' Fluffy. Hehe. Not a soul knows how. Excep' fer meh an' Dumbledore." He said proudly.

Then his smile disappeared and muttered, "I shouldn't 'ave told yeh tha'. I shouldn' 'ave told yeh that."

His cauldron over the fire began to rattle.

"Oh!" Hagrid exclaimed and rushed over to his rattling cauldron.

He grabs whatever is inside and comes to place it on the table, muttering, "Ooh! Ooh! Ooh! Ooh!"

We look to see it's an egg.

We huddle around it.

"I always wanted one! Where'd you get it?!" I asked excitedly.

"What is it?" Harry asked.

Hagrid stuttered, trying to answer Harry's question.

"I know what that is! But Hagrid, how did you get one?" Ron asked.

"That's what I asked!" I told him.

"I won it! Off er stranger I met down at a pub. Seemed quite glad teh ge' rid o' it, as a mat'er o' fac'." Hagrid explained.

The egg then rattles.

It started cracking.

My eyes widened in happiness.

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