enchanted • draco malfoy

Year 1: Norbert!

Felicity's POV

The afternoon after the last day of Christmas Break, Harry, Ron, and I were in the library when Hermione ran over to us, carrying a huge book in her arms.

"I had you looking in the wrong section! How could I be so stupid?" she asked herself rhetorically, slamming the book on the table. "Well, hello to you too, Hermione," I greeted. She rolled her eyes and began flipping through the pages of the book. "I checked this out weeks ago for a bit of light reading," she explained. "This," Ron said, gesturing to the book, "is light?"

Hermione glared at him before looking down at the book again and gasping. "Of course! Here it is: 'Nicholas Flamel is the only known maker of the-'" "Sorcerer's Stone!" I finished excitedly, suddenly remembering all the Chocolate Frog trading cards I have with Dumbledore's face on it that Flamel's mentioned in.

"The what?" Ron and Harry asked in confusion. Hermione sighed. "Honestly, don't you two read?" They exchanged embarrassed looks while I tried to mask my laughter with a cough.

"'The Sorcerer's Stone is a legendary substance with astonishing powers,'" I began, reading from the book. "'It has the ability to transform any metal into pure gold. It also produces the Elixir of Life, which will make the drinker immortal.'"

"Immortal?" Ron asked in disbelief. "It means you never die," Hermione explained. "I know what it means," he snapped. She shrugged and I continued reading. "'The only stone currently in existence belongs to Mr. Nicholas Flamel, the noted alchemist, who, last year, celebrated his 665th birthday,'" I read quietly.

"That's what Fluffy's guarding. That's what's on the third floor. That's what Snape wants," Hermione announced in a hushed voice.

"The Sorcerers Stone."

***

The four of us walked down to Hagrid's as soon as it got dark, our shoes making gross squishing noises in the wet ground. We knocked on his door urgently, looking around for anyone who would catch us outside and send us back to the Gryffindor Tower. He opened the door, but quickly began closing it when he saw us. "Don't mean to be rude, but it ain't exactly the best time to entertain right now-"

"We know about the Sorcerer's Stone!" we interrupted him in unison. He froze before looking around anxiously and ushering us inside.

"We think Snape's trying to steal it," Harry said, getting straight to the point. Hagrid huffed. "You're not still on about that, are ya?" he grumbled. "Hagrid, we know Snape's after the Stone, we just don't know why!" Ron explained desperately.

"Snape is one of the teachers protectin' the Stone; he ain't about to turn around and steal it!" Hagrid replied, shaking his head. We all exchanged looks of confusion.

"What?" Harry asked, bewildered. Hagrid rolled his eyes. "You heard me. Now out, I'm a little preoccupied at the moment," he said, nervously wringing a small towel in his hands.

"One of the teachers?" Mione questioned. "Of course!" I realized, "There are more teachers guarding the Stone! Spells, charms, enchantments..."

Hagrid nodded. "That's right," he agreed, "Though it's a waste of bloody time if you ask me. Ain't nobody gonna get past Fluffy. Ain't a soul knows how, 'cept me and Dumbledore... " he falters at the end, his eyes widening. "I shouldn't have told you that... I should not have told you that."

Suddenly, a cracking and snapping sound came from a large pot hanging over the fireplace. Hagrid stood up, putting his oven mitts on. He walked over to the fire and plucked an oval shaped object out of the kettle. He winced and cursed under his breath, bouncing the hot object from hand to hand before setting it on the table. The five of us crowded around it.

"Uh... Hagrid, what exactly is that?" Harry asked cautiously. "That? Oh, it's just...um..." Hagrid began, before Ron cut him off. "I know what that is! But, Hagrid, how did you get one?"

Hagrid shrugged nonchalantly, answering with, "I won it off a stranger in the pub. He seemed quite glad to get rid of it, in fact." Ron, Hermione, Harry, and I all began subconsciously backing away from the thing I now realized was an egg. "Um, Hagrid-" I began before a loud crack cut me off, followed by the top off the egg shattering. I yelped in shock when the reptile stuck it's arm out. It was a tiny... "Dragon? Is that a dragon?" I asked, incredulous.

Ron shook his head in disbelief. "That's not just any dragon. That's a Norwegian Ridgeback! My brother works with them in Romania." The shock was evident in his voice.

The dragon turned towards Hagrid and he gasped before sniffling happily. "Oh, look!" he exclaimed, "He knows his mummy! Good boy, Norbert!"

"Norbert?" Harry inquired, exchanging confused glances with me and Ron. Hagrid nodded. "Well, he's gotta have a name, don't he?" he pointed out. I smiled at the little dragon as he burped out flames, causing Hagrid's beard to smolder. Hagrid grunted and patted the mini fire out, laughing nervously.

"He'll have to be trained up a little, o' course, but... who's that?" he asked, peering out the window. We all turned to the window to see the one and only King of the Gits's eyes widen as he dashed back to the castle.

"Malfoy," Harry spat. Hagrid gulped. "Oh, dear."

***

"Hagrid always wanted a dragon; he told me so the first time I'd met him," Harry said to Ron, Hermione, and I as we walked to the Gryffindor Common Room quietly. Ron shook his head.

"That's crazy," he said, "And worse, Malfoy knows." Hermione cocked her head to the side in confusion. "Is that bad?" she asked. Ron's eyes widened as his gaze landed on a grumpy looking Professor McGonagall standing in front of the Fat Lady's portrait, and a smirking Malfoy behind her.

"Good evening," she said sourly, "My office. Now."

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baby malfoy was such a prick omg:')

~xo