𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 (𝟐) || HARRY POTTER LOVE STORY

17

"Oooh" said Colin, fascinated and raising his camera. "Can you hold him still, Harry?"

"Colin, I don't think it's-" Julie started, but was cut off.

"Get out of the way, Colin!" said Harry angrily. He and Hermione supported Ron out of the stadium and across the grounds towards the edge of the Forest.

"Nearly there, Ron" said Hermione, as the gamekeeper's cabin came into view. "You'll be all right in a minute... almost there..."

They were within twenty feet of Hagrid's house when the front door opened, but it wasn't Hagrid who emerged. Gilderoy Lockhart, wearing robes of palest mauve today, came striding out.

"Quick, behind here" Harry hissed, dragging Ron behind a nearby bush. Hermione and Julie followed, Hermione somewhat reluctantly.

"It's a simple matter if you know what you're doing!" Lockhart was saying loudly to Hagrid. "If you need help, you know where I am! I'll let you have a copy of my book - I'm surprised you haven't already got one. I'll sign one tonight and send it over. Well, goodbye!"

And he strode away towards the castle.
They waited until Lockhart was out of sight, then pulled Ron out of the bush and up to Hagrid's front door. They knocked urgently.

Hagrid appeared at once, looking very grumpy, but his expression brightened when he saw who it was.

"Bin wonderin' when you'd come ter see me - come in, come in - thought you mighta bin Professor Lockhart back again!"

Harry and Hermione supported Ron over the threshold, into the one-roomed cabin, which had an enormous bed in one corner, a fire crackling merrily in another. Hagrid didn't seem perturbed by Ron's slug problem, which Harry hastly explained as he lowered Ron into a chair.

"Better out than in" he said cheerfully,plonking a large copper basin in front of him. "Get'em all up, Ron!"

"I don't think there's anything to do except wait for it to stop" said Hermione anxiously, watching Ron bend over the basin. "That's a difficult curse to work at the best of times, but with a broken wand.."

"He'll be fine" Julie reassured Hermione, who seemed extremely worried. Hagrid was bustling around, making them tea. His boarhound, Fang, was slobbering over Harry.

"What did Lockhart want with you, Hagrid?" Harry asked, scratching Fang's ears.

"Givin' me advice on gettin' kelpies out of a well" growled Hagrid, moving a half-plucked rooster off his scrubbed table and setting down the teapot. "Like I don' know. An' bangin' on about some Banshee he banished. If one word of it was true, I'll eat my kettle!"

It was most unlike Hagrid to criticise a Hogwarts teacher and Julie looked at him in surprise. Hermione, however, said in a voice somewhat higher than usual: "I think you're being a bit unfair. Professor Dumbledore obviously thought he was the best man for the job-"

"He was the on'y man for the job" said Hagrid, offering them a plate of treacle toffee, while Ron coughed squelchily into his basin. "An' I mean the on'y one. Gettin' very difficultter find anyone fer the Dark Arts job. People aren't too keen ter take it on, see. They're startin' ter think it's jinxed. No one's lasted long fer a while now. So tell me" said Hagrid, jerking his head at Ron, "who was he tryin' ter curse?"

"Malfoy called Hermione something. It must've been really bad, because everyone went mad!" Harry said.

"And once again, you're completely clueless." Julie said, mocking Harry.

"Shut up!" Harry said.

"You shu-" Julie argued.

"It was bad" said Ron hoarsely, ignoring Harry and Julie. "Malfoy called her 'Mudblood', Hagrid-"