Impossible Possibilities

Chapter 8

Chapter Eight: Whoops…

Hermione’s Point of View

          “Hermione, we need to go to Hagrid’s hut and tell him we know about Nicholas Flamel,” Harry spoke as he put on his winter robes. It was still freezing out, but it was warm when we went out last time.

          “Alright, I’ll come,” I grabbed my winter robe and secured it around my shoulders, getting ready for the cold breeze I knew would come when I stepped outside.

          “Kay, we’re meeting Ron by the door so hurry up,” I nodded and finished fastening my cloak, then I turned and walked out of the portrait hole to go out to Hagrid’s.

          Harry and I were silent as we crept through the castle, occasionally looking about to see if we were being followed. We met Ron, and headed outside into the cold. I shivered, it was freezing.

          Continuing onto the grounds, we came to Hagrid’s hut which you could see smoke coming from the chimney. He obviously had a fire on, poor Hagrid. He must have no heat.

          Ron banged on the door loudly before I snatched his had away. I then continued to knock like a normal person which I knew Ron wasn’t. We waited a few beats of the heart before Hagrid had mercy on us and opened the door before looking behind him.

          “Hullo you lot, well I’m a little busy at the moment so come back another time, you hear?” He chuckled and went to shut the door, but Harry ruined my perfectly laid out plan.

          “We know about Nicholas Flamel,” He hissed and Hagrid stopped right before the door closed, ushering us in through a tiny crack. We slipped inside, carefully making sure that no one was watching.

          “Now you lot, Nicholas Flamel isn’t none of your business,” He gruffly explained, “You will leave Dumbledore to do his own meddling, do ye hear?”

          I nodded, but then questioned, “Hagrid, what’s THAT?”

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          “Harry, it’s not going to be so bad, we just need to get this blasted dragon up the stairs and out to freedom so Charlie can take care of him. Blasted animal, so huge,” I huffed as Harry and I tried to pull it up the long stairs to the owlery.

          “How are you so strong, geez Hermione, you’re basically lifting this thing yourself,” Harry groaned as I did practically hold it all.    

          “Not my fault you’re a weakling, now come on- Ow, ”I hissed as I backed up into a wall. Harry tried not to laugh but failed miserably and burst out laughing. Not even a minute later Filch came by, glaring at Harry and I.

          “Oh you two are going to get it, carrying a suspicious crate into the owlery? You must be the ones sneaking dung bombs into the school,” He nastily hissed.

          I smiled sweetly, “Well Mr. Filch sir, thank you for the compliment-“Harry snorted, “But this crate has all the credit. Go ahead, take a look,”

          Filch peeked in the box and screamed, Professor McGonagall flying (Not literally) up the stairs and saw all the fuss.

          “What’s all this fuss about?” Professor McGonagall demanded and I gulped. Harry stared wide eyed at Filch who was stroking his cat who was trembling.

          “They have an illegal dragon,” Filch shrieked like a girl and I cracked a grin. Professor McGonagall rolled her eyes.

          “Yes, and I can turn into a dog, what is really going-“

          “It’s true professor,” I spoke simply and her eyes widened at the crate that said ‘TO ROMANIA’. She gasped.

          “Miss Granger, I am deeply ashamed. As of you too, Mr. Potter. What were you hoping to accomplish with this dragon?”

          “We were delievering it,” Hermione simply stated, “We found an egg and hatched it, bringing it to Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom. There we raised it but it was getting big so we were going to send it to Charlie,”

          “You better hope this dragon gets to Charlie,” Professor McGonagall snarled… You’ve never seen something so scary, “Because you both have detention with Hagrid on Friday night!”