The Fatal Enchantment

The Bloody Article

Third Person's P.O.V.:-

It was time now to think of the homework they had neglected during the first week of the holidays. Everybody seemed to be feeling rather flat now that Christmas was over - everybody except Harry, that is, who was starting (once again) to feel slightly nervous.
Alexia was in her as they apparated to Hogsmeade. There, she took out a vial of polyjuice potion and made Barty drink it. Immediately barty began shortening as his hair turned dirty blonde and his features more squarish. His legs became stockier and his skin sallower. He missed an eye, and Alexia helped him to put on Moody's magical eye.
"Better" she said. They then nodded as they returned back to the castle.

Lexi's P.O.V.:-

The trouble was that February the twenty-fourth looked a lot closer from this side of Christmas, and Harry still hadn't done anything about working out the clue inside the golden egg. He admitted to me that he had started taking the egg out of his trunk every time he went up to the dormitory, opening it, and listening intently, hoping that this time it would make some sense. That he strained to think what the sound reminded him of, apart from thirty musical saws, but he had never heard anything else like it. He would close the egg, shake it vigorously, and open it again to see if the sound had changed, but it hadn't. He told me he had even tried asking the egg questions, shouting over all the wailing, but nothing happened. He'd even thrown the egg across the room – even though he hadn't really expected that to help.
The next day, Barty and I had free period. I decided to go to Hagrid's hut only to see the Slytherins and the Gryffindor fourth years collect outside the hut, as I heard a female voice. Of course, Wilhemina Grubly Plank, the muggleborn Hufflepuff witch who had competed with Hagrid ever since she'd passed out in the year 1992, for the position of Care of Magical Creatures Professor. I knew the bitch very well. She used to be a school bimbo who believed and spread the rumours told, and was good in the Care of Magical Creatures subject. Who would forget her? Certainly not me...
I was in my when I saw her calling. I ignored her and went towards Hagrid's hut. But the man did not call at all. And behold! The bitch was teaching the class about unicorns. How girly......
"Boys keep back!" barked Professor Grubbly-Plank, throwing out an arm and catching Harry hard in the chest. "They prefer the woman's touch, unicorns. Girls to the front, and approach with care, come on, easy does it..."
She and the girls walked slowly forward toward the unicorn, leaving the boys standing near the paddock fence, watching. The moment Professor Grubbly-Plank was out of earshot. Harry turned to Ron.
"What d'you reckons wrong with him? You don't think a skrewt -?" said Harry.
"Oh he hasn't been attacked, Potter, if that's what you're thinking," said Draco softly. "No, he's just too ashamed to show his big, ugly face."
"What d'you mean?" said Harry sharply. Draco put his hand inside the pocket of his robes and pulled out a folded page of newsprint.
"There you go," he said. "Hate to break it to you. Potter..." He smirked as Harry snatched the page, unfolded it, and read it, with Ron, Seamus, Dean, and Neville looking over his shoulder. I went there and read it over his shoulder. It was an article topped with a picture of Hagrid looking extremely shifty.

DUMBLEDORE'S GIANT MISTAKE

Albus Dumbledore, eccentric Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, has never been afraid to make controversial staff appointments, writes Rita Skeeter, Special Correspondent. In September of this year, he hired Alastor "Mad-Eye"Moody, the notoriously jinx-happy ex-Auror, to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts, a decision that caused many raised eyebrows at the Ministry of Magic, given Moody's well-known habit of attacking anybody who makes a sudden movement in his presence. Mad-Eye Moody, however, looks responsible and kindly when set beside the part-human Dumbledore employs to teach Care of Magical Creatures.
Rubeus Hagrid, who admits to being expelled from Hogwarts in his third year, has enjoyed the position of gamekeeper at the school ever since a job secured for him by Dumbledore. Last year, however, Hagrid used his mysterious influence over the headmaster to secure the additional post of Care of Magical Creatures teacher, over the heads of many better-qualified candidates.
An alarmingly large and ferocious-looking man, Hagrid has been using his newfound authority to terrify the students in his care with a succession of horrific creatures. While Dumbledore turns a blind eye, Hagrid has maimed several pupils during a series of lessons that many admit to being "very frightening." 'I was attacked by a hippogriff, and my friend Vincent Crabbe got a bad bite off a flobberworm," says Draco Malfoy, a fourth-year student. "We all hate Hagrid, but we're just too scared to say anything."
Hagrid has no intention of ceasing his campaign of intimidation, however. In conversation with a Daily Prophet reporter last month, he admitted breeding creatures he has dubbed"Blast-Ended Skrewts," highly dangerous crosses between manti-cores and fire-crabs. The creation of new breeds of magical creature is, of course, an activity usually closely observed by the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. Hagrid, however, considers himself to be above such petty restrictions.
"I was just having some fun," he says, before hastily changing the subject. As if this were not enough, the Daily Prophet has now unearthed evidence that Hagrid is not - as he has always pretended - a pure-blood wizard. He is not, in fact, even pure human. His mother, we can exclusively reveal, is none other than the giantess Fridwulfa, whose whereabouts are currently unknown. Bloodthirsty and brutal, the giants brought themselves to the point of extinction bywarring amongst themselves during the last century. The handful that remained joined the ranks of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, and were responsible for some of the worst mass Muggle killings of his reign of terror.
While many of the giants who served He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named were killed by Aurors working against the Dark Side, Fridwulfa was not among them. It is possible she escaped to one of the giant communities still existing in foreign mountain ranges. If his antics during Care of Magical Creatures lessons are any guide, however, Fridwulfa's son appears to have inherited her brutal nature.
In a bizarre twist, Hagrid is reputed to have developed a close friendship with the boy who brought around You-Know-Who's fall from power - thereby driving Hagrid's own mother, like the rest of You-Know-Who's supporters, into hiding. Perhaps Harry Potter is unaware of the unpleasant truth about his large friend – but Albus Dumbledore surely has a duty to ensure that Harry Potter, along with his fellow students, is warned about the dangers of associating with part-giants.

I finished reading and looked up at the boys, whose mouth was hanging open.
"How did she find out?" he whispered.
"What d'you mean, 'we all hate Hagrid'?" Harry spat at Draco. "What's this rubbish about him" - he pointed at Vincent - "getting a bad bite off a flobberworm? They haven't even got teeth!" Vincent was sniggering, apparently very pleased with himself.
"Well, I think this should put an end to the oaf's teaching career," said Draco, his eyes glinting. "Half-giant... and there was me thinking he'd just swallowed a bottle of Skele-Gro when he was young... None of the mummies and daddies are going to like this at all... They'll be worried he'll eat their kids, ha, ha..."
"You-" shouted Harry, as I remained calm and pulled him with the help of his sleeves glaring at the Slytherin boys.
"You know, the way you make fun, Salazar Slytherin would be deeply ashamed of you all" I said. This made Draco and his lackies put their heads down with shame.
"We're sorry Professor Potter" they said.
"All of you will receive detention, for the reason of knowing what Miss Skeeter does all the time, and for coordinating with her. Five points from Slytherin for each of you, and you will be receiving an owl each for each of your detentions." I snapped as I went up to the castle.